going to come again in such a short amount of time.
I clutched him to me and ground my hips into him as my orgasm ripped through my body.
“Kristina,” he groaned, and his whole body stiffened as he spilled his seed deep inside me.
Afterwards, he laid on top of me for a moment before shifting his weight and propping himself up on one elbow.
He smiled at me and stroked my face tenderly, and I felt my stupid heart flip flop in my chest.
In the past, it wouldn’t have been easy for me to leave Jack Harding, but I had a feeling that it would be impossible now.
3
The following morning I got up early to unpack. I had dumped the entire contents of my suitcase onto the bed and was putting my clothes back on hangers when I thought I heard angry voices.
I paused for a moment, but heard nothing except birds singing outside.
Shrugging to myself, I picked up the thin, white bra I wore yesterday and put it in the washing basket. I blushed as I remembered Jack’s fingers peeling back the delicate straps last night.
I bit my lip and wondered if things would be awkward today. It wasn’t going to be easy trying to act normally around Brian and Olga. Especially Brian. He was pretty perceptive when it came to Jack.
I took a deep breath and ordered myself to focus. I would never get finished at this rate.
I hated packing and unpacking. I’d never been any good at it. For my trip out here, Kate had insisted on helping me pack, showing me carefully how to roll certain things so they wouldn’t get too creased. But I hadn’t paid much attention, and I’d been in such a hurry the day before that I just crammed everything into my case.
As I began to fold my favorite sweatshirt, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I walked towards the large window and looked out. Lauren and Alexander were standing on the patio. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from this distance, but it looked like an intense conversation.
Alexander towered over Lauren. He seemed to be very agitated, so feeling protective towards my friend, I leaned forward so I could see better.
But Lauren appeared to be holding her own in this conversation. She was angrily gesturing at Alexander, and when Lauren finally seemed to run out of steam, Alexander put a hand on her shoulder, but she wrenched herself free and turned away from him.
I moved closer to the window – so close my breath steamed up the glass – but I couldn’t hear anything other than some very muffled curses coming from Alexander.
I opened the sash window a little further, hoping it wouldn’t creak and alert them to the fact I was eavesdropping. I didn’t feel good about spying on them, but… dammit. He had better not be making her cry!
After a moment, Alexander spun around and stalked back towards the house. I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Jeez, what on earth was going on with those two?
I was really worried about Lauren. Alexander had always been very courteous to me. He seemed polite and helpful, but a little uptight, and I didn’t exactly think Alexander was a fun-loving kind of guy. Would someone like him really make Lauren happy?
Maybe this was just a quick fling between them. But then why was she so mad at him? It was none of my business, but I just didn’t want her to get hurt. Alexander didn’t really strike me as the steady boyfriend type.
I smiled and shook my head. Who was I kidding? I, of all people, knew you couldn’t control who you fell for.
I watched Lauren, with her shoulders slumped and head down, walk back towards the house.
When I lost sight of Lauren, I turned away and stuffed the last few items of clothing into the oak chest of drawers, smiling as I imagined the look of horror on Kate’s face if she could have seen my method of unpacking.
I shoved the overstuffed drawer closed on my second attempt after poking back an overhanging, crumpled T-shirt. Then I stood up. It was time to face Jack.
I couldn’t put it
I clutched him to me and ground my hips into him as my orgasm ripped through my body.
“Kristina,” he groaned, and his whole body stiffened as he spilled his seed deep inside me.
Afterwards, he laid on top of me for a moment before shifting his weight and propping himself up on one elbow.
He smiled at me and stroked my face tenderly, and I felt my stupid heart flip flop in my chest.
In the past, it wouldn’t have been easy for me to leave Jack Harding, but I had a feeling that it would be impossible now.
3
The following morning I got up early to unpack. I had dumped the entire contents of my suitcase onto the bed and was putting my clothes back on hangers when I thought I heard angry voices.
I paused for a moment, but heard nothing except birds singing outside.
Shrugging to myself, I picked up the thin, white bra I wore yesterday and put it in the washing basket. I blushed as I remembered Jack’s fingers peeling back the delicate straps last night.
I bit my lip and wondered if things would be awkward today. It wasn’t going to be easy trying to act normally around Brian and Olga. Especially Brian. He was pretty perceptive when it came to Jack.
I took a deep breath and ordered myself to focus. I would never get finished at this rate.
I hated packing and unpacking. I’d never been any good at it. For my trip out here, Kate had insisted on helping me pack, showing me carefully how to roll certain things so they wouldn’t get too creased. But I hadn’t paid much attention, and I’d been in such a hurry the day before that I just crammed everything into my case.
As I began to fold my favorite sweatshirt, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I walked towards the large window and looked out. Lauren and Alexander were standing on the patio. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from this distance, but it looked like an intense conversation.
Alexander towered over Lauren. He seemed to be very agitated, so feeling protective towards my friend, I leaned forward so I could see better.
But Lauren appeared to be holding her own in this conversation. She was angrily gesturing at Alexander, and when Lauren finally seemed to run out of steam, Alexander put a hand on her shoulder, but she wrenched herself free and turned away from him.
I moved closer to the window – so close my breath steamed up the glass – but I couldn’t hear anything other than some very muffled curses coming from Alexander.
I opened the sash window a little further, hoping it wouldn’t creak and alert them to the fact I was eavesdropping. I didn’t feel good about spying on them, but… dammit. He had better not be making her cry!
After a moment, Alexander spun around and stalked back towards the house. I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Jeez, what on earth was going on with those two?
I was really worried about Lauren. Alexander had always been very courteous to me. He seemed polite and helpful, but a little uptight, and I didn’t exactly think Alexander was a fun-loving kind of guy. Would someone like him really make Lauren happy?
Maybe this was just a quick fling between them. But then why was she so mad at him? It was none of my business, but I just didn’t want her to get hurt. Alexander didn’t really strike me as the steady boyfriend type.
I smiled and shook my head. Who was I kidding? I, of all people, knew you couldn’t control who you fell for.
I watched Lauren, with her shoulders slumped and head down, walk back towards the house.
When I lost sight of Lauren, I turned away and stuffed the last few items of clothing into the oak chest of drawers, smiling as I imagined the look of horror on Kate’s face if she could have seen my method of unpacking.
I shoved the overstuffed drawer closed on my second attempt after poking back an overhanging, crumpled T-shirt. Then I stood up. It was time to face Jack.
I couldn’t put it
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