We enter the pub and I watch Jack steel himself. I have full confidence in him, and I think he does too, but I don’t miss this brief moment where he has to hold onto his shit.
Keeping a firm hold of my hand, he leads us into the pub that’s far busier tonight than I would have expected. It’s a Monday after all; I would have thought it’d be one of their quieter nights. Between the punters sitting at the bar watching the footy replay on the TV, to the noisy guys playing pool down the back, to the jukebox in the corner playing Bow River, I would have sworn it was a Friday night.
Axe and one of the other guys came with us. The paparazzi have mostly given up on finding a story with Jack, but a few still linger, so Axe keeps close whenever Jack leaves the property. He and his team member stay behind us as we move through the pub, but their presence is felt. I don’t worry that Jack and I will be ambushed like we were that day the paparazzi arrived two weeks ago.
We’ve only been in here for a couple of minutes when a woman stops Jack and gushes, “Oh my fucking God, I fucking love you!”
Jack lets her halt our progress and smiles at her. “Hi.”
She looks like she might pee herself from excitement as she glances between Jack and the woman she’s here with.
Her friend waves her hands at Jack and says to the woman, “You need a photo with him!”
Axe moves in, coming to Jack’s side, and taking over. “We need to keep moving.”
The woman’s face falls, and with a quick shake of his head, Jack says to Axe, “No, we can do a quick photo.”
Axe nods and steps back, letting Jack take the lead.
Jack lets go of my hand and engages in a conversation with the woman and her friend, laughing and joking with them as they take photos. I love watching him like this. The woman keeps checking each photo and declaring she doesn’t look good enough in it and that they need to take another one. Jack indulges her each time, his eyes revealing his easy mood.
He’s always been like this with his fans. I remember being with some of his Hollywood friends years ago who were rude as hell to their fans, but I can’t recall one instance where Jack treated anyone like they weren’t someone worth meeting.
A succession of texts hit my phone as he talks with the women, so I step away and check it.
Lorelei: Ashton told me you’re flying home tomorrow. What time are you getting in? I’ll pick you up.
Jessica: We’ll get in around 11:30.
Lorelei: Jack’s coming with you?
Jessica: Yes.
Lorelei: How are things going with him?
Jessica: You know how you really like Jack?
Lorelei: Lol, yes.
Jessica: It turns out I really like him too.
Lorelei: OMG, I love this! We need a huge catch-up while you’re home.
Jessica: I think I’ll be home for a while.
Lorelei: Jack too?
Jessica: Have you ever known Jack not to charm his way into things?
Lorelei: So true. I can’t wait to see you guys xx
I feel a hand at my back, and thinking it’s Jack, I turn to smile up at him.
It’s not Jack, though. It’s some random guy who’s looking down at me like he wants to fuck me.
“Haven’t seen you here before, darlin’,” he says with a country twang that matches his cowboy hat and plaid shirt.
“That’s because I don’t come here.” I eye his hand. “Can you please remove your hand from me?”
He does as I request, blasting a smile my way. “Sorry, baby, but you’ve got me all worked up. What’s your name?”
I’m about to tell him I’m not interested when Jack steps in. And holy hell, the look in his eyes reveals the level of possessiveness he’s feeling.
His arm comes around me as he pulls me tightly against his body. “Everything okay here?” he asks, looking down at me before glancing at the guy.
“Yeah,” the guy says, reading Jack perfectly and taking a step back. Raising his hands, he adds, “Sorry, mate.”
Jack gives a tight nod and grunts, “Yeah,” as his hold on me tightens.
The guy walks away, and I pat Jack’s chest. “Easy, tiger.”
He barely hears me, though, because he’s too busy watching the guy leave. When he finally gives me his attention, he growls, “Fucking assholes who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
I’ve never been the kind of woman who finds it hot when a man gets his fists out over a woman, and while Jack didn’t do that, thankfully, I’m fairly certain he would have if it came down to it. And damn if that isn’t getting me hot right now.
I grip his shirt. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he rasps. “I’m working on it.”
As he throws a glance around the pub, presumably looking for Bob, I pull at his shirt to drag his attention back to me. “No, Jack, now. You need to fuck me now.”
Heat blazes to life in his eyes as understanding works its way into his mind. Not needing me to tell him what I want a third time, he takes hold of my hand and forces his way through the crowd to locate the bathrooms.
A minute later, he’s got me locked inside a bathroom with my skirt yanked up.
“I seem to recall you refusing to fuck me in a public bathroom whenever I tried to get you in one,” he says as I reach for his cock. He’s right: I never have sex in public toilets. I can’t stand the idea of the germs, but I’m like a possessed woman right now and don’t even care about the germs in here.
Hooking a hand around his neck so I can pull his lips to mine, I say, “You inspire filthy things in me, Mr Kingsley.”
He growls something about loving my indecent ways, but he barely manages to get it out because I steal his ability to speak when I kiss him.
His hands are all over me a second later.
On my breasts, under my top, reaching under my skirt.
It’s like he wants to touch all of me at once.
We collide in a frenzied race to get him inside me.
Well, that’s what I’m racing towards. Jack, on the other hand, seems fixated on my breasts.
“Jack,” I say, pulling his face out of my cleavage. “I need your dick.”
“Baby,” he says, trying to slow me down. “Gimme a second.”
I’m so desperate for him to fuck me that I don’t want to give him that second, but I force myself to. I curve a leg around him and grind myself against his dick while kissing his neck. He can slow down, but I’m not. “There’s a vibe in my bag. You should get it out.”
“Why is there a vibe in your bag?”
I keep kissing his neck. He smells so damn good. “I always carry one.”
“Fucking hell,” he growls, reaching in my bag. “You are a dirty girl, Jessica Calvary.”
“Just hurry up already,” I demand, moving my lips to his. “I am so fucking ready for you.”
A second later, he has the vibe on my clit, and I let go of his lips and rest my head back against the toilet door as pleasure works its way through my entire body.
Jack dips his mouth to my neck and kisses his way down to my breasts while he works the vibe. After he sucks my nipple into his mouth, he says, “You wanna take over so I can fuck you?”
Fuck. Yes.
I take the vibe from him. I then wrap my legs around him when he lifts me, and I moan my approval when he finally thrusts inside me.