Page 99 of Dead Pretty

“You’ve worn me out.”

That makes him smile.

“Need a shower though. I’m all sticky.”

“Same.”

Jack lifts himself up, bringing me with him.

He holds me against him for a moment.

His hand in my hair, the other wrapped around my back, he hugs me.

Emotion packs itself into my chest.

I hug Jack back, listening to the beat of his strong heart.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head and then pulls back.

I really don’t like the feeling when he’s no longer inside me.

I feel empty. Alone.

Like I was for so long before he came into my life.

Jack helps me down from the counter, and then he removes his condom, ties it off, and gets rid of it in the wastebasket.

Leaving Jack, I head to the bathroom and take a shower. Washing my hair and cleaning my body. I don’t like removing the scent of him from me, but knowing he’s waiting out there for me makes it all the better.

When I’m finished, Jack gets in the shower after me.

I dress quickly while he’s in the shower, putting on another fresh tank top and going with just panties this time.

I’m brushing out the tangles in my hair when Jack comes out of the bathroom in just a towel.

“Hey.” I smile at the sight of him.

I put my hairbrush down and climb into bed, getting under the covers.

Jack dries off before going back into the bathroom to take the towel back, and I happily watch his naked butt retreat away.

He turns the light off when he returns, still very much naked. And if I’m not wrong, he’s rocking a semi.

He gets into bed beside me, lying on his back, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, my fingers playing with the line of hair that runs from his belly button to one of my favorite parts of his body.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Is your cock hard again?”

I hear and feel his deep chuckle.

“You’re seriously ready for round … what are we at now?” I ask, stunned at this man’s ability to get a boner.

“No clue. I lost count,” he admits, and we both laugh this time. “And to answer your question, yeah, my dick is hard again.”

I turn my eyes up to his. “Is it always like that—permanently rocking a semi?”