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He led her to the couch and helped her sit down. She was big but not ‘ready to pop’ big. Her ankles were swollen to twice the size, though.
“How far along are you?” he asked as he sat down next to her.
“Six months. We found out three months ago,” she said and put her hand over his, her eyes shimmering as she met his gaze. “All Sully wanted to do back then was tell you.”
His mouth dried out and his heart hurt like hell.
“He thought…” Ash trailed off, lip quivering.
“That I was the biggest asshole in history?” Jack suggested.
Ash rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Something along those lines, yeah.”
Sully appeared in the doorway, a bag of groceries in each hand.
“We’ve agreed that we’re both assholes,” Sully said, his lips spreading in a wry smile. “He’s just dumber.”
He couldn’t even disagree so instead he dropped his head into his hands with a groan, not blaming either of them for laughing at him.
Zero
When the clock hit eleven and Jack still hadn’t come home, he figured they’d either made up or killed each other. Honestly, it was fifty-fifty. Sully had seemed determined to make things right between them, and while Jack had agreed to talk, he knew the man carried around a lot of anger. He hoped it wouldn’t get in the way.
He didn’t know much about what happened all those months ago nor the extend of Jack’s resentment, but he knew the look of a man working hard to hide his pain. It was the only way to survive while incarcerated and getting out and no longer needing to hide while still feeling like you had to, could tear you up inside.
He didn’t doubt how strong Jack was. He did, however, doubt whether he would be able to let down those walls that strength had helped build.
As much as he wanted to be the one to help Jack break down his walls, Jack had made it pretty clear from the start that he didn’t want his help. He was starting to get nervous about whether Jack would be happy about him pushing Sully and him to talk or if he would be dodging fists when Jack came home.
He sighed and stood, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV he hadn’t been watching for at least the past forty minutes. He doubted going to bed would stop his thoughts of Jack but if he was lucky, perhaps it might dull the nerves a bit.
He headed into the hallway just as the front door opened and Jack walked inside. He took a second to run his gaze over him. He was in one piece so that was something. His clothes weren’t rumpled so likely no burying of bodies had taken place.
When Jack looked up, his gaze catching on him, he let the door slam closed behind him and stalked toward him, eyes blazing.
Zero backed away, but Jack was faster. He grabbed a fistful of Zero’s shirt, and the last thing he expected was for Jack to pull him close and slam his mouth over his.
He gasped against Jack’s lips, unsure if this was actually happening.
Was Jack really kissing him?
Jack backed him against the wall, hands sliding up under his shirt. Jack’s fingers were cold against his skin, making him hiss while his abs contracted but having Jack touch him was well worth the temporary discomfort.
Jack’s tongue was in his mouth, and he was fucking owning him. There was no other way to describe it. Jack was in control and he knew it.
Jack kissed his jaw, then moved down to the side of his neck. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this turned on before. His dick was hard as hell and straining against his pants.
“Jack,” he gasped out.
“Don’t talk.”
Jack’s mouth was back on his while he walked Zero toward his room. Before he knew it, he was falling onto his bed.
He pushed up onto his elbows and cocked his head to the side as he watched Jack undress.
Jack reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, leaving all those gorgeous tattoos on display for him to gawk at. What he wouldn’t do to run his hands and tongue all over them.
Next was Jack’s jeans and then that thick cock was right there, hard and so fucking hot.
