Creating Merry Hell (7 page)

“I won’t give up—you can’t keep running from your feelings, Merry. Running won’t protect you.”

Soon afterward they left the restaurant. Jack drove in silence. Merry sneaked a sideways peak at him from beneath her lashes. Why did he have to keep pushing? Wanting more. Always more than she could give. She didn’t want to fight with him and she certainly didn’t want things to end this way. Relief flooded her when he sped by Grace’s driveway. He might not be very happy with her right now but the night obviously wasn’t over yet.

Eyes focused on the road ahead, Jack wondered what to do about Merry. She hadn’t uttered a single word since leaving the restaurant. He knew she was angry and probably scared but time was running away from them, and if he couldn’t get through to her before she left the island, he’d never get another chance. Part of him knew not to push it, to take it easy and slow down but the other part, the less rational part, wanted to go all caveman and fuck her into submission, to connect with her the only way she would let him.

Whenever he thought of her leaving, that she could simply walk away, it made him crazy. By her own admission she’d been about to marry a man she didn’t love and yet she wasn’t prepared to discuss any sort of future with him. Where was the fucking logic in that? Flicking a glance at her, he noticed her dress had ridden high on her thighs, her fingers trailing over the smooth flesh. Unable to help himself, he let his gaze linger as all other thoughts vanished, his blood heated and his cock hardened. Just when he’d regained enough sense to face the road, Merry reached across and stroked his cock in one long caress, elegant fingers brushing across the too-sensitive tip. His mouth gone suddenly dry and barely daring to breathe, he glanced away from the road for a second time. Carefully she withdrew her hand and placed it in her lap, looking like she’d never touched him, innocently sitting there staring straight ahead. He was beginning to think he’d imagined it when the gentle curve of her lips gave her away. Miss Lewis thought she had the upper hand, did she?

Stomping his foot on the accelerator, Jack didn’t pull the car over until he was well within his farm grounds. Cutting the engine, he got out and slammed the door closed behind him. When he reached the passenger side he jerked open the door.

“Get out,” he said between gritted teeth. “There’s a limit to what I’ll put up with, Princess. You’re not ready to talk—fine. There are other ways to communicate.”

In no hurry, Merry swung her legs out of the car but remained sitting primly in her seat with her hands folded in her lap, her body positioned so that she faced him.

“Get out of the car.”

Slowly she extended her hand, putting her small one in his big one. Jack waited until her head was clear of the door then he yanked hard, pulling her up against him. Merry gasped. Every muscle in his body tightened at the feel of her plastered against him. Barely giving her a chance to catch her breath, he clasped his free hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. Holding her in position he captured her open mouth in a desperate kiss. It was brutal, it was hard and it was wet. There was nothing soft or sweet about the kiss. It was pure, out-of-control lust.

Growling deep in his chest, Jack tore his mouth from her lips. “God, I want you so much, I can’t even fucking think straight anymore.”

There was still so much unsaid between them but right now he didn’t care. If this was the only way she would let him close, then so be it. The talking could wait until later because right now he needed to be inside her, to feel that hot, wet sheath clamp around his cock and pull him deeper. Right now he craved the connection more than his sanity. Right now he’d take her any way he could get her.

Hands on her shoulders, he turned her around so that she had her back to him. It was swift and
Merry’s
breath caught with the sudden movement. Jack pulled her hard against his body, his arms banding around her breasts and waist. He rubbed his cock along the soft curves of her ass and growled, “Feel what you do to me.”

Merry pushed back, caressing the swollen hardness of his cock. The movement was greeted by another appreciative rumble deep in his chest. He had to be inside her, sink as deep as he could get. Hard. Fast. Now.

Slackening his hold on her, Jack reached for the back of her dress and tugged down the zipper. When he slipped the straps from her shoulders the bodice crumpled and her bare breasts were exposed to the night air. Her nipples lengthened and hardened, a sob escaping her lips as his warm hands cupped the sensitive flesh and squeezed. Taking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and kneaded until she gave a husky cry.

Jack guided the fabric of her dress over her hips, down until it pooled at her feet.

“Bend over, elbows on the car and spread your legs.” Popping her hips, Jack ripped her panties from her even before she had time to catch her next breath. The smell of her arousal wafted up to his nostrils. With a thundering heart Jack took a moment to admire the view. He wanted to remember this, to burn the image of her spread across the hood of his car, her perfectly rounded ass in the air, her cheeks exposed. He loved the sexy indents that dimpled the top of her ass. He promised himself he would kiss them both later, tickle his tongue inside the little dips before trailing lower and fucking her with his tongue. The quiver of her thighs drew his attention, strong and shapely and spread for him. This was all for him. He reached out and traced the line of one of those perfectly rounded cheeks, smiling when she gasped and pushed back to fill his hand.

Unzipping his trousers, he lifted his cock free, stroking once, twice before aiming at her creamy entrance.

She chose that moment to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes pleading she whispered, “Take me, Jack.”

Those were the sweetest words he had ever heard in his life, and needing no further encouragement, he dipped his knees and thrust high and fast. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he stopped. “Did I hurt you?”

Merry shook her head. “Big. So good. Don’t stop,” she panted.

Slowly, he worked the last few inches inside her. Placing a foot on the bumper, he all but clambered on the hood to get deeper inside her.

Lifting her hips, Merry drove back onto him.

And all hell broke loose.

Desperate strangled sobs and wet, slapping noises saturated the night as they pounded together. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, and with a gentle push, he forced her down so that her upper body was flat on the car. The effect forced her ass higher in the air. Grabbing on to her hips, Jack picked up speed, withdrawing until only the bulbous head of his cock was left inside her and then thrusting fiercely until he hilted deep. With every withdrawal he felt her pussy quiver and tighten, her body eager to hold on to him.

Jack threw his head back, his voice hoarse, he groaned, “You’re so fucking wet.”

Merry cried out unable to help herself when his fingers slipped through the syrupy wetness drenching her folds to find her clit, pushing down, circling, dragging her closer and closer.

“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Jack, please,” Merry begged, desperation tainting her voice.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours…all yours. Please Jack… I—” her voice broke then. With a scream that came from her toes Merry contracted around him, holding him deep inside her she sobbed his name over and over as the spasms rocked her body.

“Merry.” Her name was torn from his throat as she tightened, clamping like a vise around him. It was too much. Unable to hold back his own orgasm, his hips jerking, his body lunged forward to cover hers. Jack bit into her shoulder as he came, his thick cum spurting inside her with every pulse. They lay like that, spread-eagled across the car, neither of them willing or able to move until their breathing recovered.

“Love you,” Jack murmured against her back when he was finally able to speak the words roaring in his head.

Chapter Seven

Jack opened the front door before Merry had the chance to knock.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Knowing this was their last night together, she’d taken even more care with her appearance than usual. She’d left her hair loose to spill down her back the way he liked it, the waves secured at her temple on one side with a rosebud clip. Feeling feminine and sexy, she smiled up at him and handed over an expensive bottle of white wine.

Taking the wine from her, Jack reached out and gently clasped the back of her head. He threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her toward him kissing her soundly. Intensifying the kiss, he held her tight against him as his tongue invaded her mouth. Merry slid her hand up his chest, resting over his heart where she grasped the material of his shirt, the other she dug into his thick hair and pulled him closer. By the time their lips parted Jack looked dazed and Merry was sagging breathlessly against his hard body.

Blinking at him, eyes sparkling, Merry murmured, “I like the way you say hello.”

Kicking the door shut and taking her hand, Jack all but dragged Merry through to the kitchen where he promptly discarded the wine. “I need you. Now,” he rasped, drawing her back into his arms.
Merry’s
gray eyes darkened to the color of slate. “You, Jack Campbell, are insatiable.”

Grinning at her, walking her backward until they reached the table, he said, “What would you say if I told you I want you to get up on the table and spread your legs for me?”

Always believing actions spoke louder than words, Merry untangled herself from his arms. She gripped the wood and never taking her eyes from his, lifted herself up. Wriggling into position, shoulders square and palms flat on the table, she parted her thighs for him and waited.

The air around them throbbed with tension, the only sound in the room their labored breathing. “Lift your dress up over your hips and lose the panties.” His voice was low, hoarse, as though it hurt too much to talk.

Slowly, Merry slid the silk of her dress up her thighs to reveal inches of smooth peachy skin. Higher, revealing the silk that covered her mound. Higher. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and peeled them down. Lifting her hips, she slid the material under her bottom and smoothed it down until it slid over her ankles and dropped to the floor. “Open your legs wider—I want to look at you.”

Merry parted her thighs. Her clit pulsed, needing the easing rub of his fingers but he didn’t move from his spot. She bit her lip and waited to see where he would take her next.

“Wider.”

Careful to keep the skirt at her hips, she spread her legs impossibly wide, giving him everything.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Now unbutton the dress.”

Merry’s
fingers deftly worked the tiny silk-covered buttons that ran down the front of her dress, and she didn’t stop until all of them were opened. A shuddering breath had the gaping material slide from her shoulders and down her arms. Behind the lace of her bra her nipples turned to hard little pearls, sitting up and begging for his attention. Merry arched her back and her breasts jutted forward temptingly.

Jack’s eyes devoured every inch of her and he licked his lips. “Now the bra.”

Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp and let the scrap of lace drift down her arms and fall to the floor to join her panties. Bare now apart from the rosebud in her hair and the slip of silk at her hips Merry waited.

Jack fought for control of his body as she did what he asked. Greedy for her, he had to exercise remarkable restraint not to rip open his fly and sink between the glossy lips of her exposed pussy. She truly was a remarkable sight, the bare delicate pink folds parted and shimmering with her want. But this was their last night together and he wanted to make every second count. After tonight all they would have were these memories.

Tempting him further, Merry tilted her hips, the action making her back curve and her full upturned breasts quiver delightfully. Seeing her like that, her guard down, trusting him to take control only made Jack love her more. She trusted him with her body—when would she learn to trust him with her heart? This was all that mattered. The two of them. Together. Always.

Jack grabbed a chair and dragged it back a few feet before straddling it. His arms rested along the back and he let his head drop down to rest on the back of his hands. The position brought him eye-level with her pussy, which maybe wasn’t such a good idea. He swallowed hard at the sight of the translucent cream coating her thighs and his gaze slowly travelled back up her body, lingering where her flat stomach gently rolled with her labored breathing, up over her flushed breasts until his eyes met hers. Jack watched her nip her bottom lip between her teeth, her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, her eyes glazed over. All of it telling him more clearly than words that she was thinking the exact same thing he was.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

Merry sucked two fingers into her mouth, eyes locked on Jack she pressed them to the distended nub of her clit.

“When you’re home alone in your bed, I want you to imagine it’s my fingers touching you, my tongue licking you, my cock fucking you. Will you do that?”

“Always.” It came out in one long soft hiss of a whisper, her fingers continuing their careful rotation. Her hips bucked harder.

He struggled not to groan out loud. If possible his cock grew longer and harder, pressing painfully against his jeans. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

Merry slid two fingers between her slick lips and inside herself, working them in and out, pausing as she dragged them from the glossy opening so that he could see the cream that coated them before thrusting them back inside. Sexy whimpers and lusty little sobs spilled out of her mouth as she lifted her hips and then dug her heels onto the wood surface, opening her legs impossibly wider for him.

“That’s it, Merry.” Jaw tight, Jack ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “Will you miss this? The way I suck your clit, gentle to begin with, then harder until you beg me to fuck you with my tongue…”