I rolled over in bed for the hundredth time that night. I turned my pillow over to the cool side, but that wasn’t working either. Nothing was. I wanted Jack.
After dinner, I had felt a bit sorry for teasing him, but after seeing the passion burning in his eyes, I didn’t regret it. That lust that filled him was only a fraction of what I had felt from the first time he touched me. What started as something fun to cure my persistent boredom had evolved into something more profound. I was falling for him, and I felt as though my feet would never touch the ground again.
Before I realized it, my fingers had made their way between my legs, pressing through my cotton shorts. I wished it was Jack’s hands. I envisioned his lips against my neck, his muscular body on top of me, ravaging me.
My free hand tugged against my nipple, pulling an audible moan from my body. I thought back to the night I had surprised Jack in the bunkhouse. He had been so dominant, yet sensual. I slid my fingers past the cotton barrier and felt my wetness.
I let out another moan. This time I put my pillow in my mouth to muffle the sound. I’m close, but I knew this wasn’t going to satiate my hunger. I need Jack.
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