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“Just everyone clear the area. Let them leave. If they don’t, I’ll take care of it, just give them space. Cowards hate an audience.”
Inside the small building, Jack’s fingers brush down my arm then gather my wrist, pulling me back into what I know is his private office. There’s no one else inside the building but he closes the door, making me tense as a pulsing starts between my legs.
“Please, don’t tell Carter about that…what happened. He’s so…”
“Protective.” Jack’s voice is a low growl, which only heightens the tense vibration in the air between us.
“Yeah.”
“Carter doesn’t need to know everything.” His indigo blue eyes are locked with mine and the way he says it makes me wonder if we are both talking about the same thing.
As much as I fight it, I can’t keep my eyes from the front of his jeans, wondering if it hurts, the way his cock looks desperately trapped behind the zipper, pushing up all the way to the tarnished brass belt buckle holding the worn brown leather belt in place.
He’s a real man. No other boy has ever made me feel the way Jack does. I know most girls my age would think he’s too old, too grumpy, even maybe a little on the heavy side, but I’ve never been more attracted to anyone in my life.
The adrenaline from the altercation outside must be giving me some sort of ancillary courage, because I step forward, swallowing the ping-pong ball stuck in my throat as a low rumble comes from Jack’s chest.
“What are you doing?” he grunts, the muscles in his chest hardening, his jeans still dripping onto the wooden floor around his feet.
“Thanking you?” I nibble on my lip, my fingers trembling as I run them up his chest, hearing him draw in a sharp breath like he’s touched a live wire.
I press myself against him, running my hands around the back of his neck, my cheek against his chest just over where his heart is thumping like a mad drummer under his hard pectoral muscle.
“Fuck, Layla…” His voice cracks as I hug him tighter, feeling the length of his erection grow against my hip.
I don’t move, counting the seconds as his muscles twitch in his shoulders, and finally the pressure of his hands swoops up my back, gathering around me, nearly pulling me off the ground with the force of his hug.
I’m touching him.
God, it’s better than I imagined. Even with the scent of the harbor water on him, I’m intoxicated. Drunk on the moment, the feeling, the electricity flowing between us.
I feel the word slipping out…
The word I barely dare think…
Slipping…
Daddy.
Just before I lose the ability to stifle my voice, there’s a knock on the door.
“Jack.” It’s the voice of the girl with the clipboard from the dock. “You in there?”
“Yeah, what?” he barks, but instead of letting me go, he pulls me tighter, like I’m his life vest as we float, drowning in the moment.
“Just letting you know, they’re gone. Left the boat a mess, just wanted you to sign off on the contract. Don’t think you’ll be giving them back any of their security deposit. Oh, and the harbor master is outside…wants to talk to you.”
“Fuck.” Jack rests his chin on the top of my head for a second, his breathing faster along with his heartbeat. “Be right there.”
I release my hands just as Jack loosens his grip.
“Work first,” I say as I step back.
“Wrong. You come first, but I need to deal with this so I can show you what coming first really means…”
My insides spin into knots as the hunger in his eyes flashes. Maybe this isn’t just one-sided. Maybe, just maybe…
He takes a long breath, running a hand over my cheek before turning toward the door. I follow a few steps behind as we go outside, watching him walk with the young woman, then stop to talk with an older, salty-looking man as I try to get a grip on myself.
He’s going to show me what coming first really means.
Chapter 5
Jack
I nearly drive us into the ditch as I take the turn back down the street toward the house. The way she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs in the passenger seat, wiggling and pressing her hands up and down her milky thighs, has me ready to drive off the goddamn road.
I’m losing control. The way she touched me earlier, it snapped the thin thread that was keeping the beast in me from taking what I know is rightfully mine.
Add to that, every time she says anything her voice is so sweet. I swear I hear angels singing while the scent of her sugary sweet cherry lip gloss has so much cum seeping out of my dick, my boxers are going to be cemented to the tip by the time I get her home.
