Loving Jack (2 page)

“Fuck no! That sounds boring as shit. Spending day after day counting beans and stacking them in nice neat piles sounds like an early death to me.” He replied with a wrinkled nose. Well, damn, he did have to put it that way? Now she was offended.

“That’s my life, Jack, my future. That’s my love. You may not get it but can you respect it?” she asked.

“Of course I can.” He nodded. “If that’s your thing and it makes you happy then I totally respect you working toward that goal.”

“My point exactly, sir. I wasn’t questioning your choice of majors, I really just wanted to know exactly what kind of art you practice and why, but I see this is a sore spot for you. Damn, I’m sorry I asked.” She looked away from his deep blue eyes as the waitress brought them their drinks. Had his eyes been that blue earlier? She didn’t think so.

Grace wanted to be annoyed by his description of her as a bean counter, but she couldn’t when he looked so sullen. Damn it! Was he pouting? She couldn’t handle the pouting.

“And you may not understand my piles of beans stacked in neat and even rows, but they are logical and orderly fucking piles of beans that I need to function!” she shouted just as the waitress appeared with their food. The poor waitress looked afraid to come any closer. Jack busted up laughing, and a man behind the counter moved around the counter like he might have to step in at any moment. Great, she meets a totally hot guy who seems to like her and proceeds to insult him and shout at him about beans and the order they belong in, all within an hour. Stellar job, Yates, just stellar.
 

“Pardon me,” she told the waitress, “I happen to be passionate about beans.”
 

Jack was damn near rolling on the floor with laughter by this point. The waitress dropped the plates off and ran. Grace did her best to ignore Jack as she moved exactly half of the French fries from her plate into the carryout container she’d requested. Jack’s laughter calmed as he watched her. She removed the onion from her burger and began to cut the burger into four equal pieces. She placed two pieces in the carryout container with the fries and closed it. When she looked up Jack was struggling and failing to hold back another round of hysterics. His eyes were bright and shining once again with the warmth she’d chased away with her question about his major.
 

“What now?” she asked, feeling annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing with your food?” he wiped tears from his eyes and examined her plate. “Do you need to dissect it first? How do you know you won’t eat it all?”

Now he was going to make fun of her eating habits? First she nearly falls and he has to save her, she insulted him, then the fucking beans, and now her burger. She always ate this way. Grace needed her food in sections, just like everything else in her life. Not to mention that she’d been overweight in her youth. Saving half her food was a trick she used to keep herself from overeating. Her face reddened and tears threatened. She really liked this guy, so far anyway, and he was laughing at her. Grace was mortified. She stood up and walked away from the table.

Jack followed her, “Hold on a minute, Gracie. Don’t be pissed. It’s just that you’re so fucking cute.” He was still laughing. Asshole. She kept walking.
 

Jack grabbed her elbow and gently pulled her to a stop. “Come on. I’m sorry about vomiting my daddy issues all over you. I spoke to him earlier and that is never a good time. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. And I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. Not really. Let’s start over.” He extended his hand to her, “Hi. I’m Jack Landry, art major with a focus on graphic art and digital media.”

Grace rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to be charmed again, but she was, damn it! Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they returned to their booth. The rest of the meal passed without either of them insulting the other. Jack told her about his most recent project. It was a group effort in which his team was building a website. Each person got their own page to design and the home page was a collaboration of the team. He was struggling to allow the other students to do their part. He preferred to work alone, because as he’d demonstrated earlier, he had a tendency to steamroll people. Letting others have a say on work he’d be graded on was tough for him, but he was getting through it and the project was nearly done and looking very good.
 

Grace told him about her family and the pressure she felt to do her parents proud. She soon realized they were alike in as many ways as they were different. If this buzz of chemistry between them went anywhere she could see they would butt heads regularly.
 

Jack hadn’t made any further advances and she was beginning to fear she was the only one experiencing the instant attraction that had her sweating and trying to be interesting, more interesting than a bean counter. Somewhere between talk of Jack’s brother who was a Marine and their father’s pride and joy, and Grace telling him what life as an only child was like, Jack reached across the table and captured her hand. His much larger hand enveloped hers and it shouldn’t have been a big deal but she knew it was and sensed it was for Jack as well.
 

The conversation had fizzled out and they were just sitting there holding hands. She was trying not to overthink this crazy turn of events. Jack was handsome and he had a great sense of humor. He even made her laugh at herself, which is something she never did. Grace took herself and her studies in particular very seriously. She was enjoying his company and to be honest, it was the first time since she entered college that she found herself really into a guy. She wanted to see where it could go and judging by the sparks that were leaping between them, she thought it would go straight to the bedroom. The man was charming, intelligent, and sexy as hell with his thick biceps and wavy sandy locks.
 

Grace’s cell rang in her jacket and she answered the call from her very concerned roommate. Jack smirked at her from across the table and drew circles on her palm while she tried to explain to Jessie that she’d simply forgotten to mention that she was leaving the game with a guy she’d just met. She was getting the third degree from Jessie and Jack was enjoying the show. She told Jessie yes, he was very handsome. No, he didn’t look like a serial killer. Yes, she liked him, and no she hadn’t told him that yet because they just met. Jack looked smug as he listened. The jerk was too cute as he preened under her praise on the other side of the table.
 

Jack paid the bill and took her hand again on the way to his car. Grace had never been much for public displays of affection, but watching others eye Jack and look at her with envy made something that felt suspiciously like pride spread through her. Grace had to remind herself that he wasn’t hers, but damn if she didn’t want him to be.
 

The ride home was suddenly awkward. For the first time she thought Jack might be nervous. He was casting her sideways glances and fiddling with the radio. Grace had the feeling he had something to say but he couldn’t quite get it out. He seemed to be squirming in his seat. She decided to let him work it out instead of prodding him to find out what had turned his mood.

When he came around to open her door Grace was sad to see the evening come to an end. She climbed out and he shut the door but he didn’t let her get far. Grace found herself wedged between Jack’s car and his solid body. He stared at her mouth for a moment and then his hands were in her hair. He kissed her gently at first, like a swimmer dipping his toe in the water to check the temperature. Their mouths came together softly, over and over as he brushed his way from one corner of her mouth to the other. It felt as if he were testing her somehow, waiting for something before he pushed her further. It was achingly sweet but Grace needed more. There was a fire building in her belly and she needed Jack to fan the flames.

Grace took over the kiss, no longer willing to let Jack lead. She dug her hand into his thick waves and pulled him closer. She bit his lower lip and a little growl escaped her when his eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. She stroked inside once and tasted his flavor. Then Jack was the one growling. He nipped her back and the kiss detonated. Lips melded, tongues twisted, hands searched for purchase and Grace forgot where she was for a while. The proof of Jack’s arousal was pressed into her belly and Grace wanted to get closer. One of her legs wrapped itself around his hip and she pressed the ache between her legs tight against Jack’s solid length.

“Fuck!” he swore and lifted her other leg so he was holding her up and grinding his hard cock over her clit. Pleasure streaked through her veins and she moaned into his mouth. Grace wished the fabric between them would melt away and as hot as she was for him at the moment she thought her clothes might just catch fire. Jack nibbled his way up her jaw and whispered to her, “I want you, Grace. Right now, I wanna fuck you hard against this car. I want to make you come all over me.” He circled his hips, making a hot jolt of pleasure flood her body. Shit! If he kept that up she’d come for sure. Grace blushed. His filthy mouth was so sexy. Knowing what he wanted to do to her was a turn on.

Grace remembered where she was then and peeked around to see if they had an audience. It was late and the parking lot was full but she didn’t see anyone wandering around. Parked where they were between other cars at the end of the lot and facing the woods it wasn’t likely anyone would drive by them. Could she do it? Could she let this virtual stranger fuck her against his car? Was he really a stranger now? Grace’s brain said yes and her heart said she knew him well. She wanted him now and he wanted her. Her heart sped up and the need to get closer to Jack galvanized her.

“Yes, I want you, Jack, right now.” She admitted a bit shyly and Jack’s attentions to her neck and earlobe stilled. Had she shocked him? She wasn’t sure if she should be proud or ashamed of herself. Grace had never done this before. She’d never had sex outside of a bed and she’d never done it on the first date. Not ever! She’d never had a one-night stand either. In her mind this would be the first of many nights they’d spend together. The thought that he might not feel the same way crept into her mind but she batted it away. She already knew Jack could hurt her, but she wanted this experience. She wanted him.

Grace pulled Jack’s mouth back to hers and demanded entry. She nipped and sucked until he opened up and let her in. Her hand wriggled down between them to unfasten his jeans just enough to get her hand inside. She smiled against his mouth when she found no underwear to impede her progress. Grace took his thick cock in hand and gave it a few long slow tugs from root to tip.

“Oh fuck, Grace!” Jack pulled away from the kiss to lift her body up against him but she refused to release her prize. Jack looked around the immediate area. The nearest street light was a few cars down. They weren’t directly in the light but they weren’t hidden either. His hot eyes burned into her while he walked around to the front of the car.
 

“You want this dick?” he asked. “I had no idea you were such a dirty girl, Grace. Never let it be said I let a lady down.”
 

He set her on the hood of the car and pushed her back until she was forced to release his cock and she rested with her elbows behind her. Then he proceeded to pull off her shoes and yank down her pants, dropping them to the ground. He examined her sheer black thong and tsked. “Now why would a sweet little bean counter like you need panties like these, Grace? I think you may have some secrets for me to explore.”
 

Jack didn’t remove her panties yet. He leaned over her on the car to reclaim her mouth and slid his long fingers into her thong to brush her already wet lips. He hummed into her mouth and strummed her clit a few times. She was already so worked up that she would not last if he kept doing that. She wriggled beneath him, trying to get what she wanted. He chuckled and gave it to her, sliding two fingers into the depths of her body. Fuck, yes! That was good!
 

Jack circled his fingers and twisted them inside her until he hit a spot that made her jerk in his arms. Oh damn. She was definitely about to come. He changed the angle of his hand and stretched his thumb up to press down on her clit while he struck that perfect spot again and again with his fingers. Everything inside of Grace locked up. Her pussy clenched down on his fingers and he purred, “Fuck yeah, come for me Grace. I want you to soak my fucking hand.” And she did. Jack swallowed her scream as the waves of release ripped through her body. The tension left her body and she melted into the hood of the car for a moment. Jack slid her down farther to the edge of the hood and fumbled with his pants. She heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper and she lifted her head in time to see him cover his cock.
 

Jack held her eyes while he positioned himself at the mouth of her pussy. They watched each other when he entered her with one long, steady push. She was wet enough to take him easily and Jack held her hips steady. He stayed like that, buried deep inside her for a few beats of her heart. The sensation of being filled had her ready to blow again. Jack’s lips parted and he panted. When he clenched his jaw, an amused light filled his eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m fucking you on the hood of my car.” He slid out and slowly pushed back in. “I’m going to think of you every time I see this car now. How am I supposed to drive without getting a hard-on?” Grace couldn’t hold back her breathy giggle.
 

There was no talking after that. Jack lifted her hips up off the hood. She supported her upper body with her forearms while Jack held her aloft and set a steady rhythm. He pounded into her with long and hard strokes. His grip on her hips would leave marks but she didn’t mind. Jack had her pelvis tilted just right so that he was striking her g-spot with every thrust. He would unravel her again in no time.