His eyes fluttered open, “I will spank you for that... soon as I’m able.”
Evie laughed, but it turned into a sob. “I shouldn’t say it. I know it’s stupid and you’ll probably never want to see me again, but I love you.”
He smiled then. “I loved you first.”
Epilogue
The nights had given way to cooler, Fall-like temperatures and Evie was savoring the sensation of lying on the rug in front of her new fireplace. She had bought the house with her father’s help after getting the mess Trevor had created taken care of. Hearing Jackson’s footsteps in the hall, she smiled. Rolling to her side, she let her robe fall open, revealing the black lace nightie that she knew he would love. When he entered the living room and stopped dead in his tracks, she greeted him, “It’s about time you got home.”
“Coaching high school football is hard work,” he said, unzipping his jacket and tossing it onto the stack of boxes that still sat in the corner. His shirt followed, and then he was kicking off his shoes and sliding his jeans down his long legs.
“Well, your work is far from done, Jackson Cope. I suggest you get over here and earn your keep.” He crossed the room and joined her on the rug, but Evie quickly turned the tables on him. She rose up over him, straddling his lean hips. “The first rule,” she said, reaching for a length of satin ribbon that was lying beside the rug, “Is that a kept man must follow orders.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes at her. “What exactly are you planning, Evie?”
Evie leaned forward and grasped his wrists, looping the ribbon around them, “I am planning to teach a few lessons of my own.”
Jackson allowed her to loop the ribbon around his wrists. He even submitted to the big giant bow she tied the ribbon with, his only response was one raised eyebrow. “You’re the Martha Stewart of dominatrixes now?”
“I’m not as mean as Martha,” she said with a grin as she shrugged the robe off her shoulders, revealing creamy, white skin and black lace.
“Lord, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said.
Evie kissed him then, not taking his mouth, but pressing soft kisses to his jaw, his neck, tugging at his ear lobe with her teeth. All the while, she touched his chest, her hands skimming over the hair roughened skin, toying with the flat discs of his nipples. With his cock nestled in the juncture of her thighs, she could feel his response. His cock was so hard and every harsh breath and gutteral groan that escaped him was her reward. The ribbon merely gave her the illusion of control, she knew, but she was enjoying the fact that Jackson was willing to play along.
“Dammit, Evie!”
Evie slid further down his body, her mouth moving sensually over his stomach. She paused, her lips poised just inches from his cock. “I could always stop if you really wanted me to.”
“No...for the love of God, no,” he said, his breathing labored.
Evie laughed as she dipped lower, her lips gently brushing the glistening crown. She didn’t take him into her mouth, but skimmed her lips and tongue over every inch of his cock. She could feel the tension coiling in his body as the anticipation built. Slowly, she licked his cock, starting at the plum shaped head and working down his shaft, until she reached the tight spheres of his balls. With teasing licks, she drove him to the brink before taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Relaxing her jaw she worked her mouth over him, taking as much of him as she could. His thighs were straining with tension, his hips thrusting upward. Slowly, she began to move, feeling the glorious slide of his cock over her tongue as she withdrew, only to tighten her mouth and pull him in again.
“Christ, Evie! I can’t take it anymore!”
Evie relented, working her mouth back up to the tip of his cock before letting him go with one last lick that had him shuddering. “Then tell me what you want, Jackson.”
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
She moved over him, her hips straddling his and the wet slit of her pussy teasing the crown of his cock. “Oh, no... You don’t get off that easy. You have to tell me precisely what you want and you have to use the dirtiest words possible.”
Had he not been in agony, Jackson would have laughed at having his own lessons tossed back in his face. His voice was harsh with lust when he answered her, “I want to slide my cock inside your pussy. I want to feel how wet and tight you are for me. I want to feel every ripple of your cunt as you cum for me.”
Evie shuddered. “That’s not playing fair.”
“Bad boys don’t play fair,” he reminded her.
Evie grasped his cock in her hand and guided him inside her, her body clenching hotly around him. With a gentle, teasing undulation of her hips, she took him deeper and deeper until he was seated to the hilt. Without moving, she began to clench her pussy, massaging his cock with the rhythmic contractions of her sheath. Jackson’s breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
“Bad girls don’t play fair, either,” she said.
Jackson raised his bound hands, looping them behind her head and tugging her down to him for a ravishing kiss. He stroked his tongue boldly into her mouth as he thrust his hips forward, tunneling into her with reckless abandon. He moved his hands down over her back, cupping her ass, holding her to him as he drove into her again and again. He felt her shuddering against him and swallowed her cries as she came. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust into her welcoming heat one last time, his body shuddering as he came.
Afterwards, Evie lay draped over his chest, her head nestled against his shoulder. Both of them were too replete to move. But there were pressing matters to attend to, Jackson thought. “Are you planning to untie me sometime today?”
“Maybe...When I can move,” she replied with a satisfied smirk.
Jackson raised his arms and used his teeth to grasp the ribbon and untie the bow, before dropping it to the floor beside them. “We’ll hang on to that for later.” Evie protested when he turned them over so that she was flat on her back on the floor. “I would tell you not get your panties in a twist,” he said, “But you’ve given up wearing them.”
“You’re a bad influence,” she retorted.
Jackson rose and walked over to the stack of boxes, where he retrieved his jacket and carried it back with him. He dug in the pockets for a second before producing a small, black velvet box. “Well, seeing as how I’ve thoroughly corrupted you, the least I can do is marry you, right?”
Evie sat up and stared at the box in utter shock. When Jackson lifted the lid to reveal a large diamond in an antique setting, she felt tears burning her eyes. “You want to get married?”
“I want to get married to you,” he replied with emphasis. “You’re it for me, Evie. You always have been. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I can’t imagine ever wanting to be with anyone else.”
Evie threw herself into his arms and kissed him soundly. “Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes and yes! I love you. I’ll marry you tomorrow!”
He laughed as he slipped the ring on her finger, “What? No big wedding this time?”
Evie thought about it for second before answering, “Yes, actually. I do want a big wedding. One scandalous enough to make people forget all about the first one!”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Well, it could be.... If I were hugely pregnant when I walk down the aisle and maybe wearing a red dress?”
His heart skipped a beat. “Are you?”
“Maybe...It’s still too early to tell for certain, but I kinda think so.”
A year earlier, the very idea would have terrified him. But it was Evie, and with her everything was different. “Then by all means, let’s set the Gresham County gossips on their asses... I kind of like the idea of a little, black haired, hellion running around.”
Evie reached for the ribbon laying beside them, “Didn’t you say you had plans for this?”
Jackson took the ribbon from her and pressed her back against the floor. “I have plans for you.”
THE END<
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