Scandalous 2 (Scandalous #2)(26)
Author: H.M. Ward

"You are so incredibly good at that."

Licking my lips, I say, "I want more." Jack beams at me, but shakes his head.

His hand dips between my legs as he talks to me. His rich voice is complimenting me, telling me how sexy and beautiful I am, but I can’t focus. The tight coil inside of me is on fire. I try so hard not to lose it as Jack’s hand touches me in just the right way. Pressing my eyes closed tight, I look away from his face. I clench, withholding the orgasm that wants to shoot through me.

Jack watches me, and dips his head to my breast. His warm breath flows over my skin, nearly undoing me. Jack’s smiling now. "Come for me, baby."

I shake my head. I want to come with him, but Jack has other plans. His lips find my nipple. My body rebels and I feel the slow throbbing building within me. Jack’s hand rocks with my h*ps and he slips another finger into me. I thrust harder against him, which makes his kisses grow more demanding. He takes my sensitive breast between his teeth and gently tugs the taut skin. My body responds and I cry out, slamming my h*ps into his hand. Jack thrusts his hand into me over and over again, until my movements slow, until the throbbing ebbs. I open my eyes and look up at him. I still feel his fingers inside me.

"Hello, lover," Jack says, his voice deep and sexy.

I smile at him. "I didn’t mean to – "

"Shhh, I wanted it this way." Jack moves his hand slowly, and starts rocking into me gently. Everything feels so sensitive. His fingers move gently inside me, pressing into me deeper and deeper. Jack’s eyes watch mine as he does it. I wonder what he sees. I wonder if he knows how much I love him, how much I want him.

His head dips to my breast again and Jack works me into another frenzy. I can’t believe how quickly he does it. I’m straining, pressing my h*ps against his hand and my breast against his mouth, but it doesn’t satisfy me this time. Instead, the need grows deeper and more carnal.

I can only focus on one thing. I reach for Jack and feel how hard he is in my hand. Jack moans as I slide my hand over his hard length, holding him tightly. His lips lift from my breast, freeing it. The warm breeze feels good against my skin. Jack watches me holding onto him. I move my hand over him, feeling how hard he is, wanting him inside of me.

Jack sees the darkness in my eyes and leans back. A smile forms on his mouth. Jack lays back in the sand and props himself up on one elbow to watch.

Heart pounding hard, I crawl toward him and take him into my mouth. I can’t resist. I take him in once, twice, and on the third time, I slip my mouth down his entire shaft. Jack’s eyes close when I do it, but he quickly forces them open. He watches me as I hold him there, sucking his length.

The moment arouses me so much. I feel the place between my legs throb, and I know I want him there. I pull away and move to climb onto him, but Jack stops me. He stands and leads me to the water. His blue eyes are filled with lust as he pulls me in with him. The water washes away the sand stuck to our legs as we go in deeper and deeper.

Jack stops when the water is up to my chest. He lifts me onto his hips. I wrap my legs around his back as he pushes into me. I gasp and lock my ankles around him. Jack holds me up, cupping my ass, gripping me hard. I tilt my h*ps to take him all the way in. He feels perfect. I’m so lost in the moment, so one with him that I lose myself. Jack moves with me, like we’re one. I no longer know where I end and Jack begins. We move together…

I lean my head back and stare up at the sky. I watch the stars flash as Jack pushes into me over and over again. When I can’t stand it anymore, I lock my legs around him as tightly as possible. Jack knows what I want and he gives it to me. Thrusting as hard and fast as he can, Jack pumps into me. His body slams against mine, making me divinely hot. Every inch of me tingles.

I release his shoulders and lay back on the ocean watching my br**sts bounce as Jack thrusts over and over again. I come fast and hard, squeezing my br**sts as I do it. Jack slams into me harder and harder as the pulsing begins. There’s no stopping him. This is his fantasy and I’m sharing it with him. He slams into me until he can’t hold back. Jack holds my h*ps hard, stilling my wiggling h*ps against him as he finds his release. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation, savoring Jack.

Breathlessly, I sit back up out of the water. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I ask, "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

"All that and more. What did you think?" My face grows hot. I don’t know how, but Jack notices. "Are you blushing?" He tickles me gently and I nod.

"I liked it, Jack, a lot." He holds me in his arms and kisses me hard.

The moment is burned into my memory in vivid detail and I loved every second of it.

Chapter 38-39

Chapter 38

JACK

When they get home, Abby seems much better. Jack told her that there would always be protesters, that there would always be people who disliked his work and everything he stood for. Abby understood, but she hadn’t realized that it would be an ongoing thing. Every time Jack’s name comes up, it sparks the whole thing to life and the cycle repeats itself, as it has for every show in the past. But now things are different. With Abby by his side, the words don’t cut as deep.

A few weeks pass and as Jack paints, Abby seems to spark back to life. That piece of her that she’d been hiding is emerging again and Jack can’t wait to see what happens. Abby will disappear for hours during the day, usually with Kate in tow. Jack has no idea what they are up to, and he doesn’t want to ask. Fragile things like hope need room to grow.

One Monday morning, Abby comes to Jack and takes his hand, pulling him toward the car. "There’s something that I want to show you."

Jack grins at her. "You mean the something that you and Kate have been working on? The something that I’m not supposed to know about?" His voice is light and teasing. He stops walking and takes her in his arms, smiling. The wind catches her hair and Jack tucks the fiery strands behind her ear. Abby deflates. Her eyes lower to the ground, to her shoes. It’s like all the excitement washed away. Jack could kick himself for saying it. Quickly, he adds, "I have no idea what you’re really doing, Mrs. Gray. I just like to pretend that I do." Lifting her chin, Abby eyes him, trying to tell if he’s being honest with her.

After a moment, she laughs. "You have to stop doing that to me. I spent the last few weeks setting everything up. I wanted it to be a surprise."

Jack tickles her lightly, just to see her smile again before taking her hand and following her to the car. When he gets into the passenger seat, he sees a blindfold on the dashboard. He lifts it and asks her, "Are you planning something kinky?"

Abby’s face flushes. She slaps his arm and starts the car. "Not this time. Now, put it on and stop messing with me. I’m really nervous about this. I’m afraid you won’t like it."

Jack looks at his wife. She has hope in her eyes again. He can see it. No matter what this is, he knows it’s important to her. "I’m sure I’ll love it." He ties the blindfold and the car lurches forward. Jack’s heart races a little bit as they drive. Abby is uncharacteristically quiet.

When the car stops, Abby comes around and takes his hands. She leads him from the car. Jack can feel gravel crunch under his feet and a cool breeze on his face. He can feel Abby’s breath on his neck. She must be standing on her tippy toes behind him.

Abby’s hands touch his shoulders gently. "I’ve been thinking about what to do next, Jack. The reason why I went to seminary in the first place was so that I could help people. I wanted to make a difference. I think I can make a difference here. I think that I can do something good. Just give it a second to sink in before you say anything." There’s a slight tremor in her voice, like she’s afraid of what he’ll think.

When Abby’s hands lift the blindfold from his eyes, Jack’s jaw drops. They are standing in the middle of a busted up parking lot with the remains of a dilapidated warehouse. The metal building is a dingy yellow with a broken windows. A portico is hanging haphazardly over the front entrance. It looks like it’s been abandoned for years. Weeds fill the parking lot, pushing their way through what’s left of the pavement. The building is probably condemnable.

Jack doesn’t understand. He can’t see what Abby has envisioned here. Taking her by the hands, her pulls her around in front of him. She looks so cute when she’s nervous. Abby sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and looks up at him with big green eyes. Jack says kindly, "You have to give me a little more information, beautiful. I have no idea what you see in this place. I just hope you don’t want to live here."

Abby laughs and smiles hard. "No, I don’t want to live here, but I do want it." She turns toward the building again and says, "It would be perfect. No one else wants it and it’s in a bad location for just about everything – "

"Except for what you want to do?" Jack asks.

Abby nods. She twists her hands together and stares at the building while she speaks. "I want to do something to help the poor. I decided that the best way to inspire others is to practice what I preach. This building is perfect. There’s still metal shelving inside. It’s not too big, and not too small. And there’s nothing else around. It’s like a little oasis." She sighs looking at it.

Jack still can’t see what she sees. He slips his hands around her waist and leans his chin on the back of her shoulder. "Tell me more. What would you do here?"

Staring straight ahead, Abby paints him a picture of her dreams. Abby smiles as she says it, her hands moving through the air as she points and explains. "It would be a place to get food, clothing, and blankets. In the fall, when schools start up, it’s hard to come up with money for sneakers, backpacks, and jeans – you know, the kind of stuff we had. I’d want to stock those kinds of things, along with non-perishables, coats and blankets for winter. There are a lot of kids that go without. It would be a donation station specifically aimed at helping impoverished families with children, so they can get the things they need. I don’t want to wait for someone else to do it anymore. I thought that if I expect people to do this kind of thing, that I should do it as well. There are so many kids that don’t have the basic necessities to excel. I want to give them that – I want to give them the chance to succeed." She presses her lips together and looks at the shack like it’s a mansion. Her vision is so clear, so full of heart. The way she stands there staring, makes his decision easy.

Jack says in her ear, "It sounds wonderful. Tell me more."

Abby takes a deep breath and goes into more detail about the warehouse and the daily activities of finding donors and families in need. She’s thought everything out. The road isn’t in a prime location, but she’s already found a means to deliver the goods to the families. She has donors lined up to help her get started. When Jack hears her speak, he knows the part of her that was broken is mending. She’s excited again – hopeful.

"This is what was missing," Jack says, but Abby doesn’t understand. She turns and looks up into his face. Taking her hands, he smiles. "This is the one thing that I couldn’t give you, the one thing that completes who you are as much as painting completes me. I’ve not seen you like this since we were kids, Abby. You have that sparkle in your eye again, that light that draws me in and makes me believe that one person can make a difference, because you make a difference. You started with me, and I know you’ll do so much more." He glances past her at the hellhole in front of him. "When you look at this place, you’re face lights up. It’s like you can already see it. I want this for you. Tell me who we need to talk to, Abby, and it’s done."