Free Creating Merry Hell by Emma Wallace Page A

hell after that first night. She’d known even then what a threat he was to her and yet she’d never felt safer or more cherished in all her life.
    Leaning back on her elbows, Merry met his gaze. “Jack,” she panted, his name coming out shaky as her body trembled beneath him, needing the release that only he could give her.
    The look on her flushed face and the sound of his name on her lips was too much for him. Jack knew what she needed, gripping her hips, he shifted angles so his cock stroked higher. He gave it to her hard and fast, his pace relentless, unstoppable, as he ground into her. Desperation rode him. He was close, too close. Reaching between them, he slid his fingers between Merry’s lips to find her clit, flattening his hand he pressed and rubbed in firm circles. Merry rocked wildly as her orgasm took her. Jack followed her seconds later, his body clenched, stiffening as he exploded inside her, collapsing over her still trembling body. His hands covered hers, their fingers entwined as his lips mumbled sweet nothings against her damp throat.
    “Jack ? Jack. I need to get up. We have to talk.”
    Jack’s body tensed, Merry turned in his arms and he lifted her onto the counter, “Before you say anything else, I’ve got something I need to tell you. I would have told you sooner but you’re far too distracting for my own good.”
    Her face clasped between his hands, Jack gave her a lingering kiss. Reluctantly he let her go and pulled up his jeans but didn’t fasten them. Handing his shirt to Merry, he instantly regretted the gesture when she covered up those lush curves. Stepping between her thighs once more, he pulled her into his arms, her body soft and warm against him.
    “I’ve got something to tell you too.” Merry said, her voice sounding almost shy. “But you go first.”
    “Sure?”
    “Hmmm, then you need to promise to feed me. I’m famished.” Happy just to be in his arms, she squirmed closer.
    “It’s a deal, but you have to keep at peace. When you jiggle against me like that I tend to lose my concentration. What was I saying? Oh yeah, I went to see Rose the other day… I was going to tell you last night but things didn’t go exactly as planned…”
    “I’m know, I’m sorry—”
    Gently he placed a fingertip to her lips. “There was no spell,” he murmured.
    A frown puckered Merry’s brow as she pulled back to look at him. “Yes, there was.”
    He shook his head slowly. “Uh-uh, no spell.”
    “Yes, Jack. There was.”
    Jack couldn’t contain his chuckle, convinced she would fight him on just about anything given half the chance, “I’ve spoken to Rose, It was her way of matchmaking. Magic free.”
    “I don’t understand. You’re going to have to elaborate for me—all that incredible sex has left me a bit slow on the uptake,” she huffed, pouting prettily.
    “Incredible, huh?”
    Merry poked him sharply in the ribs. “You were saying?”
    “In a nutshell? I hate to say it but I was right.” Holding her chin, he kissed her gently on the mouth. “All this is just you and me.”
    Merry squirmed closer to him, nuzzling into him. “I’m glad.”
    “You are?”
    “Yeah. Can’t imagine what Grace will have to say though. I expect she’ll be paying Rose a visit in the very near future.”
    “I expect she’s used to her mother’s antics by now. I doubt this will come as too much of a surprise.”
    As for Merry, how could she be mad? She suspected that even without Rose’s none-too-gentle push she and Jack were on a collision course. She’d never stood a chance against him. She’d fallen for him, hard, and what’s more she was done fighting it. After only a week she couldn’t imagine her life without Jack in it. “I should be mad but for some reason I just can’t seem to work up the energy.”
    “That’ll be all that incredible sex.” Jack cupped her bottom in his hands and pulled her closer to the swelling in his jeans. Nuzzling her neck, he said,