A Warranted Box Set

by Shannon Nemechek

  “Do you want me to leave?” Jackson asked as he moved closer to Annabelle’s bedside.

  “No!” she said, almost unsure. “I don’t know. No, don’t leave.” Annabelle visibly shook as Jackson came closer to her.

  “Are you sure Anna?” Jackson urged as he finally stopped just inches from her. “I can turn around right now and leave. If that’s what you want, my love.”

  “No, Jax. I have never wanted anyone more than I want you, Jackson Tolliver. From the moment our eyes met I knew we were destined to be together,” Annabelle admitted as she moved to the edge of the bed even closer to Jackson.

  Jackson’s cock jumped as Annabelle moved closer to him, the anticipation in his movements becoming quite clear to Annabelle.

  “Anna, baby. Move closer to the edge then lie back. Don’t make a sound and don’t move, okay?” he asked.

  “Okay,” she replied, and she could already feel her heartbeat in her toes and her pussy throbbing. The anticipation was starting to overwhelm her, but she knew at least from rumors that Jackson Tolliver could make a woman come with the warmth of his breath on their skin and she hoped that she would be able to feel that warmth between her thighs very soon.

  The room darkened more as Jackson settled himself at the edge of the huge bed, then in one swift movement he moved her squarely in front of him, her legs now draped over his shoulders. The light from the fireplace that burned in the living room illuminated the room enough that their shadows danced on the walls. Jackson had also made it a point to square themselves perfectly in front of the mirror.

  Handing Annabelle a pillow he said, “Baby, place this under your head so you can watch me as I show you how a real man makes a woman feel. Have you ever watched as a man licked your pussy?”

  Annabelle paused for a moment. “No Jax, but I have dreamed of this with you. I have fantasized many times the thought of having you make me come with your tongue, to make me yours, to be wrapped up in each other's arms, our bodies as one. I could have never dreamed it would be like this.”

  Jackson arched his back and tilted his head as if to say “get ready for a wild ride, baby” and disappeared between her legs. His tongue furiously swirled, lapping her folds and sucking on her clitoris. Annabelle moaned and squirmed as he feverishly bombarded her with every swipe of his tongue. As she grew closer to orgasm, his cock became even more engorged. He wasn’t done showing her how a real man should treat a woman, one who cared that she achieved orgasm. He wanted everything to be perfect, he paused and got up off the floor.

  “Stay right where you are, Anna, I will be right back,” he announced to her. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  “But…” She tried to appeal to Jackson.

  “Shhh. Just lay there and hush.”

  Chapter 8

  Jackson shuffled to the kitchen, the limp in his leg starting to visibly affect him; a shooting pain resonated down his leg but he stifled it because this wasn’t going to be about him. This was possibly the one and only chance he had to show Annabelle he was worth the wait, and they could finally be together. Grabbing a few items from the fridge, he returned to the bedroom. Annabelle noticed the limp but thought she shouldn’t bring it up. Jackson was in charge right now, and this excited her beyond words.

  “What are you hiding Jackson?” she questioned, but she knew he wouldn’t answer. He was in control.

  “You, Anna, need to close your eyes. This is my time. You are mine to play with, and you will do as I say,” he ordered.

  Annabelle felt her pussy explode with wetness at the prospect that she would be controlled. It exhilarated her. She had always been the one to be in charge, to be the initiator. Her mother had taught her that her climax didn’t matter, it was all about serving her man. Annabelle never believed it until Stanwick, but now she understood why she always had to be in control.

  “Is that okay, Anna? Will you let me take care of you? Let me make you come for me. Let me show you how a man takes care of the woman he loves.”

  Annabelle paused for a moment. “Did you say love, Jackson?”

  “Yes, baby, I said I love you. I have loved you from the moment I met you. The moment we kissed I knew I wanted you for the rest of my life,” Jackson replied. “Is that okay?”

  “Yes Jackson, yes, forever yes.” Annabelle sat up and reached out to him because she wanted to kiss him.

  “Not yet my love.” He pushed her back down to the bed and leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers. “Now my love, just like this.” He brushed her hair from her face. “I want to look into your eyes and really feel the softness of your lips and the feel of our bodies against each other, the warmth of your skin against mine, and to feel your body’s reaction as I make you mine.”

  Jackson pushed up on one arm, leaning back with the other grabbing something from the side table then, as he faced Annabelle, he began tracing down the length of her body. The coolness of the ice against her skin sent chills radiating throughout her body. She arched towards Jackson, aching to be closer but Jackson was in control, and he wanted her to relax and take in all the pleasures he would give her. Annabelle begged for Jackson; with every arch of her body toward his, her need built.

  Annabelle's voice hitched, and she began to moan as Jackson placed the ice inside her folds. She shivered as a chill moved throughout her body. Jackson raised up and squared his body again between her thighs. She heard a pop of what sounded like the cork of a wine bottle then a cold wetness down her folds and the warmth of Jackson’s talented tongue as he explored her. The mix of cold wine and hot breath was starting to send Annabelle into a head-spinning orgasm.

  Annabelle's body twitched, and her voice began a harsh, husky moan as her orgasm built. She begged for Jackson to enter her, but Jackson smiled as he slid Annabelle’s dildo inside her.

  “You like that baby?” Jackson asked, knowing she wanted his cock but she would have to wait a little longer. He hadn’t yet gotten her to the point of pure wanton pleasure, of mind-numbing sexual need. He just knew he didn’t want tonight to end and he would do everything he could to make the night last as long as possible. For Jackson, forever was what he wanted but he wasn’t sure about Annabelle. He had to make sure that tonight would show her how he felt.

  Annabelle answered Jackson with a moan. “Baby, I want you inside me so badly, please.”

  Her begging sent Jackson sliding up her body as he pulled the toy from inside her, kissing the length of her body. Her body was so soft, and her skin smelled of vanilla and coconut. The moonlight shone through the window, and it lit their bodies, projecting their silhouettes onto the wall in front of them. When Jackson entered Annabelle, she exploded, and Jackson did all he could to control himself. What kind of impression would he make if as soon as he entered her, he busted a nut? He slowed his pace, and with controlled movements he got Annabelle to orgasm. She was his first priority; it was her pleasure that would send him over the top.

  Annabelle felt her entire body tense, and her stomach swirled as the orgasm took over her body. She tightened her grasp around Jackson, moaning and begging him to come inside her. Jackson could no longer control his orgasm as it overtook his mind and body as he let out a grunt and a moan as he captured her mouth and swirled his tongue meeting hers. His orgasm was so intense it shook him to his core; it had been months since he had been with a woman. With Annabelle, he threw caution to the wind, and he filled her as his climax continued for what felt like forever. Jackson collapsed onto Annabelle, and they lay wrapped in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

  The snow continued to fall as the two slept and the time seemed to slip away. When Annabelle’s phone rang it woke them both, and she scrambled to find her cell, almost falling off the bed. Jackson caught her as she was just about to fall.

  “Whoa, there baby. It's not important enough to hurt yourself over. You have caller ID, just call them back if they hang up,” Jackson said, helping Annabelle to her feet.

  “It's gotta be Stephanie. I am already
late; I was supposed to be at the club an hour ago.” Grabbing one of the blankets from the floor, she wrapped it around herself.

  “We're here alone, Anna, you don’t need to hide that beautiful body of yours. Besides, I don’t think you or I will be going anywhere for at least a day, maybe more. Look at the snow.” Annabelle opened the curtains to her room and watched as the snow fell and looked at the amount already piled high enough to reach the height of her bedroom window.

  She turned to Jackson and asked, “How high do you think the snow is outside?”

  Jackson peeked around Anna to get a clearer view of the snow, smiled and said, “A LOT high!” He bobbed and weaved as Anna grabbed the towel that lay on the bed and swung it towards Jackson’s head.

  “That’s not what I meant.” She smiled and continued swinging the towel through the air trying to land one anywhere on Jackson but was having no luck.

  Jackson laughed as he spun under the towel and grabbed Anna around the waist kissing her neck as he held her from behind. Noticing the full-length mirror that hung in front of them, he pulled the blanket from around Anna and lifted her chin, so they both looked at the figures staring back at them.

  “Anna,” he whispered in her ear, and placed one hand on her stomach and the other under her chin. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life and one day I want to look back into this mirror holding you this same way with our baby inside you. Would that be something you would like?” Jackson lightly kissed her neck as he waited for her response.

  “Jackson, if I could have one wish in this entire world it would be to be your wife and the mother of your children. From the moment I met you I fell madly, passionately in love with you. I know we have obstacles, but together we can overcome them. I love you Jackson Tolliver, and I want to be your wife.”

  Jackson smiled back at Annabelle, his eyes welled up, and he blinked trying to hide his tears. “Are you sure Anna? I am walking now, but I have so many surgeries ahead of me. The doctors want to take the leg; I am not sure I am ok with that. They say if they don’t I will continue to get infections and just takes one infection to kill me. But if they take the leg then I will have months of rehabilitation, restless nights of excruciating pain and we would have to wait on planning for a family until after I recover. I want you to know what you're getting into; I'll understand if you don’t want to deal with this. It’s a lot to take in.”

  Annabelle sat and took in all that Jackson had told her. Without hesitation, she replied, “Jackson, I have only wanted one thing this entire time, and that was to be with you no matter what. When I found out you had been injured, I wanted nothing more than to be by your side. When you told the nurses to send me away, it broke my heart. I have always only wanted you, and it doesn’t matter to me how I get you because no matter what, I will love you till the day I die. Does that answer your question?” Annabelle smiled and waited for Jackson’s response.

  “Yea, it does, baby, and I love you too. Looks like we are stuck with each other.”

  Annabelle paused for a moment, turning around to face Jackson and kissing him lightly on the cheek. “Yea. I think so, and I believe we are snowed in.”

  About the Author

  Shannon started her writing career while still serving in the US Army. As an NCO in the Army she lead and trained soldiers. Shannon grew up in Macomb, IL where she graduated from High School in 1987 and soon after joined the US Army. Shannon served from 1987 to 2015 during Operation Desert Storm and during Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan. In April 2015 Shannon retired from the US Army with 23 years of service as a Unit Supply Sergeant in several Army units overseas and the United States. She served as a US Army Recruiter for 4 years and she holds a degree in clinical psychology and has been awarded multiple awards during her Army service. She is a mother of 4 children and a grandma to 2 beautiful Grand-daughters. She has been married 24 years to her husband, Ken. They reside in Staunton, IL a small town along Old Route 66. Thank you for buying my book. I would love if you can review it on the site you purchased the book from.

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