Jack X Sally Novels & Stories

"Won't he know what you have been doing when you go to bed? Won't he be able to tell from how your pussy feels?" Sally giggled, "How would he know the difference Jack? There hasn't been a day since we got married that he was the first man in me and that includes our wedding day. Should I just come back tomorrow or wait for you to call?" "Tomorrow sex-pot. Same time, same script."

Jack suddenly turned his gaze to Xane who was sipping on his coffee. "He's my friend. So if you would please-" she implored, desperately hoping that Jack and his partner would leave. It was already humiliating enough to meet her ex here and she did not want to involve Xane in this mess. "Not yet," Xane interrupted and earned a frown from Jack. He slowly stood up from his chair. Sasha's jaw dropped at the sight of him. Clara did not blame her though. He was one handsome man. He towered over all of them, even Jack.

Jack have a not so subtle cough, letting Jill know he was back in the room. "Jack!" Jill screeched. She stopped singing immediately. Her cheeks turned red. She was highly embarrassed. How long had Jack been inside the room? She turned the water off and reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and poked her head from behind the curtain. "Jack, how long have you been here?" Jill quizzed Jack. Jack smiled back at her, "Just long enough." Jill could die she was so embarrassed, "Can you give me a minute to get out and get dressed please?"

Damn, Jake knew that if Sally decided to not see him anymore or perhaps cheat on him, he would totally understand. After all, he was never there all the time. Jack met Sally in a pub overseas. At that time, he was invited to play what he was famous for, his jazz music. He was just starting to get better known on that field while he was working undercover as well. It was just convenient and the best cover-up when traveling. Sally at that was also a tourist, and one just one of his audience, who coincidentally a friend of the pub owner. She just graduated, and traveling was the first in her of her bucket list.

“But I think Austin is aware of that.” Jack grunted, and Sandra smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “This is the jackass you’ve been sleeping with?” Kayle hollered across the yard. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Uh, surprise?” Maggie said weakly and shrugged. “Surprise? Damn right it’s a fuckin’ surprise!” She stopped, towering over us, and placed her hands on her hips. She looked at Jack. “Why isn’t his whole body in plaster?” Jack shrugged. I was pretty sure everyone shrugged around Kayle. It was easier to do that than answer her and give her more ammunition to vomit words.

Hunter chuckled, leaning over toward his mates. He buried his fingers in Sally's hair, both hands holding her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She moaned happily against him, crawling from Celeste's lap and into his, straddling his body, arching against him. Celeste joined his laugh, shifting slightly to pull their chairs together. now Sally was bracketed between them, something that delighted their little mate beyond words. She squirmed as Celeste moved her hair, letting her lips trail down her neck.

The rapid hammering of my heart made me worry if Sally could hear it as well, as I followed her to Xavier's office in silence. Sally knocked on the door three times before we heard Xavier's permission to enter. "Good morning, Mr. Fajardo," she said respectfully. "Please have a seat, and remember what I said about calling me, Mr. Fajardo?" He asked with a big grin on his lips, staring directly at Sally as if ignoring my presence, which irritated me. "Right, sorry about that, Xavier," she replied nervously. This is the first time I've seen Sally act this way; she was always confident, but suddenly she seemed nervous.

"What did you do? She's completely different towards you compared to that day." "Curious?" "A little." After all, I always thought Jack was a very gentle person. I didn't expect him to make Sally become so restrained overnight. Jack smiled faintly. "I found evidence that she was involved in my mother's death." "What?" I was shocked. "After so many years, you could still find evidence?"

Jack sit in the lounge looking at the sea. His thoughts were very troubled. He kept watching his phone waiting for a very specific call. Occasionally he looks at his ring. He has been here a couple of days and he only received two calls from Jazz but he didn’t answer. “Here you go sir.” The waiter placed the glass of brandy beside him. “I didn’t order anything.” “It’s for the lady sitting at the bar, sir.” Jack turned to look at the woman. He instantly recognized her as a lady of the night. He clearly recalls that’s the way he met Carly King. The hair healthy, the gown expensive. Finally, he looked into her very expressive eyes. The invitation was clear.