Sharing Jack’s Bed: Part 4

We worked our way back as quickly as we could, his arms around me the entire way. They had never felt better. Within minutes we were back at the Mercer house, brushing snow off of ourselves and each other after kicking off our shoes.

He took me upstairs and to the bathroom to look at my elbow, which I had landed on harder than I thought. Jack set me up on the sink before starting to clean out the cut I had managed. Just as he finished up I looked him square in the eye. “What’s the prognosis, doctor? Will I live?”

Setting his hands on my hips, he stepped so that his body was in between my legs. “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you didn’t.”

His eyes were purely sincere “I’m here as long as you want me.”

“Kellie,” his right hand brushed the hair from my face, “I want to be good enough for you.”

“Do you think I spent so many years crawling through your window because you weren’t? I’ve wanted you since I was thirteen years old.” He was moving closer to me. “You should have been my first.”

“Not me.” His fingers traced small patterns over my palm. “You should be someone’s one and only. You deserve…”

“A guy who’ll take me dancing? A guy who will care about me.” I motioned to my elbow which he had cleaned up, hoping he would see it as evidence for and not against my point. “A guy who will look at me like I’m the only girl in the world?
“I’m the one and only girl you’ve ever been friends with. That means something to me. That’s what you were trying to say that night, wasn’t it? The ability to not sleep with a girl was a sign you cared about her? Or is it just that you’re not at all attracted to me, and I’m making an idiot of myself.”

Another sly smile crossed his lips. “Could you not feel how attracted I am to you while we were dancing? I just don’t want you to settle for me, Kells.”

“Settle? Jack, I settled for six other guys. You can’t settle for your dream. I wanted you to be my first. I… Jack, I…”

“I love you, Kellie.” The words burst out quickly, as if he had finally given up on holding them back. “I missed you and thought about you every second that I was gone. I promised myself I would never tell you that, but… all of those girls, I wanted them to be you. You were too important, and I didn’t want to risk hurting you or losing you, so I kept looking for you in every girl that I met hoping it would be satisfying enough to keep me from messing things up with you.”

He was rambling, speaking everything almost too rapidly for me to keep up. “Nothing worked. Nothing got my mind off of you and wanting to be with you in every way possible. When I left, I stopped looking for you because I realized how pointless it was. And when you told me that you your number was still six, I thought maybe I was lucky enough that you were doing the same thing. That…”

“Say it again.”

“Which part?”

“The part you’ve probably been scared to say for a long time.”

“Kellie, I am absolutely in lo-” I couldn’t wait for the words to finish before I pulled his lips to mine for the third time. He slid me forward across the sink until our bodies were flat against each other, his growing erection pressing against my panties through his jeans; I couldn’t help but grind a little against it. I slid my tongue across his lips until his own met it in exploration.

Only a few seconds had passed before we were breathing heavily, and I was stifling small moans. His hands moved across my body as if he were trying to feel every last inch of me.

He kissed me with deeper passion than I knew was possible. It wasn’t crazy and fast like that that proceeds a frantic fucking, but the kind that makes your entire body go numb.

With seeming reluctance, he separated his lips from mine.“Do you… do you want to go to our room?”

“Our room?”

He was smiling, looking me straight in the eye. “It’s always been your room, too, since you were 13. I’ve never shared it with anyone else in any way; I’ve never brought a girl home.”

No words came to me; I could only smile, feeling my entire body break into goosebumps. He lifted me from the sink and set me on the floor before leading me down the hall to his room.

Our room.

Standing with the back of his knees against the mattress at the side of his bed, he pulled me directly in front of him. “Kellie…”

“Please don’t… don’t you dare question this.” I stood on tip toes to rub my lips against his ear. “Think about warming me up while we were lying in this bed together. Think about dancing with me. Think about how my skin feels against yours. Think about my lips. I want you, Jack.” I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his perfect abs and scattered tattoos.

Lifting his arms, he helped get it off and dropped it to the floor. The sight of his body made me feel weak, the perfection of it.

Cupping my cheeks in his hands, he kissed me, and started moving his hands downward until he touched the bare skin of my leg. He was sliding my dress up, past my panties, past my stomach and my chest and finally over my head. It to went to the floor.

The window shade was open, letting the moonlight and some glow from the street light in. With it, I could see him looking at my body. Suddenly, I was self conscious.

Biting my bottom lip, nervously, I thought of all the girls he had seen naked, how much sexier they probably were than me. I wrapped my arms across my stomach. “Don’t,” he said, pulling my hands away, “I want to look at you.” He leaned away from me, to his side and reached for something by the wall.