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I mean she was right...she didn’t remember anything about back then. And since we weren’t supposed to be talking to her about memories so that she could bring them back herself...there wasn’t really a way to warn her. I’d start slow, hold her wrists a little bit, see how she reacted to not being able to move.
Yeah.That’s what I would do.
And I’d watch her closely and stop as soon as I noticed anything.
This could work.
Fuck...my dick was the hardest it had ever been. Like it was going to burst out of my jeans if it didn’t get inside her immediately.
“Okay. But you need to tell me to stop if…” my words trailed off because an image of my hands wrapped around her fuckwad stepfather’s neck, his skin slowly turning purple as I squeezed...it was assaulting my brain.
“If what?” she whispered, pulling back to stare up at me.
Fuck. She was so beautiful. The kind of beautiful that tore you up inside. Rebuilt you so you had no choice but to worship it for the rest of your life.
“If you’re uncomfortable at all,” I finished, trying to say it lightly even though there was an alarm going off in my brain that this was a terrible idea.
“Alright. Come on,” she said suddenly, pushing away from my chest and grabbing my hand as she yanked me down the hallway towards my bedroom.
We got inside the room, and I was starting to feel sick.
And turned on.
Which was honestly a really weird combination.
Kennedy dropped my hand and took a few steps away from me while holding my gaze the entire time. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees.
Fuck.
Maybe Iwasgoing to die.
Kennedy
Jack liked this.
Correction...I was pretty sure helovedthis.
His eyes, usually a light hazel color, seemed darker somehow, as if a storm was brewing behind them. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his, captivated by the raw emotion I saw flickering there.
Jack’s whole demeanor had shifted. His pupils, normally a mere speck against the vast expanse of his irises, dilated ever so slightly, expanding like black holes drawing me in. He was hungry. He wanted this more than he had let on.
A faint blush crept up his cheeks, barely noticeable against his sun-kissed skin, but enough to betray the emotions simmering beneath the surface. His lips dropped open and it looked like he was having trouble remembering to breathe.
I felt my heart race in response, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the air. Every fiber of my being screamed with want.
I needed him.
“What—what are you doing?” he asked roughly.
I cocked an eyebrow, trying to be playful even though my panties were soaked, and my thighs were trembling as I knelt there.
“What does it look like, sir…” I purred, my voice coming out breathy.
He dragged a hand down his face, taking a deep breath...and then he was suddenly someone different. Someone...more.
“I want you to crawl over to the bed,” he growled, and apparently I was a big fan ofCaptainJack...because I swear I almost came.
“Okay,” I breathed.
