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“Rose, this is my Aunt Nadine,” he said with a chuckle as she stood in front of me with a humor-filled smile. She was much older than I’d originally deducted from afar. I wasn’t sure how much older she was, but she was stunning. “And this,” he said as he wrapped his arms around the next woman who approached and had his eyes, “is my mother, Amy. You’ve met my Aunt Rory. And over there,” he said of the two men seated at the table, openly enjoying my display, “is my Uncle Spencer and my father, Jack Sr.”
I cleared my throat as water dripped from every porous surface of my body. “Nice to meet you all.”
“Pleasure,” his uncle said from the table, a drink in hand.
“Absolutely is,” his father said, giving me a once over and winking at his son.
“Easy, Dad,” Jack scolded as his mother stood in front of me now. “You’re far prettier than he told us you were,” his mother sounded before she pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back, afraid of soaking her, but gave as good as I got.
“All right guys, she’s soaked. Start on your dinner and I’ll bring her back in a minute.” Wordless and stunned, Jack grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway where I’d left a puddle of rainwater then down a very long hall to his bedroom. I took a long look around at the high ceilings and the tasteful and strategically placed décor. There were masks of all kinds showcased on a shelf on his wall along with tons of other objects I couldn’t name to save my life. He had a four-poster bed that sat in the middle of the huge room dressed in pure white. Stacks and stacks of books sat next to a newly built library case. I was completely floored. He’d been such a huge part of my world, and I hadn’t so much as set foot in his. I pushed off the guilt as I thought of the way he’d left my world. Jack emerged from the adjoining bathroom with a towel and began to dry me off. When his attempt failed, and I was still shivering, he gripped the hem of my cotton dress, but I stopped him.
“You’re soaked, beb. Take this off.” Though unaware, Jack’s endearment was a solid tear down in the deepest part of my chest. I shook slightly as his smell invaded me. His hands were warm, and I was suddenly freezing. Jack removed my shoes and towel dried my hair and arms before he went in again for my dress.
“No, Jack, leave it. I’m fine.” Even as I protested, my lips began to quiver. I wasn’t sure if it was the rain or the man who held my heart captive.
“Lift your arms, damn it,” he snapped as I looked at him with widened eyes.
When he lifted the dress and saw I had absolutely nothing underneath it, I heard his audible. “Fuck me.”
“I gambled that you were alone,” I said, slightly embarrassed.
“And right now I wish I was—God, you’re bare,” he said as he made quick work of locking his door and pressed me up against it. “This is for me,” he said as his eyes blazed with need. “We’ll have to make this quick,” he growled, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I gasped at the feel of his hand between my legs.
“Jack, no,” I protested weakly as he spread my center, ran his fingers through it, and kissed my neck.
“You can’t come to me naked underneath that fucking dress and ask me not to touch you,” Jack said, pushing one finger then two inside of me. I gasped at the feel of his warm hands as he assaulted my mouth.
“Oh God, I’ve missed you,” he breathed into me as he worked his skilled fingers and my toes curled.
“Jack,” I said as he pulled out his hard length at the same time he lifted my leg.
“Tell me to stop,” he dared, his body still, eyes penetrating mine. I said nothing as he kept my eyes captive with his and pushed into me one delicious inch at a time. Vulnerable to the feel of him and seeing the man I fell in love with in front of me, without anger, I accepted him into me and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Oh God,” we moaned in unison as he buried himself inside of me to the hilt. It was so wrong. All five of his parents were only feet down the hall. Jack covered my mouth with his hand as he thrust into me and I bit, licked, and sucked his fingers.
“More,” he urged as he lifted me fully around his waist and picked up his thrusts. I came minutes later as he sealed my mouth to his with a long moan and released into me, hot and heavy. He buried his head in my neck as we both gathered our wits. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise,” he said as he kissed me slowly, the promise on his caressing tongue. “I had to have you.”
“We need to talk.”
“I know.”
“Is this over for you?” I asked, hating myself for not waiting for the right moment or conversation.
“I’m still inside you, Rose. How could you think that?” He let my legs down as he pulled out of me and grabbed the towel to make quick work of cleaning us both up.
“Jack, I’ve got something that may fit her,” I heard his mother call from right outside the door. I froze, butt naked, and then scrambled quickly to the bathroom where I shut the door behind me.
“Thanks, Mom,” I heard him say as the door opened and then quickly closed. Had she heard us? Jesus, what were we thinking?!
I looked down at my stomach and felt a slight flutter and put my hand over it, willing it to calm down. The first-trimester sickness had just started, and the last thing I wanted to do was toss in front of him.
Jack knocked on the door once before he walked in with yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I took the clothes thankfully. Jack stood in the corner of the bathroom with his arms crossed.
I pulled on the fresh clothes, took a towel off the rack, and began to attempt to straighten my hair.
“You look beautiful.”
“You told them about me?”
