He frowned. “I need to run upstairs, find a condom. This was amazing, but unexpected…” His words trailed off as he glanced up at me.
“Jack. I trust you,” I promised, knowing this was more than a one night stand. “I know you wouldn’t do anything that’s not safe and I’m on birth control. We don’t need it unless you’re particularly set on it?”
His eyes glazed over and he shook his head jerkily. “Fucking you sounds like heaven, but I don’t want to take advantage of you, Autumn. You deserve better than that.”
“Jack, all I want in this moment is you,” I said as I stood up, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’m okay with this. Are you?”
“More than okay,” he promised as I unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the ground with his boxers. My mouth watered at the sight of him, long and slightly curved. I shifted us around before I pushed him down on the bench, climbing on his lap.
All the awkwardness from our conversation was gone and I glanced at him one last time for approval before sinking down on him. We both groaned as he filled me. My body was worked up enough that I couldn’t pause for long. His hands settled on my hips, letting me take the reins as I fucked myself on him.
Jack wasn’t the type to just sit there and let me do the work, his fingers trailing over my skin as he explored every inch of my skin he could reach. My back bowed as his touch ghosted down my spine, his mouth claiming my hard nipple that I’d presented him. He teased his teeth over me before biting down hard enough that I cried out. This time there was no buffering the sound and I wasn’t positive the others couldn’t hear us. Nor did I care.
Jack took over then, fucking into me as he held my hips in a bruising grip. My legs clenched around him and the moment he started to lose his pace he brushed his fingers over my clit, teasing me until my body was exploding for him, pussy clenching around him as I came again. This time he came with me, crushing his lips to mine so he could swallow down my cries as he fucked me through the aftershocks. When he pulled away from the kiss he rested his forehead to mine as we caught our breath.
“I think the cider is probably cool now,” Jack joked, breaking the silence. I climbed off of him as I laughed. “Come to bed with me?”
“I’d love to,” I said with a grin as we both got dressed and put out the already dwindling fire. We stole glances as we brought everything inside and put it away. By the time he was pulling me upstairs, I knew that sleep wouldn’t be all we did tonight.
Chapter17
Jack
My arm ached as I reached up to grab a fresh bag of flour in the pantry. When Autumn had asked us to help make cider I’d envisioned an afternoon of playful flirting, tasting delicious cider, and being surrounded by her scent. Instead it was full of cranking the industrial apple peeler, slicing apples, and working over a hot burner.
Even if the day had been rough, the night was even better. The scent of the enticing omega was still wrapped around me and I breathed it in with a goofy grin on my face as I got to work mixing the pancake ingredients.
“What are we making?” Boone asked as he came in. For some reason he was the only one who could wake up grumpy, yet motivated. But I wouldn’t turn down some company.
“Put on some music, will you?” I asked him first. “I’ve got coffee brewing already, but you can get some sausage going.”
He grunted in response as he went over and put his phone in the speaker dock, keeping it low enough to not wake the others but loud enough we could enjoy it. We’d perfected the noise level during Hunter’s brief stint of overnight shifts. We were a small town, and when Barnes retired, he had to take over extra shifts until they’d sent him a few officers from upstate.
When the soulful country music started playing we both sung along, going about our work in companionable silence. That was what I appreciated about Boone. There was no need for unnecessary conversation. He could make you feel less lonely with his presence alone.
Having him back was amazing. I’d thought we all but lost our pack for a while, but we were slowly breathing life back into it. He belonged here. Just like Autumn did. Even if we hadn’t convinced her of that yet. Hell, I hadn’t convincedthemof it yet.
But there was something magical about this town. It stole your heart easily with it’s quirky citizens and strong sense of community. Holiday Hollow gave you a place to truly belong, to thrive, and I hope it extended to her. Hell, it brought her back after all these years, even if not on the best circumstances.
Speak of the devil.
“I thought I smelled something delicious,” Autumn said as she came in. I glanced over and bit back a groan at the sight of her in an oversized tee and booty shorts. The woman could wear anything and I’d likely feel the same, but the disheveled hair and my shirt from last night nearly did me in.
“Morning, pumpkin. Can you go wake up Hunter?”
Boone gave me a side eye but said nothing as she walked away.
“That was mean,” he said evenly as he went to prepare her a cup of coffee and placed it on the counter, before going back to the stove.
“He’ll be fine,” I shot back as I flipped the last of the pancakes onto a platter and carried it to the table.
A loud grunt echoed out of Hunter’s room and Autumn’s laughter filled the air. Fuck it was nice to have my brother laughing more. He was keeping his distance a bit still, but I could tell that he was enjoying having her here. Hell, he was home more, no more late nights at the bar any chance he got.
“Done, and done,” Autumn sang out as she walked in the room, sliding her hands together like she did a job well done. “Oh, pancakes. Mind if I make some eggs?”
“Of course not,” I said. “I can do it for you?”
“Oh stop, I’m capable,” she teased. “Boone, want any? Jack? Anyone know about Hunter? He’s in the shower by the way.” I chuckled at her rapid fire questions. She even talked with more energy than the average person.