I nodded. “Yes, yours. I’m all yours.”
I closed my eyes when he kissed me, and finally did what I had wanted to do. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, and my legs tightly around his waist. And I kissed him back.
I moved my hips when I felt the hard length of him brushed against me, and he moaned in my mouth.
He broke away from the kiss and moved his lips down to my jaws, my collarbones.
Gently, he unwound my arms and placed them above me. “Don’t move your arms,” he said. “Not for any reason. Understand?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He smiled. And that smile was wicked enough to let me know he was going to try his damndest to get me to move my arms.
He resumed kissing my skin, adding a bite of his teeth here, the swipe of his tongue there, just enough to drive me crazy.
When he got to my breasts, he paused before he covered an aching tip with his mouth while his hand played with the other one. My hips buckled from the sensation, and then it was my turn to moan out his name.
I broke the rule when I moved my hands to run through the soft strand of his hair. When he bit me, I pulled at them.
His eyes met mine as he continued to torture me with his mouth. They glowed in amusement. Obviously, he wasn’t mad that I hadn’t followed direction, though he had only himself to blame.
He let go of me with a pop of his lips, and the image nearly had me come undone.
He winked, trailing kisses all over my skin, burning them, loving them, as he headed south. He licked bellybutton when he got to it, and my head rolled back at the sensation he caused.
I hadn’t realized my bellybutton could be an erogenous zone. But I got the feeling where Jackson was concerned, every part of my body was an erogenous zone.
When he spread my thighs to fit them outside his shoulder, I braced myself on my forearms and looked at him.
And when he moved lower down, I froze. He wouldn’t.
“Jackson?”
He looked up at me. “What?”
“What are you doing?”’
He frowned. “You don’t know?”
“I know. Should you really do that?” My cheeks heated just thinking about it.
He looked over my face. “Don’t tell me you’ve never…” He shook his head. “Of course not. I’m going to make you feel good, baby.”
I made a face, and he smiled reassuringly. “It will,” he confirmed with a nod.
“I don’t know…”
“Trust me?” I nodded. “Let me do this for you. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I hesitated for a second before I said, “Okay.” I believed him.
He pushed my legs further apart, to fit his large size in between them until I was exposed to his gaze in a way I had never been before. Add to the fact that he was mere inches away from me, so close I could feel his hot breath on the one place I never thought I should feel, and I suddenly found myself growing aroused. I wasn’t sure how I could, but the longer he looked at me, the harder it was not to beg him.
He moved his head to the side and kissed the inside of my thigh. I clenched between my legs, and I was sure he could see.
It was as mortifying as it was a turn on.
“Jackson,” I said, this time in pleasure when he placed another kiss there, his stubbles doing weird things to me. Weird, pleasurable things to me. He kept kissing my inner thighs, moving in closer to the one place I wasn’t sure I wanted him there or not.
But I wasn’t going to stop him.
I inhaled deeply when he placed another kiss, and another, and another…
“Oh!”
I nearly jump off the bed, but Jackson held me down, and then his kiss grew bolder, and it wasn’t just a kiss anymore, it was biting, and licking… and sucking…
“Oh, God. Jackson!”
Why was I trying to get away before?
I couldn’t think of the reason then, not when I wanted him closer, I wanted him rougher.
I tilted my hips to meet his lips. “Don’t stop, Jackson. Please.”
He blew against the wet skin there. “I won’t.”
And he kissed me again, and he did something with his tongue that I was sure ought to be illegal, because… because… because…
There were no words left.
He then moved up and suckled on that pleasure point, the one that got me off the last time he touched it, and I came shouting out his name.
I was breathing hard, too hard to not have done anything but laid there while he pleasured me.
Jackson placed one last lingering kiss between my legs, and I clenched, my flesh still too sensitive.
He crawled up my body until his face came into view, and he was smiling, a satisfied, male smile.
“That was amazing,” I told him.
“You haven’t seen amazing yet,” he said, and then he kissed me, and I tasted something else that didn’t belong to Jackson.
I pulled away and stared at his lips, riveted, before I touched my own lips.
I licked them, and his eyes darkened. “Do you like the taste of you on me?”
I nodded, my eyes going back to his mouth. They were shiny, and I wasn’t sure if that was from him or me.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, the ached between my legs was back, which only intensified at the thought of seeing him. Seeing all of him.
He maneuvered our bodies around until I was on top of him. Then he pulled me down for a searing kiss, before saying, “I am yours to do with as you wish.”
I sat up and straddled him, taking in his impressive chest, running my fingers gently around it, tracing one hard nipple in circles before I moved on to the other one. I should have been self-conscious, sitting on top of him naked, with his eyes intently on me, but I wasn’t. And that wasn’t something I could have said with Ethan.
Though we fooled around, I had never felt desire toward him. At least, not the kind I felt with Jackson. Maybe that was why we never went all the way. Maybe that was why the most Ethan had ever seen me was with my shirt off.
I was glad I save most of these experiences for Jackson. Because he took care of me in a way Ethan never had, in a way Ethan wasn’t capable of doing.
“I love you,” I told Jackson, moving down to his pants.
I sat on one side of his body and tugged it down. Jackson helped me removed the rest.
My heart pounded something fierce as I took in all that was revealed to me, inch by inch, from the patch of hair surrounding his navel, going down to the sight of him.
I couldn’t look away.
He was beautiful and huge.
He was much bigger than Ethan, and the sight was sure to intimidate me.
Tentatively, I wrapped my hand around him. He was hard, but the skin around it was so, so soft.
Jackson groaned. “Baby. Please move your hand.”
I moved them. “Like this?”
“Harder, Emily. Squeeze a little harder.”
I did, and he rolled his head back, letting out a sound at the back of his throat that was incredibly sexy. Wanting to hear it again, I squeezed him and moved my hand up and down again.
He made the sound again.
Growing confident, I kept it up, until he swelled. He covered his eyes with his hands, his hips moving slightly toward me, and then he fell over the edge.
With a shout of my name, he came, making a beautiful mess all over the bed, and all over us. I stare at him, at the face he made when he lost all of his control to me.
And I didn’t want to forget a single moment.
When he finished, he opened his eyes and without another word pulled me down until I laid on top of him.
“Was that okay?” I asked him.
“Sweetheart, you nearly killed me.” He wrapped his arms around me, his hand splayed at my lower back, and he smiled, making me feel confident, making me feel beautiful.
“We can do that again, right?”
He groaned. “Yes. We can do that wheneve
r you want.”
“Good.” I smiled, satisfied. Because after all that, I would probably kill him if he holds back on me again.
I couldn’t imagine not having this in our relationship.
I buried my face in his chest, letting him hold onto me as if I was his lifeline, let him love me like no one had ever loved me before, feeling as if the world was that much smaller and that it just didn’t matter at the moment.
20
Past: Emily
What is that you want to talk to me about?” Jackson asked in the darkness of the bedroom. We’ve been laying there for who knows how long, neither one of us quite ready for sleep.
Jackson was lying on the center of the bed, and I was on top of him, my head on his naked chest as I drew random shapes on his skin.
“Your fight with Jude is tomorrow night.”
He tightened his arms around me. “No, Emily.”
“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.”
“You want to come to the fight. The answer is no.”
I looked up and met his eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust the crowd. Because everyone already knows about you, and they will do anything to get to me.”
“What? You think someone will hurt me?” I shook my head. That was ridiculous. I told him as much.
“It isn’t ridiculous. I know these people, and having you there means I won’t be able to focus on anything but keeping you safe.”
“Aiden will be there. He’ll keep me safe.”
“No. Aiden will be too busy running the betting ring to watch you.”
“I don’t need to be watched,” I said, getting more and more frustrated the more we talked. “I’m not a baby.”
“Sweetheart, I know that.”
“No, you don’t. Or else you wouldn’t try to tell me what I can and cannot do.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do.” I looked at him. “I’m really not. I’m trying to protect you. How can I do that when I’ll be busy beating the shit out of Jude?”
“Grant will come with me, too. You know he’ll take care of me. I’ll be fine,” I argued. But it didn’t look like he was budging. And that just pissed me off.
But what angered me the most about this situation was how I came to him, as if I was asking for permission. I wasn’t.
But it still hurt that he would tell me no.
I looked away from him and refused to meet his eyes. With a sigh, he cupped my cheeks until I look at him again.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said softly, wiping away my tears.
“I’m tired, Jackson.”
I moved off the bed and looked around for something to wear to sleep, settling on his t-shirt I found folded neatly in the walk-in closet. I wouldn’t meet his eyes on my way to the bathroom, though I felt his on me.
I stayed in there longer than necessary. I wasn’t brave enough to face Jackson, especially when I was feeling so emotional.
When I got out, the lights were still on, and Jackson was sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for me. He had put his boxer briefs back on, and nothing else, his hair a mess, probably from having run his fingers through them.
His eyes tracked my movements, from the door to the light switch, and even when the room was bathed in darkness, with nothing more than the soft light the moon provided, I could feel the heat of his eyes on me.
“Good night,” I said curtly, climbing into my side of the bed, facing away from him.
He didn’t move for a moment.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I wasn’t going to turn around to check.
“Good night, sweetheart,” he said softly after a while, bending down and kissing my cheek. Then he laid down as close to me as possible and wrapped his arms around my waist, his hand covering my abdomen. He buried his face in my hair. “I’m sorry your hurt. I love you.”
I didn’t respond. But I didn’t move away either. I wasn’t sure what I should do when we fight, especially when I wanted so much to just give in to him.
I closed my eyes and willed the night to be over. It was a while before I actually fell into a restless slumber.
The next morning, neither of us looked like we slept much.
Breakfast was silent and awkward. It consisted of me ignoring Jackson, and him looking over at me every chance he got, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t.
When we walked out the house and to his car, Jackson still did his little weird ritual thing, where he’d buckled me in, except I was avoiding his eyes, knowing if I met them, I would cave.
He played with the ends of my hair. “Are you going to ignore me all morning?”
I shrugged.
I heard him sigh before he got up and walked to the driver’s side and we took off. But Jackson was nothing if not persistent.
He. Talked. The. Whole. Way. To. School.
And about the most random things.
I wasn’t sure if I should be amused or angry, because the longer he talked, the harder it became for me to remember why I was ignoring him in the first place.
And he drove with one hand.
The other, he had wrapped around mine, and placed firmly and gently on his lap, so that there was no way I could escape.
I didn’t even try.
When we got to school, he quickly shut off the engine and walked to my side, opening the door.
I ignored his outstretched hand and walked purposely in front of him.
Not that it mattered. His long legs made it easy for him to catch up to me, but he was smart not to try and wrap me in his arms.
When we got to my locker, I found Grant sitting in front of it, his back leaned against the door, a book on his lap.
“Hey,” I said.
He smiled and stood up. But his smile quickly faded when he took in my face. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head and shrugged. Grant looked past me to Jackson. “You guys are fighting,” he stated.
“Why do you say that?”
Grant laughed. “Because you look mad and Jackson looks like someone kicked his dog. Actually, he looks more like the kicked dog.”
I frowned and turned around, meeting Jackson’s eyes. He made a move toward me, but I quickly looked away before he could say anything. And that was when my eyes connected with Beth.
And normally, I would have looked away, but this time, I didn’t. I met her stare heads on, unblinking.
Grant saw where my attention was at. “Ignore her,” he said. “You have Jackson. You already won. She’s just petty and jealous.”
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if she really wanted Jackson that much, especially when she was still with Jude.
Beth pushed against the wall, and walked over to us. Grant and I shared a look. We were probably thinking the same thing.
Trouble. Here comes trouble.
She never approached me before in such a crowded hallway, and especially never when Jackson was around. Beth liked to play dirty, and she liked to be sneaky about it.
But when she was only three feet away from me, Jackson got between us, his posture tensed. I couldn’t exactly see his face, as his back was to me, but the look on Beth’s face was enough to let me know Jackson was seething, and he made no effort to hide it.
I wasn’t surprised, not with what he knew. I only hoped he would be careful with his words because if Grant found out that Beth had gotten physical with me, he would lose it.
I grabbed ahold of Grant’s hand, who didn’t look as worried as me.
“Leave. Right now, Beth. Just walk away. And don’t ever come near Emily again.” I looked to his hand and found them clenched in a tight fist. I wanted to go to him, only I didn’t know how.
“Really, Jackson? You’re defending her? Come on, we both know you had your fun, but why don’t you come back to me and I’ll show you what it means to be with a real woman. Someone who knows exactly what she’s doing. I’ll make you forget her name.” She smiled, a cocky smile
, as her eyes found mine. “I’ll make you forget your own name.”
I blanched, the breakfast I had trying to claw its way up of my stomach.
He shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ll never be able to compete.”
Beth shook her head. “Bullshit. She’s not like us. She’ll never be like us. You used to rule this school with an iron fist. You’re going to give it up for some whore?”
Jackson laughed. A loud, cynical kind of laugh that got the attention of everyone in the hallway.
“You’re right. She’s not like us. She’s better. You think I’m out of her league?” He shook his head in disbelief. “She’s out of my league, and I still don’t know what I did to ever deserve her. To have her talk to me… to have her love me.”
He turned his whole body away from Beth and walked to me. Grant let go of my hand and stood back, leaving me standing there alone, defenseless against Jackson. Only, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be fighting him anymore.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said. “But I sure as hell am going to do everything I can in my power to keep you.”
And then he kissed me. Kissed me like how he usually did when we were alone. Only we weren’t alone, we were in a crowded hallway, with all eyes on us.
And I didn’t even care anymore.
I grabbed a fistful of Jackson shirt and kept him close to me.
“Okay,” I whispered against his lips.
“Okay?”
“I forgive you for last night.”
He shook with laughter silently beside me, before he wrapped me in his arms and we faced Beth together. She was looking at us with clear disbelief in her eyes, but before she could say any more, Aiden got in between us.
He didn’t say anything, just stared her down.
The silence in the hallway was deafening, and finally, after a tense moment or two, she pivoted around and walked away. The rest of the students, seeing that there wasn’t going to be any more entertainment, went back to what they were doing before.
Aiden turned toward us, his eyes softening when he took in Jackson’s arms around me. “I see you have already forgiven him. When you both didn’t show up at school yesterday, I thought for sure Jackson had finally cracked and kidnapped you.”
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