Selena stirred slowly, her body heavy with the remnants of last night. Her limbs ached most satisfyingly, her skin still tingling with the memory of Jack's hands, his lips, and his heat. The sheets were soft against her bare skin, and for a few precious seconds, she didn't move, afraid that any shift would wake her from what had to be a dream.
But when she finally opened her eyes, it wasn't the ceiling she saw first. It was Jack.
He was already awake, propped on one elbow beside her, staring at her like she was something unreal. The morning light touched his face gently, turning his hazel eyes golden.
He smiled. "Good morning."
Selena blinked at him, disoriented, her throat dry. "You're… staring."
"Can you blame me?" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. "I never imagined this would actually happen. Not in real life, Sel."
She blinked again, still dazed. The weight of everything was slowly settling back in. Peter, the fight, the pain, but it was muffled by the warmth wrapped around her. Jack was here. Beside her. After all this time.
"Do you regret it?" she asked softly, watching him with careful eyes, "Last night?"
Jack's smile faded, replaced by something deeper, something honest, "No. Never," he said. "I've always liked you, Selena. Always. But I couldn't act on it, not when you were Peter's, and not when you were just my best friend's little sister. That boundary mattered."
His fingers moved gently down her arm.
"But last night… when I saw you like that… broken, brave, glowing, it felt like a lifetime chance. I took it. Because I needed you to know that not all men are like Peter."
Her chest tightened. At the sound of her husband's name, something cold and sharp stirred inside her. Anger. Numbness. A familiar ache. She looked away, her jaw tight.
"I don't want to talk about him," she muttered.
Jack didn't push. He simply nodded and leaned in to kiss her temple.
She shifted in the bed to sit up, pushing herself upright with a sigh. The sheet slipped off her chest, sliding down to her lap, and exposed her completely to him.
Jack's eyes dropped. He didn't even pretend to be subtle. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
"You're trying to kill me," he murmured, his voice husky with fresh hunger.
Before she could even reply, his hand came up to cup one of her breasts. His thumb brushed her teat, teasing it into a hard peak. She gasped at the sensation, and when his mouth replaced his hand, her gasp turned into a moan.
Jack's lips were warm and wet as they closed around her teat, sucking gently before his tongue flicked across it. Selena shivered, arching into him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She held him there, letting him taste her, letting herself feel.
He switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same care and slow hunger. Her thighs pressed together, heat blooming between them all over again, but he didn't take it further.
He pulled back after a few minutes, eyes gleaming. "Let's take this to the shower," he said, voice low.
The shower steamed around them within seconds. The warm cascade from the rainfall head soaked their skin, and Jack's hands were already on her hips as they stepped under it together.
Selena let out a soft sigh as the water rushed down her body. Jack moved behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, lips brushing over her wet shoulder.
"You're so gorgeous like this," he murmured into her ear. "All wet and soft and mine."
Her back pressed into his chest, and she could already feel the hard line of him against her lower back. His hands slid up to her breasts again, cupping and massaging them slowly under the spray.
Selena leaned her head back against him, lips parting.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Jack didn't need more than that.
One hand stayed on her breast while the other slid down her stomach, dipping between her thighs. His fingers parted her folds, finding her already slick despite the water. He circled her sensitive spot with slow, torturous precision, and her knees nearly gave out.
He turned her around, pressing her back against the glass wall of the shower. She gasped as he dropped to his knees again, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. The heat of his mouth was sinful against her core, and this time it was dirtier, hungrier. He licked and sucked, tongue flicking relentlessly, while his fingers slid inside her, curling just right.
Her cries echoed off the marble and glass. She grabbed the rail for balance, her other hand buried in his hair, guiding his rhythm.
"Jack—uhm—Jack—" she trembled.
She came hard, her entire body buckling, and he held her there through it, tongue never letting up until she was spent and shaking. When he stood, his mouth wet, not only from Selena's but from the shower, then she pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on him, breathless.
"Turn around," he said, voice deep and rough.
She obeyed like a little good girl.
Her hands braced against the glass as he lined himself up behind her. His fingers dug into her hips, and he entered her in one deep, hard thrust.
Selena cried out, the shock of it electric.
He moved fast, hard, his pelvis slapping against her with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, her body slamming against the slick glass, but she didn't care. All she could think about was how full she felt, how good he felt, how right this felt even though it shouldn't.
The sound of skin on skin, the running water, the moans, it was primal, loud, hot, everything.
Selena came again, hard and sharp, her walls clenching around him, and that pushed Jack over the edge. He groaned loudly, spilling inside her as he held her tight against him, riding out his release with a few last deep thrusts.
They stood there, dripping and breathless. They waited until their breathing calmed, bodies still humming from the intensity, before Jack reached for the soap and lathered it gently across Selena's skin. His touch was slow and almost reverent, like he was memorizing every curve, every dip. When it was her turn, Selena took the soap from his hands, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She started with his chest, her fingers moving in slow circles down his torso. But as she dropped to her knees in the warm water, her hand wrapped around his cock, still half-hard and heavy in her palm. She looked up at him, holding his gaze, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, sensual and teasing. Jack's breath hitched, and his hand braced against the tile wall behind her. She smiled, then continued soaping him, not lingering too long but enough to keep the air thick between them. Once rinsed, they stepped out of the shower, toweling off in silence, exchanging knowing glances as they dressed, two bodies still flushed with shared heat, tangled in something neither was ready to name.
Later, they sat in the hotel's breakfast lounge, sunlight spilling across the white tablecloth. Jack was sipping black coffee, shirt stretched over his shoulders. Selena wore his hoodie over her dress, hair damp and messy but glowing in the morning light.