Page 48 of Found By Him

I whimper at his desire for me.

Jack slips two fingers inside of me while his palms slidesacross my clit. I grip his wrist, pushing his palm into me even harder as I writhe against him. My breath comes in little pants as I get closer to the edge. His licks and nibbles on my skin bring me higher. A few more strokes have my muscles clenching his fingers and moaning his name.

Jack groans as he moves from behind me so I’m flat on my back.

He hovers over me as he reaches to pull a condom from the nightstand drawer. With his chest right in front of my face, I lean up and lick his nipple. His answering moan spurs me on. I repeat the action, this time running my teeth over his beaded nipple.

Sitting back, he quickly rolls on the condom, then he’s surging inside of me with a feral growl. It’s one that I match, relieved to be filled by him again. His hips pump hard and fast, feeling the same need as me, and I hold on to his sides as my arousal grows. He’s so beautifully masculine as he takes me. I know I won’t last long. I’m so turned on.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, grips my hips tight, and flips me over so quickly I lose my breath. He yanks my hips up and slams back into me, making my pussy convulse at the intrusion.

He doesn’t say anything besides letting out another roaring groan. I brace my hands on the headboard as his hand reaches around me and presses on my clit. Crying out, I explode immediately at his touch.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Goddamn.” His pulsing inside of me ceases as he starts to slow his hips, pressing sweet a kiss to my neck. With unsteady breaths, he pulls out from me, quickly removing the condom and climbing out of bed. I squeak, giggling loudly, when he slaps my ass hard and cheerfully states, “Come on, beautiful. Get up. I’m starving.”

Jack leavesme in the shower to start breakfast while I finish rinsing off. I’m toweling dry when I see that he left me a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt to wear. I’m worried the sweatpants might not fit over my hips, but thankfully, they’re oversized enough to be comfortable.

Walking down the hallway into the open concept that connects the living room, kitchen, and dining room, I realize I only got quick glimpses of it all last night. It’s renovated, modern, clean, with clearly high-end finishes. I recognized the neighborhood when we were driving last night and it’s a nicer neighborhood in West Nashville, where the houses are larger and older, but most have been remodeled. With most being out of my price bracket, even with my decent salary.

I join him in the kitchen as he’s pouring two cups of coffee. The scent of his body wash on both of us surrounds me when I slip my arms around his waist from behind and rest my head on his back. He squeezes my arms where they meet on his stomach. I place a soft kiss on his back and move to his side to grab my coffee. Before I can move too far away, he pulls me closer and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.

Smiling, I look around the kitchen. “Can I do anything to help?”

With a gentle shove toward the barstools, he orders, “No, Gisella. Now, go relax and enjoy your coffee.”

I wrap my lips over my teeth to tame my widening smile and sit as directed.

He watches me intently, then says, “You know, I never really understood what the fuss was about when a woman wears the man’s clothing until now. But knowing that body is wrapped in my sweats and t-shirt is making me so hard.”

My cheeks heat at his words. He turns me on more than any man I’ve ever been with, and he doesn’t even have to work that hard. The attraction is suffocating at times. And it isn’t just my attraction to him; everything he does makes me feel so beautiful. So desirable. Sometimes, I still feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure it’s real that I’ve found someone who wants me like he does.

To try to move onto a safer topic, I ask, “Why do you call me Gisella?”

His hands freeze for a moment, then he glances over my shoulder at me with a half-smile. “I don’t know. It just felt right.” He hesitates. “I think I wanted something that was all my own, that no one else called you. And you seemed so insistent that it was Ella, I figured no one else called you that.” An uncharacteristically unsure expression takes over his face when he asks, “Do you hate it?”

What he said is so endearing, and it just shows that he’s felt strongly for me since the moment we met, just like I have for him. I dab the corners of her eyes. “No, Jack. I don’t hate it.”

When he notices my tears, he circles the island. His hand settles on the back of my head, and mine finds his bearded jaw. I pull him to my lips. My tongue mingles with his before he breaks the kiss. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Shaking my head, I grin and say, “They’re good tears. I wasn’t expecting that. It was really sweet. I just figured the answer would be like ‘to annoy you’ or something like that.”

He chuckles as he plants one more chaste kiss on my lips before returning to cooking.

“After your speech last night, Becky was telling me about how you two have a lot of friends you consider family since her mom passed away, and you don’t have any other family.”

The profile of his face reveals his smile. “I told you my aunt raised me?” I tell him I do. “Like Becky said, we don’t have a lot of family. It was just my mom and my aunt, and they weren’t close to their extended family. So, after my mom left, it was just the three of us. Becky and I would always talk about how we wish we had more family around.” He pauses. “Becky got pregnant while she was still in high school, and things didn’t work out with her and Tyler’s dad. And that’s when we started…I don’t know, collecting family, I guess.”

I laugh. “How did you do that?”

The crack of the eggshells mingles with the sizzling bacon. “When I joined the military, I would always invite anyone who didn’t have a family to come home with me for holidays, or if we had the same time off. Becky would invite any random friend who also needed a place to go. My Aunt Margie just ate it up. She loved it.” He sniffs and clears his throat. “Becky and I quickly realized we weren’t the only ones who wanted more family. And it’s just grown from there.”

I swallow back emotions as his eyes find mine. “I love that so much.”

He gives me a sad smile. I have a feeling he’s also thinking of my childhood. I would have given anything to do what they did and create my own family. The loneliness I felt—hell, sometimes still feel—was paralyzing at times. Even when I was with a foster family, no matter how big or small it was, I felt like an outsider, like I wasn’t a chosen one, so I didn’t matter. As sad as I am for myself, it makes me happy Jack had his aunt, Becky, and Tyler.

Resuming the breakfast prep, he plates the food and carries the two plates over to me. He kisses my lips as he setsthe plate in front of me and sits down on the barstool to my right.

“This looks amazing. Thank you for making us breakfast.”

---