Page 5 of Jackass

“Don’t wait for me, Jack.”

He chuckled and reached beneath us to rub my clit. “It doesn’t work that way, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock. I want you to squeeze me so hard it feels like you’re gonna rip my cock off.”

He pinched my clit, and I lost control.

“Yea, baby, just like that.”

I had never come so hard.

Jack grabbed my hips, spearing me twice more before groaning out his own release. He collapsed on me, rolling over and lying beside me.

“Shit.”

I leaned up on my elbows and looked at Jack.

“What’s wrong?”

“I meant to pull out.”

“Oh.” I collapsed back on the bed. Spent in the best way, I added, “I told you, I’m on the pill and I have an IUD.”

Now I’m just making it worse. In my defense, he’ll never know.

“Fuck, that was incredible. Where the hell have you been hiding?” he asked, pulling me over to lie on his chest.

Did bikers snuggle?

“Um, what do you mean?”

“I wanna see you again, but I’m leaving tomorrow. We’re opening another chapter of the club in another state.”

“Oh, well, if it’s any consolation, I’m not normally here, so this was just fate giving us one night.”

That wasn’t a complete lie. I lived just outside Little Rock.

“Where—”

“No, Jack. No talking. We have one night, and tomorrow we’re both leaving Little Rock. Let’s just enjoy what time we have.”

“Fuck yea,” he said, rolling me over onto my back. “Ready for round two?”

He leaned over me, taking my mouth again, not giving me a chance to answer.

My body already lit up in anticipation of what it knew he could do.

I laid there, staring at Jack as he slept.

In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have just this one shot.

In a perfect world,hewould be Jack, and we would try until it happened.

If only I’d met Jack instead of him.

I slowly climbed out of the bed, looking for my clothes. Quietly getting dressed, I prayed Jack wouldn’t wake up. I neededto get home beforehenoticed I was gone.

I scribbled out a note and left it on the cut laid on top of the dresser, certain he would see it there, and slipped out the door. Out in the hallway, I took a deep breath. I reached into my purse, found what I was looking for, and slipped the ring back on my left hand.

With one last wistful look at the hotel room door, I swiftly walked to the elevator and prayed I was taking a small piece of Jack with me.

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