Page 121 of 5+Us Makes Seven

I had a recurring day dream, the image of us writhing together in the back of the car, windows steamed up, straddling Jack as he thrust into me, large hands guiding my hips as our eyes were locked....

Calm down, Eden. You’re seeing him tonight. Let’s hope he’s as good as you’ve been building him up to be in your mind…

In reality though, I wanted companionship, security and protection more than I wanted sex. But it had been so long, I could barely think of anything else.

I hope he’s not only using me to get at Conall. He seems genuine, like he really cares. Still, some men will do anything to get in your pants, and with the bonus of taking down Conall as well…

I shrugged off the niggling doubt which whispered unbound at the back of my mind. There was no way of knowing if Jack was using me, or even if he was just after something casual. I was going to have to wait and see and enjoy whatever happened nonetheless.

I was equally excited and nervous as I returned home. I had less than an hour before Jack was due to turn up, and I wanted to look good.

I had worn an understated outfit to work, wanting to save the best for Jack. I went upstairs and quickly shrugged my way out of my clothes, dropping my work outfit and underwear into the laundry basket. I felt the chill of the bedroom air on my naked body, nipples hardening slightly as I quickly tidied up.

I’ve got a feeling I’ll be bringing Jack up to see my bedroom soon… and a lot more besides…

Satisfied that the room was presentable, I found myself looking at my naked body in the bedroom mirror. Petite, but buxom. Full figured. I was confident about my body, and Jack sure didn’t seem to mind it. I frowned slightly at my slightly unkempt bush, dark hair that was obscuring my pussy. I decided to give the hair a trim, heading to the bathroom to grab my electric razor.

The tingle the vibrating electric razor made me shudder slightly, and I was already horny enough without the pleasure it gave me as I tidied the hair. I had to resist the urge to press the handle of the razor against my clit, enjoying the brief waves of pleasure, gasping slightly as my mind was filled with thoughts of Jack, his head between my legs, soft lips on me, rough stubble on my thighs…

I finished shaving quickly and had a lukewarm shower to calm myself somewhat before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed.

I chose my new baby blue underwear which I hadn’t worn yet, satisfied at the sight of my curves within the sexy lingerie. I decided on a short but not too short skirt and a loose white blouse. My bra was showing through the blouse. I smiled to myself, pleased with how I looked.

I brushed my hair loosely and let it sit long and slightly curled over my shoulders, happy with the way it cascaded around my face and shoulders.

After applying a little makeup, I studied myself in the mirror once more, hands on my hips.

Well, if this doesn’t work, nothing will.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen, heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. Jack was due here in about five minutes, and the wait was difficult. I looked around the kitchen, which was already tidy and clean. Nothing to distract myself with here, then.

I shrugged and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the side, pouring out two large glasses. I took a sip from one, leaning back against the kitchen side seductively, mouth pouted, one hand on my hip, and eyes heavy, expression serious but inviting.

I gazed longingly at the back wall, wondering if Jack had possibly been spotted and decided to bail or possibly come back later. Then my heart stopped as a large figure jumped deftly over the wall, strong arms carrying him over effortlessly into a half crouch in the garden on firm feet.

The figure rose to his full height and brushed himself off. I smiled when I saw his trademark black leather trench coat, jeans, boots, and an immaculate white shirt he was trying to brush a crease out of.

Don’t worry, Jack. You won’t be wearing that for long, anyway.

As the figure approached I could make out Jack’s features. Slim but with wide shoulders, muscled and athletic. Strong jawline, short blonde buzzcut hair. Clean shaven, clear confident eyes sparkling with intelligence and wit. Confident strides brought him to the house, and he knocked gently on the kitchen door.

I set my glass down and approached the door slowly, trying to pretend I wasn’t eagerly waiting by the back door. I unlocked the door and swung it open gently to find Jack standing there, a smile on his face.

The smile faded slightly as he saw me, eyes wide as he took me all in.

“Wow. I mean, hi. You look… stunning…” His voice trailed off and he smiled at me warmly.

“Hey, Jack. Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself. Wanna come in?” I cocked my head, smiling at the rhetorical question.

“Yeah, sure thing. Thanks.” He took a deep breath, a hint of nervousness showing as he brushed past me. I didn't make an effort to move, letting his body brush past mine as he walked into the kitchen. A rush of desire rose within me at his close, masculine presence.

I closed the back door and walked over to the two glasses of wine, hips swaying. He gratefully accepted a glass as I passed it to him. We both took a gulp, a silence stretching out between us as we drank.

I was filled with pleasure and satisfaction with merely having him here in the house. It was the complete opposite of Conall’s presence, comforting not scary, pleasurable not sickening. I felt warm with anticipation as I studied him.

“So h…” We both spoke at the same time, laughing like teenagers at the awkwardness we likely both felt.

Maybe he’s as nervous as I am. I’m guessing he knows what I really invited him here for. I get the impression it’s been awhile for him as well. Don’t worry Jack, I’ll be gentle…

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