Page 22 of Bound in Ashes

He groaned and then I was empty. Jack gripped my hips and held me in place, his cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks as he spurted his cum on my back.

We stayed like that for a long moment.

Both breathing hard.

Both trembling.

His forehead still pressed between my shoulder blades, his hands gentle now on my hips.

His cum cooling on my skin.

“Asia, you have to be safe,” he whispered.

Then he pulled away and helped me with my pants.

I turned and watched him adjust his.

When he met my eyes, I couldn’t read his expression.

He was closed-off, making me wonder if I’d imagined the softness I was sure I’d seen.

Back to the Jack who showed nothing.

“Let’s go,” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied as I headed back toward the house, Jack beside me.

The silence was oppressive.

I went to step on the porch, but Jack grabbed my hand.

He locked eyes with mine.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said quietly.

“Do what?”

“Risk your life like that. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

I wanted to argue.

But that look in his eyes, the one I couldn’t name, wouldn’t let me.

Jack

I watched Asia walk into the house but didn’t follow right away.

But she was still with me.

Her scent on my skin.

Her taste on my tongue.

The very thought of her burrowing into parts of my soul I hadn’t even known existed.

I was reminded again of how dangerous this woman was.

But it didn’t matter because she was mine.