Jack In The Box

“What revenge?” I asked.

“My parent’s marriage was more of a business deal between two partners. Our grandfathers were associates who decided that marrying my parents was good for the business. I think my father was quite smitten with my mother. Her, not so much but they still ended up getting married.”

I waited for him to go on. He continued. “She didn’t conceive us until after ten years of their marriage. They were trying for a baby for a long time until there was a miracle.”

“My father found it suspicious when she was pregnant. There was probably a DNA test or something, I’m not entirely sure about the details but my father found out Ezra and I weren’t his.”

“What do you mean?”

“After a few years into the marriage, my mother was having an affair with her former lover, the one she’d initially wanted to marry. She loved that man and couldn’t forget him. Antonio Ruiz. We called him Uncle Tony. He was also my father’s friend. We were an outcome of love that was doomed from the very beginning. My dad found out about the affair when we were six, he told my mom to cut all ties with Tony, the friendship between the men was severed. Mom did exactly what Dad wanted and he decided to continue raising us as his just like before although he never looked at us the same way.”

That explained Jack’s delicious caramel complexion.

“I guess Tony wanted her to get a divorce and come to him but she refused. He often came to school and took us to amusement parks, fishing, and he gave us toys, things like that. We actually liked him more than the father who treated us with indifference. Tony was being a father that Brady Wolfe could never be.”

“To our father, we were a constant reminder about her affair and his inability to give her a child.” Jack smiled. “We were like a kick in his face, if you get my drift. He had no choice, he wanted an heir and we were his only option. He had somehow managed to get Tony out of our lives and we were too young to understand it then. To us, Brady was our father. Ezra and I competed against each other, fought for the affection that we were never going to get. We tried pleasing him too much.”

“I hate to interrupt but that’s not your fault, nor your brother’s.” I remarked. “Every child craves for love and attention.”

Jack gave me a sad look as he caressed my cheek and then started playing with my hair. His lashes were hooded and long, a sin for a man to have such beautiful natural lashes. His dark locks were begging for attention, I was dying to run my fingers through it. As if sensing my thoughts, he whispered, “Come a little closer.”

I scooted closer, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lap. Our eyes met for a split second before I looked away. “I want to listen to your story. What happened?”

Jack looked at me with an indescribable longing, the intensity of his dark gaze made my heart race. “Love, can I continue my story later?”

“Why, what’s distracting you?”

There was a hint of a smile. “I realized I have more pressing matters at hand.”

“Such as?”

He laughed softly. “Such as the throbbing erection I’m sporting right now because of you.”

I decided to tease him a little. “Hmm. I don’t think I can do anything to solve your problem.”

“Trust me, only you can.”

Jack didn’t let me answer as he took my mouth in a hungry kiss. His large hands moved from cupping my face to my shoulders and lingered towards my waist. He pulled me possessively towards him as his mouth continued to move against mine. When his tongue moved in my mouth in urgent strokes, I moaned hopelessly. My hands went up into his hair, catching a handful of the silky strands. I realized when I’d kissed Ezra thinking it was Jack to test a theory, I’d imagined him to kiss me like this but he hadn’t and that had proved why.

to know. But, definitely not

I confessed to kissing his brother and he stopped this mind-blowing kiss? I couldn’t take those

my top, pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. He took

tongue was meant for sinful things like what he was doing to me. I was far too deep into these emotions that

brother won’t be here until morning,

I nodded.

go to your room.”

taken refuge in two weeks back. Jack stripped down every garment from his body as he joined me in bed. We took our sweet time to explore each other knowing we wouldn’t be disturbed

coming. He kissed me passionately as my hands moved to cup his ass taking him deeper inside me. He let out an anguished growl with the steadfast thrusts, his eyes burning into mine before he looked away.

silent and that was unlike

you into my memory forever. I will think of only you when I take my last breaths, Riley.” He whispered moving

you saying

I’m sentenced to a lethal injection or until I’m hanging off a nose. One of us lives, or both of us dies, and I won’t regret if I die taking him down with me. Whatever game that he’s playing, it ends soon. I’ll find him. I’ll kill

mind that he would carry out what he’d planned. Jack was dangerous, and so

You can’t

brutally in the barn. I’d decided that if the law wouldn’t do what’s needed, I’ll do it. All these murders

fight until the

“Riley…”

give up on your life. You have to live, if not for yourself then…then for our

eyes widened.

nice if I could actually get to say that? No, Jack. I’m not pregnant. Would

was a shadow of a smile on his features. “I thought you were being serious for a moment there. I can’t promise you a future, but I can surely say I will try my best to get

good enough for me.” I

lips once more. “I love

More than I should admit.” I said kissing the tip of his

grinned. “You say that but I don’t see any of my posters hanging on your wall or the bathroom for that matter. Even the home screen on your phone doesn’t

His gaze softened. “You like playing with my hair, don’t

Of course, I love

sure you’re just talking about my hair or something

mind is always in the gutter. A Typical

“I’m a man.”

I have no doubt about

caressed my cheek. “Thank you for

don’t break it.” I

we’d met under normal circumstances, like in a club or a café or just introduced by

been nice. Although, I’m not sure you would have been