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“You’re not gonna ask how I know you have a brother in the first place?” he asks, not looking away from his phone; his palm flexing against my back. I shake my head, and he sighs before setting his cell down to catch my gaze. “Why? Did Liam’s death rattle you that much?”
“There is a lot of public court stuff, so I just assumed... you knew so much about me already; there is no way you wouldn’t know about Frankie,” I answered solemnly. Jack sat up with a grunt, his expression twisting in distaste. My heart stutters, ice lodging in my chest. “You said you couldn’t find him.”
“I put a concerted effort into finding him,” Jack responds, shrugging with a heavy sigh. “That’s why I didn’t approach you for so long after your father’s death. Unfortunately, Frankie’s a weasel, and I tracked him to New York before losing him permanently. Why’re you asking about it?”
“I was just thinking—what about Liam’s family? He suddenly disappears, and what would they think? I know he’s got a mom that lives in Manchester. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talking on the phone, though,” I sigh to myself. “What if someone comes looking for him?”
“Then you tell the truth, Heather— you don’t know where he is, and you don’t wanna know where he is,” Jack replies, his voice firm and carrying command. Glancing over at him, I frown at the conviction in his mossy, green eyes. His expression is tense, and he grabs my forearm to squeeze. “But no one will approach you because no one gives a shit about people like Liam. The only capacity anyone will care about is relief that he’s not around.”
“That’s—yeah, I guess you have a point,” I admit shamelessly, and he grins at me. I still have trouble believing the things that happened had actually happened. “Do you ever feel bad for anything you’ve done?”
“Sometimes,” Jack answers, not hesitating at all, and I lift my head. I wasn’t expecting him to answer truthfully. Flopping back on the bed, he blusters a sigh and props his arms under his head again. He looks so relaxed, unlike the way I’d seen him the last few weeks. “This life. Leading the Irish Mafia here in Boston was never supposed to be my job. But Robert’s a beanstalk, half-blind nerd who shits himself at the mere notion of public gatherings, so this is where I ended up. I don’t hate it, but I wouldn’t say I’m happy. Far from it. It’s a very isolating position to be in.”
“Your cousin, right? What about your parents? Siblings?” I ask, suddenly aware of how thin the ice I’m treading on truly is. My mouth dries, and I lick my lips when Jack grunts shortly. “I always wished my mom had more kids, but after my dad screwed her, she never trusted men again.”
“Siblings,” Jack’s voice is so soft, a thread of pain trickling through, and he closes his eyes. My heart aches for him; it’s the look anyone wears when they’ve lost someone they love. “I’d trade everything for my sister, but dead people are dead, and who they were, what they wanted, and their hopes and dreams no longer matter.”
“I— I shouldn’t have pried,” I grip my bare ankles, and my palms sweat when I feel Jack’s eyes settle on my back. Licking my lips nervously, I glance over my shoulder at him. “What?”
“Are you feeling better now?” My heart leaps into my throat at his sincere tone, the slight spark of worry in his eye. Sitting up with a grunt, he folds his legs under him to palm his knees. Goosebumps race up my back and across my sternum under his intense gaze. “Are you one of those who takes a nap to process traumatic events? It’s pretty late, almost 11. You’ll be up all night, and if you want to get right by Monday, you’ll have to stay up all day tomorrow.”
“I— I guess I am, yeah.” I murmur and notice for the first time how deeply green Jack's eyes are. They were certainly striking the first time we met, but there was more than that now. Tiny flecks of gold, or the way his pupils constrict for the first time in a day when his gaze lands on mine. Under the blood drumming in my ears, Jack's words fade into obscurity, and I tense when he reaches to caress my cheek. He hesitates, his knuckle hairs tickling my skin, before thumbing along my jaw.
“You’re so—” Jack trails off, lowering his hand to shake his head. I blink in shock, alarm bells ringing in my head when he scoots off the bed. “You should hop in the shower. You’ll feel better afterward.”
“Wait,” I say hastily, my throat tightening at the notion of him leaving me alone. Jack pauses. “Can’t you stay... a little longer?”
My heart hammers against my chest as he twitches his cheek in surprise before nodding curtly. What am I doing? When he kneels on the bed, fire rushes through my veins, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I find myself crawling across the vast mattress towards him, my body moving in a random manner dictated by my fogged mind. “I’m so what?”
“You’re so,” Jack murmurs, grabbing my hands to guide them down his chest and abdomen. My fingertips tingle as heat spreads through my core. Desire softens his expression, his jaw ticking when I palm his cock outside his slacks. “Fascinating.”
He unexpectedly bends to capture my mouth. His tongue slides into me, and he cups the back of my head, making it impossible for me to pull away. I don't want to as I unbutton his pants to reveal his imposing cock.
Excitement roars in my ears, his flavor making me salivate as images of that night at the gun range flash through my mind. I pant frantically as I pump his hard, fat cock, and Jack groans, thrusting his hips in eagerness.
Calloused hands yank my shirt over my head; my bloodied jeans discarded on the floor.
While Jack attacks the clips on my bra, I reach between my legs, pushing my panties aside.
Leaning down, I groan as his musky scent obscures my thoughts. His hot, smooth cock twitches beneath my palm, tingling my tongue as I lick the tip of his shaft. Jack pulls my hair taut, tugging on the strands and pushing down my head.
“Fuck,” he pants as I wrap my lips around his bulbous head, moaning at the delicious taste.
Surprise boggles my eyes when he thrusts sharply, his cock bending down my throat. I suck in my cheeks, savoring every inch of him as he fucks my mouth. Saliva dribbles from my lips, and Jack shudders when I gag around his cock. Watching him so turned on made my pussy throb uncontrollably as I thought about him taking me in every possible positon.
“God, Heather!”
I spread my knees and easily finger myself while Jack takes complete control. I choke on his shaft as the sound of his cock hitting the back of my throat echoes loudly in my ears. He reaches deep and growls in pleasure, his sac tickling my chin. My lungs are on fire and aching, and I gulp enthusiastically around his cock before cracking open my eyes and looking up at him blearily.I want him to fuck me so bad.My pussy got wetter and wetter just by thinking of it. I sucked harder and deeper, imagining it was my pussy his cock was burying itself in.
“Yeah,” Jack growls through clenched teeth, pushing down on my head to make me choke before tugging my hair.
I cough, tears stinging my eyes, as he slaps my ass with his free hand. The slight, sharp pain is followed by pleasure, and he jostles me around like a ragdoll to get me on my back.
I shudder as Jack tears his hand from my hair and spreads my knees high and wide, my toes curling in anticipation. He peels back the thin fabric by thumbing my clit through my underwear. Pressure builds behind my eyes as he places his cock between my lips, barely pressing into my entrance.
“You’re so wet for me. I’ve wanted this juicy pussy since we met, Heather.”
“Make me cum.” I sputter hotly, a distinct, high-pitched whine in my tone that draws Jack’s gaze to mine.
