Evie kissed him back hungrily, and he had to bite back a groan as her hands stroked down his chest until she reached his belt. She fumbled a bit unfastening it but with that task done, she continued on her quest. She freed the button and the zipper rasped loudly as she tugged it down. When her cool, soft hand closed around his cock it was all he could do not to come immediately. “Fuck, Evie! You’re killing me!”
She smiled down at him, “You look pretty healthy to me.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes, “You want to play dirty, huh?” Before she could even ask what he meant, he tugged her closer and slid his cock along the wet slit of her cunt, the ridged head stroking over her clit. She pushed up onto her knees, placed one hand on his shoulder and with other hand she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it into her. Jackson groaned as she sank down onto him, his cock easing into the welcoming heat of her body.
“Jackson!” she cried out, as he surged into her.
“Ride me,” he said.
Evie flexed her hips, setting an easy pace. Each thrust of her hips was slow and measured, grinding against him, ratcheting the pleasure to new heights. He dug his fingers into her hips, guiding her as she moved on him, over him. He couldn’t resist the lush bounty of her breasts and buried his face between them. Turning his head, he captured her nipple between his lips, suckling the taut bud as he thrust inside her.
The feel of his hot mouth at her breast and his cock filling her was too much. The now familiar tension stole through her body and Evie knew she was on the brink. He thrust again and his teeth scraped the pebbled bud of her nipple and she was lost. Her body shattered, her climax rippling through her, wave after wave. She was dimly aware of his hands tightening on her hips, his body grinding against hers, and then she felt him shudder beneath her. The rush of hot liquid inside her triggered another wave of pleasure for her.
Gasping for breath, Evie collapsed against him, her head resting on his shoulder. His arms closed around her holding her even closer. The soft brush of his lips against her temple made her smile. She had known that sex with Jackson would be amazing. There was no denying that he was the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on. She hadn’t expected that he would also be sweet and tender. Snuggled against his chest, his lips brushing her hair, he’d made all of her worries go away, at least for the moment. It was something she could get used to, and that thought frightened her more than anything.
Chapter Six
That evening, Evie and Jackson met Reed for dinner at a local diner called the BBQ Barn. It wasn’t fancy, but the smell of barbecue as they walked in was divine. Evie tried to recall a time in her relationship with Trevor when she’d been able to enjoy food in his presence. She realized she never had. Every time they’d gone out to dinner or to a party, everything she had eaten had been scrutinized and often criticized. Of course, she reminded herself, it wasn’t as if she and Jackson were in a real relationship. It was just sex, she told herself firmly. Thinking it would be more than that was a one way ticket to disaster.
They joined Reed at his table. He’d already ordered an assortment of barbecued meats and sides, all of which would be served family style. The restaurant was a dieter’s nightmare. Everything smelled divine and Evie cringed as she considered the calorie count.
“So, what’s so important that you had to meet with me after hours?” Reed asked. “And by the way, you’re buying.”
“I always buy, you cheap bastard,” Jackson responded amiably, dishing food onto his plate. He noted the small amount of Evie’s plate and with a frown added more to hers. When she protested, he raised an eyebrow at her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Don’t make me have to spank you in public.”
“You wouldn’t,” she protested.
“Try me.”
“Hello? Remember me?” Reed said. “I’m the lawyer who will begin billing you by the hour if you don’t stop acting like lovesick teenagers in my presence. It’s disgusting and I’m frankly jealous as hell.”
“Ass,” Jackson retorted.
“Boys, please!” she intervened. Both Jackson and Reed grinned at her like naughty school boys. “Reed, we’re here for a very serious reason.”
“Please tell me you’re going to sue Trevor for breach of promise and emotional damages.”
“No. I think Trevor may be in hot water with people other than me. I think he’s been using a savings account in my name to launder money…and he forged my name on a loan application which he was using for his business,” Evie explained. She quickly detailed the loan process and the fact that Lisa had witnessed all the documents, as well as the fact that Lisa had handled most of the bank transactions when money was deposited and withdrawn from the account.
“It’s a process called smurfing,” Reed explained. “Whoever he’s laundering money for will give him larger amounts, which he will break up into smaller increments and deposit into your account, usually less than ten thousand at a time, because he doesn’t want it flagged by the IRS. The loan, that’s a little trickier…What do you think, Jackson?”
“From what Evie said, he’s been making a lot of trips to and from Biloxi which can only mean gambling, and Trevor and gambling have never mixed well.”
Reed nodded. “Okay, I’ll make some calls and see what I can find out. First thing to do is go to the bank and close all of your counts. Next thing, you have to file charges against him for identity theft and fraud. That’s the only way to protect yourself legally and financially. I’ll get the ball rolling on that in the morning.”
They finished their meal and Evie went to the restroom, leaving Reed and Jackson alone at the table. Reed wasted no time in pinning Jackson with the hard questions, “What the hell are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
Reed shook his head. “You’ve been in love with her since we were kids, man. You can deny it all you want to, but I know! I was there. She’s rebounding from Trevor and from being literally left at the altar!”
Jackson scrubbed a hand over his face. “I wasn’t really thinking. It just sort of happened and no, I’m not going to tell you what happened. You know me better than that. So, I’m just going to let it play out and see what happens.”
“It’s your call man. But when you’re crying in your beer a month from now, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
They stopped talking abruptly as Evie returned to the table. Reed stood, “I’ll have some papers for you to sign by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll come by the museum.”
Evie smiled at him, “Thank you, Reed. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all this.”
He shrugged. “Don’t mention it. I should tell you that this is icing on the cake for me. I’ve hated Trevor’s guts since kindergarten.”
Evie’s expression was baleful as she responded. “Why didn’t someone warn me about him?”
“Because you’re stubborn and it would have just made you dig your heels in,” Jackson said. He tossed several bills on the table and then took Evie’s hand.
As they walked out, Evie could feel the stares of the other diners on them. She knew that there were people wondering why he was with her, there were also people wondering if perhaps Jackson was the reason Trevor had left her at the altar. She also knew that every time she stepped into public with Jackson, people were reporting it back to her mother. It was worth it, she decided. Whatever anyone said, she couldn’t remember being happier.
After helping her into the truck, Jackson slid behind the wheel. Noting her curious expression, he asked, “What are you thinking?”
She smiled at him, and leaned over to press her lips to his, “That things have a funny way of working themselves out.”
“Are they working out for you to spend the night at my place?”
“I need clothes… Everything is at my apartment. Why don’t you spend the night with me? Assuming you don’t mind the boxes.”
“Is there a bed?” When she nodded, he said, “That’s all I need.”
Fifteen mi
nutes later, they were walking into Evie’s apartment. While she went to shower, Jackson stripped down to his jeans and began to explore the small space. The off white walls and beige carpet weren’t exactly a decorator’s dream. Evie’s antique furniture and brightly upholstered couch looked out of place in the drab apartment. Heading back into the bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the shower running. He wanted to join her, but then she was probably shaving her legs and doing all of those things that women pretended they didn’t have to do. Smiling, at the thought, he allowed his curiosity to get the better of him and opened the drawer to the tiny, painted nightstand. While his own contained a stash of condoms and the latest issue of Playboy, Evie’s was a treasure trove of feminine touches. A pair of earrings that she’d forgotten to remove before bed rested atop an embossed leather journal. A bottle of expensive and sweet smelling lotion was also in there. He sniffed the lotion, recognizing Evie’s favorite scent.
At the back of the drawer was a little wooden box. Unable to resist the mystery, Jackson opened it and a wolfish smile spread across his face. Nestled inside the box was a small, silver vibrator. He heard the shower turn off, and quickly replaced the box, cupping the toy in his palm. With his most innocent expression, he waited for Evie to come out of the bathroom. He was not disappointed when he saw her. Her hair had been brushed out into loose waves, and she wore a black silk robe that only reached to her mid thighs, leaving the long expanse of her legs bare. It parted to reveal a tiny swatch of lace and made him wonder what delights were concealed beneath it.
“So where is it?” he asked.
“Where’s what?” she replied, walking around the bed. She made a great production of fluffing the many pillows there.
“Every single or dissatisfied woman’s best friend... I know you have a vibrator, Evie. I’ve yet to meet a woman who doesn’t.”
She blushed. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Reclining on the bed with his hands folded behind his head, he grinned. “You’ve got some monstrous vibrating cock hidden in your closet, don’t you? One look at it and I will feel like less of a man, right?”
She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Are you twelve? Where do these random questions come from?”
Raising up on his elbows, he looked at her, and at the deep V where her robe parted as she straightened the bed clothes. Her breasts swayed beneath the silk and lace with each movement and his cock pulsed behind his fly in response. “No...that would be entirely too tacky for you. I bet you have something small, quiet, discreet...ladylike but very effective.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened and her lips firmed with disapproval, “Jackson--”
“Show me,” he said. “Do you honestly think that I would be bothered by that? The truth is, the very idea of it turns me on.... I can just see you laying here in this bed, naked. Your creamy, white thighs spread apart and your beautiful, pink pussy just begging to be touched.”
“Fine. If you want to see it, then just fine,” she said and opened the night stand drawer. When she pulled out the small inlaid wooden box and opened, she stared at it in dismay for a second before, turning back to him. “You sneaky bastard.”
He chuckled, but didn’t allow her to walk away in a huff. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her down onto the bed until she sprawled atop him, widening the gaping split at the front of her robe. In addition to the black lace he’d seen before, he now knew that the rest of the garment was pink satin. “Is this what you were looking for?” he asked, opening his hand to reveal the small, egg shaped toy. Flipping her onto her back, he turned it on and rolled it delicately up the inside of her thigh, until she shivered in response.
“Jackson--”
“Don’t go getting shy on me now,” he said, tugging at the ties of her robe until it parted completely. The pink satin chemise was so thin it was practically transparent. He could easily see the darker shadows of her nipples beneath. They were perfectly framed by the black lace that edged the garment. “Open your legs for me.”
Evie wanted to be angry at him for snooping, but with the way he was looking at her, and the delicious weight of his body pressed against hers, it was impossible. Her whole body clenched in anticipation when he stroked her moist slit with the toy. She bit back a moan, as he made another pass, firmer and more insistent than the last. When he parted the damp folds of her sex, Evie expected him to simply place the vibrator on her clit the way she normally did. Instead, he turned it lengthwise and slipped it between the lips of her pussy. The soft hum of the tiny engine was more dispersed this way, the pleasure building at a steadier pace. But he wasn’t done. In a move that was totally unanticipated, he closed his hand over her mound, clamping the damp folds together and forcing the vibrator into more persistent contact with her clit. Evie screamed, her hips coming off the bed as she felt the pleasure begin to build inside her. Jackson leaned in and without releasing the pressure, begin to run his tongue gently over the seam of her cunt, lapping at the juices that had escaped. Then he moved lower, his tongue sliding along the cleft between the lush cheeks of her ass, then delving between them. She sobbed out his name as he began to lick that small, puckered opening, sliding his tongue in and out. Over and over again, he teased that tender flesh until she was writhing beneath him.
“Jackson!” Evie cried out. “Please, please...”
“Please what?” he asked, only pausing in the sensual torment.
“Please, just fuck me!” she begged, her fists clutching at the bedclothes as she strained against him.
Moving between her thighs, he nestled the hard ridge of his cock against her. He didn’t enter her, but rocked his hips against hers, his cock gliding along the slit of her pussy. She threw her head back, and one dusky nipple peaked from beneath the nightie she wore. Leaning forward, he closed his mouth over it and sucked it deeply. He bit her, closing his teeth gently over the hardened peak, then assuaging the stinging flesh with his tongue.
“Oh, god! Don’t make me beg, Jackson! You’re driving me crazy.”
He was driving himself crazy, as well. With a few deft twists of his fingers, he freed the button fly of his jeans. His cock was so hard it ached, and precome already leaked from the reddened tip. He hissed out a breath as she closed her hand around him and guided him to her entrance. He released his grip on the plump and swollen lips of her cunt, but kept the small vibrator pressed tightly against her clit. Allowing her to guide his cock, to take him deeply inside her, he gave himself up the sensation. The soft, velvety heat of her sheath clutching him was like heaven. When she brought her legs up, wrapping them tight around his waist and locking her ankles behind him, he bit back a curse. With another thrust of his hips he drove his cock completely inside her, balls deep, and the pleasure of it was mind numbing.
Evie sobbed his name, her hips moving in time with his. She met each thrust as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails scoring his back. Sliding her hands lower, she cupped the firm muscles of his ass as she rocked against him. With his cock filling her and the vibrator humming lightly on her clit, she was teetering on the edge. With a few driving thrusts, he sent her hurtling over. Evie felt the first rippling contractions of her orgasm. They began deep inside her, radiating outward as the intense pleasure coursed through her, leaving her weak, even as the felt the familiar warmth of him coming inside her.
It was hours later when they lay twined together on her bed, Jackson tickling her with a strand of her own hair, that she told him about the house. “I have an appointment to look at it tomorrow. It’s so perfect, Jackson... When I saw it, I just knew. Have you ever felt that way about something?”
He smiled, appreciating the irony of the question. The only thing he’d ever felt that way about in his life was the woman in his arms. “I have, actually. Do you want me to go with you?”
“You don’t feel weird about that? I mean, I know we’re not serious or anything, but that might make other people think we are.”
“We don�
�t give a damn what other people think. Remember?”
She smiled, “Of course. How silly of me to forget! Then yes, I would love for you to come with me. I know nothing about plumbing or construction. I have no idea how to tell if the house is going to cost a fortune to repair.”
He kissed her, “Sleep, Evie. If I’m going to play the he-man tomorrow, I need rest, woman!”
Evie laughed again, and snuggled against him. She’d never had fun in bed with Trevor, she realized. It had always been more of a chore than anything else, or at least it had become one when she realized it wasn’t going to get any better. Smiling at the thought, she drifted off to sleep with Jackson’t arms around her, grateful to finally know what all the fuss was about.
Chapter Seven
The following day Evie was sleepwalking through work. She and Jackson had gone to view the house that morning, and she’d coasted through lunch on a high from that. The house was even better in person than in pictures, and the major stuff like wiring and plumbing had been recently updated. There were small cosmetic changes to be made, like ditching dated wallpaper and painting kitchen cabinets, but those were easy fixes. Jackson had taken her to lunch afterward, and it was then that her bubble had been burst. He’d gotten a strange phone call and told her that he had to meet someone that evening. It had been very hush-hush and mysterious, which was a huge red flag. She couldn’t say anything even if it was another woman. It wasn’t like she had a claim on him.
Stifling a yawn, Evie signed off on the packages that had arrived and returned to her office to begin penning more of the handwritten thank you notes that would be sent out after the annual fundraiser. They were generic enough, but still added a classy touch to holding one’s hand out. As she turned down the hall toward her office, the face that greeted her there made her smile instantly vanish.
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