14. The New Year's Eve Conquest: Part I

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The entire night, Jack had been trying to get into my pants. I probably got about a total of 3 hours' sleep until we had to wake up—which didn't matter, since we were already awake. That morning, I noticed that Jack was actually sleeping, so I ran into the bathroom to quickly take a shower. I just began washing my hair with the shampoo when I felt a slight breeze. I thought nothing of it and kept washing until suddenly the shower curtain opened and Jack stepped into the shower with me. My eyes just widened initially at naked Jack getting all wet in front of me. Then the shock just came in the form of a huge vocal gasp.

"Jack! What are you doing! My parents are gonna wake up soon!" I exclaimed in a whisper as loudly as I could to emphasize my point.

"Ange, I'm just conserving water. I don't know what you think I wanna do," he said playfully, wrapping an arm around me. I pulled away from him immediately.

"Oh bullshit! Jack, you have to leave the bathroom right away before they wake up!" I panicked. I had enough trouble convincing my parents to let Jack sleep in the same bed as me—there was NO way they could catch him in the shower with me.

"Alright, I'll leave. But you owe me big time when we get back to Detroit," he said.

"Okay, I owe you big time. I'll blow you off in a hot tub. What do you want from me?" I asked with a little lightness in my voice. I couldn't entirely be pissed at him—I mean, Jack was ripped and standing wet and naked in a shower with me. I smiled and grabbed him for a kiss before he got out.

"Ange? Are you in there?" my mom's voice echoed in the bathroom suddenly. My heart dropped into my stomach. I quickly shoved Jack down to the bottom of the bathtub so he was laying flat below me—needless to say that probably didn't help his horniness, having a royal view, if you know what I mean. It was my only option.

"Yeah, mom—I'm in here!" I exclaimed, sounding irritated that she would bother me in the shower.

"Okay, I wasn't sure if it was Jack, since he's not in your room. Do you know where he is? Dad wants to talk to him," my heart raced even faster.

"Um, I think he might be in the bathroom downstairs. If not, I'll find him for you when I get out of here,"

"Okay. Want some breakfast?" God, wouldn't she just hurry up and leave already?

"Sure—sounds good," I said quickly.

"What do you want?"

"Anything. Surprise me," I replied curtly. There was some silence so I assumed she closed the door. I peeked out of the curtain and saw she was gone.

"Oh my God, Jack," I whispered to him, trying to pull him to his feet. "Jack! Get up!"

"This is a fabulous view down here," he laughed and winked up at me.

"Jesus, Jack! Like you've never seen one before!" I angrily whispered, dragging him to his feet.

"Okay, since you're already wet, and I'm half way done, you might as well just stay in here until I'm done. I'll sneak out and go to my room and when my mom asks where you are, I'll say you just got into the shower, okay?"

"Sounds good," he smiled, and sat back down in the tub. I watched him for a moment, and shook my head as I continued to wash up.

When I finished, I got out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel, peeked my head out of the bathroom and ran for my room. Just as I got to my room and put on some underwear and clothes, my mom came in.

"Ange, have you found Jack yet?" she asked immediately.

"I just saw him go into the bathroom—I think he's showering,"

"Oh, okay," she replied, "breakfast will be ready soon,"

"Awesome," I replied with a smile. Finally, she left and I dried my hair, put on makeup and packed up my things. Jack waltzed into my room wearing just his towel low around his waist. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him.

"Don't do this to me, Jack," I said as he came closer to me.

"Do what?" He asked as he kissed me.

"That!" I exclaimed.

"Ange! Breakfast!" My mom called from downstairs.

"Breakfast!" I exclaimed, pulling away from him. "Come on, babe!" Jack just laughed as he watched me run out of the room. Oh, he was going to have his way with me, even if it took all day to get there.

All throughout breakfast, Jack kept kicking my feet and molesting my leg with his foot. I kept giving him death stares, but he'd just smirk and keep doing it.

The entire ride to the airport, Jack would try caressing me in the backseat with BOTH my parents in the front. I'd have to keep slapping his hands away from me. I was surprised my parents didn't notice. Thankfully, they were engaged in a conversation of their own.

When we got to the airport, we said our good-byes. I hugged and kissed my parents, and Jack shook their hands. So far, Jack had seemed to make a good enough impression—if only they had seen what was going on behind the scenes!

The whole plane ride, Jack kept asking if I'd like to join him for a brief meeting in the bathroom. I merely told him that there would be no way two people could fit in there and that there was no way I was having sex with him for the first time on a fucking airplane. He'd just laugh and keep asking me. All I could think of how I was gonna get him back once we got to Detroit. Two could play this game.