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“We’re all wet,” Jack comments, turning his head this

way and that as though someone will jump out from one of the other rooms of the house to provide an answer to my strange behaviour.

“Don’t care.”

We get to my bedroom and I propel him back toward the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress once we get there. I climb on top of him, blanketing his body with mine.

“Um...okay. Right...this makes sense...” he rambles. “Shut up, Macey.”

“You know, the water’s still—”

I grip his chin firmly, drawing his gaze to mine. “I said

shut up, Macey.” I push his legs back and sink inside him again, driving in deep.

“Were you getting tired?” he asks, a little breathlessly. “Am I too heavy for that?”

“How many times do I need to say it?” I ask, affection lacing my tone now as I drop my lips to his for a soft kiss before murmuring, “Shut the fuck up, Macey.”

He offers a wry smile. “You’re suck a dick.”

“Likewise.”

I crash my lips to his, kissing hungrily as I move inside

him. Deeper. Harder. Closer. More. The words flash through my head with every desperate movement of my body. Maybe if I can just get close enough, I can change his mind. Change his heart. Make him love me instead. It’s ridiculous, I know. It doesn’t work like that. But I can’t seem to stop myself from trying anyway.

Closer. Closer. More.Mine.

I sink my teeth into the other side of his neck, prompting Jack to let out a harsh groan, his fingers digging tightly into my hair as he holds my head in place against his neck.

Maybe this is all I need. To be the one who brings out this side of him. The one who makes him want things he never even considered before. Maybe that could be enough. I mean, when have I ever wanted anything more than sex anyway?

“Fuck...Alastor,”he groans, and I can feel his body locking up, his arse clenching tight around my cock as he comes hard over his stomach.

I reluctantly pull out of him and crawl up his body, positioning myself at shoulder-level as I stroke my throb- bing dick. I’ve been holding back since I had Jack sprawled naked on the bed with my fist in his arse so now that I’m finally letting myself come, it’s not going to take long. I stare down into his beautiful face as I prepare to cover it with my load. His dark eyes are still glazed from his orgasm, but his expression is eager, his tongue sneaking out to run over his lips in anticipation.

“You want this?” I ask with a smirk as my hand flies over my dick.

He nods. “Uh huh.”

“How much?”

He narrows his eyes. “Stop fucking teasing and just give

it to me, you bastard.”

I want to keep teasing him if only to see that adorable scowl for a bit longer, but I’m way too close to the edge and another couple of strokes has me flying over, ribbons of my cm covering Jack’s face.

“I’m a fucking mess,” he groans.

I offer a wry smile. “Good thing the shower’s still running.”

24

Jack

Iwake with a smile on my face, Alastor’s warm, strong body wrapped around me. I could definitely get used to this. It’s hardly the first time we’ve spent the night together, but that’s usually more out of sheer laziness than anything else. We’ve definitely never cuddled. Until last night, that is.

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