Page 48 of Jack

I snorted. “That’s one way to put it. They’re selfish assholes who don’t know the first thing about being parents.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied softly.

I stopped walking and looked down at her lovely face, shining in the moonlight. It was filled with questions she seemed to know I wasn’t prepared to answer, and my chest tightened as if caught in a pair of vice grips. She looked at me with compassion and concern, but not pity. She…cared and it was jarring, almost uncomfortable.

She slid her thin arms around my waist and rested her head against my chest, offering me comfort, making me want to crawl inside her. I brought my arms around her, sliding my hand into her hair, rubbing her scalp as I took what she offered so freely.

I fisted her hair and lightly tugged her head back gently. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Her brow crinkled. “For what?”

I shook my head; I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t want to explain myself, so I simply lowered my head and softly kissed her lush, pink lips, tightening my hand in her hair as the kiss grew in intensity, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, again, taking everything she had to give. I wanted to fucking devour her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet and walked her up the beach, toward the parking lot, but found myself putting her down on the sand half way there. I reached under the hoodie feeling possessiveness surge through me seeing her wrapped in my clothes, laid out before me.

I rested on top of her, sliding my hips between her legs, my hands pushing her hair out of her face as we stared at each other. There were so many words trapped in my throat, but I couldn’t get any of them out. As if Ava understood, she reached up and ran her soft fingertips over my cheek, sliding her hand in my hair to pull my mouth down to hers.

While she initiated the kiss, I quickly took over slamming my mouth over hers with increasing ferocity. It was as if the intensity of my emotions immediately translated itself into lust. I slid my hands down to cup her ass and pull her against my rampaging hard on, desperate to feel her. My mouth moved down from her lips to her neck, biting and sucking on her soft skin above the neckline of my sweatshirt.

Ava continued to tunnel her hands in my hair, groaning with rising passion. Her hands suddenly left my hair and slipped under my shirt, her fingertips gliding up my back, her nails lightly digging in and driving me crazy.

I moved my hand down to the button of her pants, quickly unfastening and skating my fingers under her panties, eager to feel her heat and wetness against my skin. Ava was equally as eager, spreading her legs wider in order to facilitate my explorations, moaning as my fingertips circled her clit.

I moved my mouth back near her ear, watching my hand move between her legs. “Fuck, Ava, you don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this, kiss you again, touch you again…”

“Me too…” she whispered as she tunneled her fingers through my hair and started bucking her hips in rhythm with my teasing fingers.

I pulled back. “Yeah?”

She nodded her head and attempted to pull me back down, but I resisted. I continued to lightly touch her, lowering my mouth so it hovered just above hers. “You want me to fuck you again, Ava?” I don’t know why, but I loved torturing her.

She gasped, her eyes widening. I leaned in and kissed her mouth, then made my way to her ear again. “Is that what you want, Ava?” I repeated, biting her earlobe.

She groaned and sliding her hand down to cover mine, pressing it more tightly to her body, giving herself the pressure she needed. “Yes, please, yes…”

I felt a tidal wave of lust wash over me at her softly uttered plea. My mouth slammed over hers as I thrust two fingers inside of her, wanting to get her off at least once before fucking her. Normally, I would have been grabbing her breasts, but there was something so sexy, so primitive about fucking her while she was wearing my clothes.

Ava was steadily moaning, squeezing my fingers as I brought her to the brink of an orgasm, when we were suddenly blasted by bright lights.

My head jerked up to see a set of high beams trained on us from the parking lot. “What the hell?” I pulled my hand out of Ava’s pants and jumped up, noting Ava’s squeak of dismay. She hadn’t even noticed the lights yet, which would have filled me with masculine pride if my focus hadn’t been so derailed by the perverted fuck was probably jerking off while watching us.

I quickly reached down to fasten Ava’s pants and pulled her to her feet, as she continued to look around in confusion, a fog of thwarted desire still hanging around her. I raised my hand to block out the blinding light as we walked toward the vehicle, trying to figure out the make and model. It looked like a BMW, but it was hard to tell.

“That motherfucker better have medical insurance,” I gritted out, holding Ava’s hand as I marched toward the car, prepared to beat the absolute shit out of the driver. Before we made it halfway there, the car abruptly backed up and fled the darkened lot.

“Dammit!” I yelled as I ran after the car, hoping to catch a license plate number. Unfortunately, it was too dark, and the car was too far away. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of this unexpected intrusion. There were too many coincidences mounting.

“Something is going on here. It’s like someone is harassing us,” I muttered, my mind racing.

“You think they knew it was us?” she asked in surprise. “I just assumed it was a stranger, some creep who got off on watching people out here, or something,” she said looking spooked and disturbed.

I shook my head and pulled her in my arms, rubbing her back consolingly. “No way. That’s an awful lot of fucking coincidences, don’t you think, Ava? Your car, my car, and now this? No, something going on.”

“How can someone be targeting us? We’ve only been dating for, like, two hours!”

“I can’t explain it, I just know something is off.” I grabbed her hand and walked us back to my car, opening the passenger door, fastening her seat belt and shutting the door.

After getting inside the driver’s side door, sparing another irritated glance at my broken window, I glanced at Ava. She looked at me strangely and gave me a half grin. “I can fasten my own seat belt, Jack.”

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