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"What are you doing, Jack?"
"I read that women need to go pee after they have sex to avoid getting a UTI." He turned away, walking over to the shower, which was much larger and nicer than the one in the hallway. His whole bathroom was better, done with gray walls and black tile. It was one of the only rooms that he seemed to have actually put money and time into in the whole house. Who knew that Jack would have a taste for luxury bathroom decor?
After he turned on the water to get hot, he turned back to me, but I had peed as quickly as I could, not ready for him to witness me doing something so intimate, which, when I thought about it, was kind of funny, given where his mouth just was. He watched as I stood up after flushing the toilet. He grinned wickedly as he watched a blush cover me from my hairline to the breasts I was trying to hide with one arm.
He held out his hand again. "Come shower." His voice was low and husky, making me think about the other things I had imagined him doing to me inside a shower. I squeezed my legs together at the filthy thoughts.
"Let's get you cleaned up so I can dirty you again."
ChapterTwenty
SALLY
As much as I had been going crazy inside the cabin, I hadn't really wanted to find myself spending my days at the clubhouse.
It honestly wasn't that bad. I got to sit in the office with Jack, curled up on the leather sofa while reading a book. I had ample opportunity to stare at him under my lashes, watching him glare at the laptop that seemed too small for his large hands. He also had a ton of paperwork. I wouldn't have expected a motorcycle club to have so many records to keep. But he had explained to me that the club, and he in particular, owned several businesses in town, which included the bar. I had known about the bar, of course. What I didn't realize was that he seemed to own more than half of the other businesses in Pumpkin Patch as well.
He had been rather open about things since we had spent our first night together just a few days ago. I learned that he was a silent partner in most of the businesses, financially backing them while letting the part owners run things as they saw fit. As long as they ran a good company, didn't try to embezzle money from it, and treated the other residents of the town right, he was content to allow them to make most of the decisions. But from what I understood, he was a very rich man.
"I invested in the first business when I was eighteen. On my birthday, the town lawyer revealed a trust I hadn't known was being held for me. Apparently, my mother had been setting aside money for my future for years." I watched as he stared vacantly off into the distance as if sinking into memories of his mother. It made me think of the scars I had felt on his chest, the ones I ran my fingers over every night as he fucked me in the bed that he now considered ours. I wasn't sure what they were from. A part of me wanted to hate the woman if she were responsible, if she had placed them there herself, or if she hadn't stopped someone else from doing it.
"I had no idea she had been saving money instead of using it to buy things we needed." He blinked and looked back at me. "The first business I gave money to was the deli."
"The deli?" I tilted my head, looking at him curiously. "Why the deli?"
He looked away from me and back to his laptop. I thought that was the end of the conversation and reluctantly picked up the book I had been reading and opened it again. My eyes darted back up as he spoke gruffly without glancing back at me.
"Because they fed me when I was younger."
After the silence stretched on without further explanation, I opened my mouth to ask questions, then shut it again with a click of my teeth when he suddenly slammed the lid of his laptop shut.
"Storytime is over. Come here." He pushed his chair back, making room for me in front of him on his desk. I wanted to protest, wanting to learn more about him as a boy and about why he would need to go to the deli for food, but his expression warned me not to ask. Plus, his eyes heated as they swept over me. I was still too entranced by him and under the spell he wove on my body every time he got his hands on me to deny what he was offering.
I closed the book, setting it next to me, not caring about losing my place, and stood. His eyes turned wicked as he watched me walk to him. I was wearing a pair of shorts that were practically indecent. They were something I would never have considered wearing outside of the bar during shifts. But Jack had been showing me with his actions how much he loved every inch of me. If I tried to cover my scars, he would get angry, telling me to be proud of what I had overcome instead of being ashamed of it. We still hadn't had the discussion yet about where I had gotten my scars. Just like we hadn't broached the subject about where he had gotten the ones covering his chest. Sometimes, I wanted to ask him if my scars were such a badge of honor, why did he go to such lengths to hide his?
As soon as I was within reach, he shot out a hand and gripped a hip tightly, yanking me into him hard. His hand went straight to my throat, making me moan with the desire already beginning to course through me. He had that effect on me. A single look, a single touch, a hand collaring my throat. He made me feel desired and worshiped. Owned. It was what I had always dreamt of as a young teenager while lying on my top bunk in the bedroom I shared with my three sisters. A man who would care for me and would take me away from the life I had. I hated what I had gone through. But I couldn't hate that it led me here to him.
"Jack," I whispered right before he brought our mouths together in a searing kiss. After that first night, he seemed to get better at literally everything he did with his mouth, hands, and cock. I hadn't known it could get better than that first time, but with time and practice, he had begun to play my body like it was his own personal instrument. I should have known he would be great at sex. He was the best at literally everything he did.
His hand stayed around my throat as the other skated down my body, over my breasts, down my flat stomach, and started inching under my shorts. He popped the button and slowly began to slide the zipper down, his fingers sweeping back and forth over the flesh he revealed inch by inch.
Just as he pulled the zipper as low as it could go and shoved his hand inside the minuscule panties he had bought along with the shorts I was wearing, the door to the office flew open.
"Hey, Prez, there's an emergency. Oh shit." Shock stood a couple of feet inside the office with a stupid grin on his face. "Hey, Sally. Sorry for, uh, barging in. Not used to the Prez, uh, having anyone in his office." The man didn't attempt to back out of the room or even pretend that he wasn't enjoying the rare opportunity of seeing his President with a woman.
I turned my head back to look at Jack. I had whipped my head around at the unexpected disturbance, but Jack hadn't looked away from my face. The dark look of lust was still clinging there, along with a heavy dose of annoyance. I expected him to pull his hand out of my panties at the disruption. Instead, he slipped his hand in even further until his middle finger found my opening. Then, with his eyes still on mine, he sank that finger deep inside me while his thumb brushed over my clit in one, then two circles.
He slowly withdrew his hand before standing up in front of me, the hard outline of his cock unashamedly on full display. I itched to reach out to grab it, to protest him leaving after barely touching me, but I swallowed back the words.
"I want you to stay in this room and wait for me to get back. Understand?"
I tore my eyes away from his hard dick and blinked up at him. I watched with glazed over eyes as he stuck the digit that was glistening with my moisture in his mouth and slowly sucked. A chuckle coming from behind me made my cheeks heat but also knocked me out of my lust induced stupor. "Yes, Jack."
He stepped into me and traced one of the scars that stretched from the corner of my mouth. "Good girl." And then he was gone, both he and Shock leaving with a quiet snick of the door. I sighed and glanced down at my open shorts. I'd heard of sexual frustration, but this was bullshit.
I hopped off the desk and straightened my clothes, fixing my zipper and refastening the button. I walked over to the couch and dropped down with a groan. I eyed my book but had no desire to pick it up. Instead, I grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and laid down, using the throw pillow that had shown up along with the blanket a couple of days ago. I'd never taken Jack to be such a considerate man, but he always seemed to be attuned with my needs, often anticipating them before even I did. He was always bringing me a bottle of water or something to snack on. Then there were the clothes that appeared a few days ago.
With those thoughts swirling through my head, I lay there staring at the big wooden desk that Jack occupied most of the day. I must have drifted off to sleep at some point because a knock at the door had me jerking awake and looking around in dazed confusion. The sky was darker outside the window, telling me it had been at least a few hours since Jack left to take care of business.
