Love To Hate You | 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 ❈

Thirty

Summer was the last good days I had with Jack.

I didn't know it yet, but the Fourth of July weekend was going to be the last time I saw him, maybe forever, and that I was going to be the reason for it.

Right now, though, I was waiting in the passenger seat of his truck, my legs on the dash and a book in my hands. Jack, Quinn and Luke were loading the last of the bags in the car before we headed to the lake house while I waited in the heat, a silky layer of sweat glistening off my legs. I silently thanked the heavens for wearing denim shorts today, but I was near ready to rip Jack's t-shirt off, which I'd stolen from his room this morning.

Jack and Quinn walked out of the house and down the porch, smiling and teasing each other about who even knew what. They tossed the last of the groceries in the ice box, both chatting about wake boarding on Michael's boat as soon as they got to the house this afternoon.

I was excited, this was my first summer spending it on the lake house with Jack and our friends, and I'd heard a lot already. Usually I spent summers at home, while my parents would go overseas, so this was a nice change.

Apparently, there were fireworks and day drinking and lots of boating.

Jack was about to walk back inside to grab his phone from the kitchen when we caught sight of me reading, noticed my legs glistening in the sun, and decided his girlfriend needed attention. He snuck up to me, snatching the book from my hands and holding it out of my reach.

"Jack!" I whined, gasping in surprise. "Give me back my book!"

"Beautiful Disaster," he read the title dramatically, flipping the book over to read the blurb in a teasing manner. "Travis Maddox is—hey!"

I snatched it back, shoving it under my legs so he couldn't get to it, and tease me for my reading choices. Jack laughed at himself, pulling my legs down so that he could stand between them, his hands coming to rest on my exposed thighs. He gripped at my skin, his fingers tracing patterns and forcing goosebumps to appear as he went.

I giggled involuntarily, wrapping my legs around his waist like it was second nature. He smirked, brining his lips down to meet my own as I felt my breath catch in the back of my throat. You would think after over a year of knowing Jack, having moments just like this one, that I'd be used to the way he made me feel by now.

He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, gently teasing me in a way that forced a tiny groan from my lips. His grin was ridiculous hot, telling me he knew what he was doing.

"Princess," he purred, pulling my body flush to his so that I could feel every amazing part of him, and I found myself silently hoping he'd take his shorts off and bang me right here in his car before we left.

"Jack," I breathed, brushing my nose to his. He lowered his chin, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and in turn, forcing me to tip my head back. His lips were on my collarbone in seconds, biting and sucking and kissing gently. "Oh, God, Jack."

"My baby's needy today," he growled, teasing me in the best kind of way.

"I want you," I cried, tugging on the ends of his hair playfully. He caught my lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping easily between my teeth and searching every part of my mouth. So, maybe it had been a little intense between us, ever since that night. It was like, as soon as I'd given Jack permission, he couldn't keep his hands off of me.

"Ugh, guys," Luke groaned, jumping in the back seat of the car with a frown. "Can you at least save the public sex for the lake house?"

I burned bright red, horrified that we'd be caught by Jack's younger brother. Jack glared at his baby bro, annoyed that he'd interrupted our moment.