by Lisa Durkin
Rory looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled. There was a lot to think about. She couldn’t have children. Did that affect him? Did he want more children?
“Give it some thought. I know you need to.”
“I will,” she assured him.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The following morning Rory sat on the bed smoothing out her hosiery. She wasn’t hiding the fact that she was staring at Jackson’s body as he stood shirtless in front of his dresser, digging for an undershirt. She loved how the muscles in his back danced around as he moved. His black suit pants hung from his hips, showing all those hard contours that made her so hot. As he turned and chuckled at her for ogling, his cell phone rang.
“Dad?”
Rory’s ears perked up. Jackson had made it clear that he wasn’t very close to his father.
“How bad is it? I see.” Rory turned to him, concerned. This was probably about his mother.
She finished dressing while he got all the details. By the time he hung up, Rory knew he’d have to go back to Maine.
“How is she?”
“They admitted her early this morning. She was having numbness in her arms and her speech was affected. It’s probably the new medicine.”
She went to him and stood between his legs, wrapping her arms around him as he rested his cheek between her breasts.
“Oh baby, I’m sorry. Will you have to go back?” She felt her heart sink at the thought of him leaving.
“I don’t know. We’ll see how it goes. My dad will call me back after the doctors get some test results. We’ll know better then.” He nuzzled her breast and held her tightly. “But if I do, you’re coming with me.” He looked up and stared into her eyes. “No arguments, Rory Elizabeth. You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you here with all this shit going on around you.”
She mentally ran down her schedule for the week. She was pretty busy, but she would get some things done today.
“I see your wheels turning, little girl. Just forget about it. If I go, you go.”
His dominating words turned her on. She knew it was counter to feminism and all, but damn if it didn’t make her wet when he got all possessive.
“Yes sir,” she whispered huskily with a sly smile, grabbing his package. He pulled her down to him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he growled.
Jackson walked into the Health and Human Services meeting and stood in the back until he caught Rory’s eye. She excused herself and followed him out into the hallway. The Secret Service agent following her tried to look aloof.
“We have to go to Maine tonight. I need to be there tomorrow. I’m sorry. I need to talk to the doctors. My dad is too unreliable and the siblings are all out of town until this weekend.”
She laid her hand on his cheek. “Of course, Jackson. I can be ready to go whenever you are. I lined things up today just in case.”
He looked relieved and leaned in and kissed her. “Thank you, Rory. I need you with me.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you.” He beamed at her. She was opening up with much more ease, and it made him so happy.
“I’ve booked us onto a five-thirty flight. Let’s go home and pack.”
Rory looked back into the hearing room, biting her lip. “Shit, I can’t bail on Mary Jo. She needs my vote in this meeting.” She looked at her watch. “Can you go home and pack and come back for me? We’ll just head to the airport from here.”
“Sure, baby.”
“Just be sure and grab my makeup bag, a couple dresses, boots, underwear…”
“I’ll grab everything you need or I’ll buy it for you when we get to Portland, okay?”
She smiled and kissed him. “Okay. Should we tell Secretary Reynolds we’re leaving?”
“I already called him. They’ll see us off and then be in Maine in the morning. We’ll be on our own tonight, but we’ll be far from here.”
“I’m not worried. It’ll be good to get away from this crap.”
“I better get moving. I’ll be back in an hour.” He kissed her again and opened the door, seeing her back into her hearing before heading for the car.
Jackson raced through the bedroom, throwing clothes into his suitcase. He had an extra case open for Rory’s things. He went into the bathroom and grabbed her makeup bag, throwing in several of the hair clips she always used. He grabbed both their toothbrushes and looked around. He enjoyed sharing space with her. All her girly bottles of lotions and shower gels didn’t bother him a bit. He added those to her bag.
He stepped into the closet and took several of the more casual dresses hanging there. He didn’t think she’d need any of the business suits, sexy as she was in those. He grabbed several pairs of jeans, making sure to get his favorite ass-hugging pair with the holes in the knees. Sweaters, a couple blouses, he knew how to dress his woman. He should; he’d studied her body.
He grabbed her running shoes and her favorite yoga pants, and opened the drawer where she kept her underwear. God, it smelled good. He breathed in deeply.
He eyed the contents, wondering what the hell she needed. “Fuck it,” he muttered as he emptied the entire drawer into her suitcase. “That should do it.” He closed the suitcases and quickly carried them downstairs.
He could hear voices in the hallway. Thinking it might be more of the unwelcome paparazzi who had been camped out that morning, he looked through the peephole.
He eyed Shane Sutton unlocking Rory’s front door. He was talking to another man with a clipboard.
“Rory’s at work right now, but I can let you in. I know she’ll be excited that the new bed is finally here.”
He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said as the two of them moved inside the condo, but the man with the clipboard came out a couple minutes later. Jackson moved to his kitchen window and watched as he returned to the truck and directed two other men inside with the pieces of Rory’s new bed. He went back and forth. Once they had all the parts inside, Sutton closed the door. They stayed in there awhile. As the minutes ticked by, Jackson had to get a move on. He grabbed the bags and headed for the back parking lot and his BMW.
As he drove he replayed what he had seen. He hadn’t been aware that Sutton had been assigned to Rory’s condo or given a key. He hadn’t been assigned to much at all, from what Jackson could remember, just some passport traces and cell tower pulls. What the hell were they thinking putting him in that condo? He just didn’t seem to fit the agent profile. Something about him didn’t sit well. Not to mention the fact that he seemed enamored with Rory. That just fucking pissed him off. He made a mental note to discuss it with Marty Reynolds as he pulled into the underground parking.
Rory leaned her head on Jackson’s shoulder. It was dark and cozy in first class and they had a blanket spread across them both. They sipped champagne and held hands under the cover. She had turned sideways in her seat, her legs draped over him.
“Have you heard anything else from your dad?”
“Not since this afternoon.” He laid his head against the back of the seat and took another sip.
Rory could tell he was tense. She tried to lighten his spirits. “This is the best flight I’ve ever been on.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. Cuz I get to be under the covers with you.” She nuzzled his neck and took his earlobe between her teeth.
“Oh, how right you are, Congresswoman.” He turned and kissed her lips before leaning his head back again.
“It would be better if we weren’t worried about your mom.”
He turned his head and smiled. “Thanks for that, baby.”
“For what?”
“For the ‘we’ in that sentence.” She hugged him tightly and enjoyed his hand running up and down her back. They were both quiet, listening to the white noise of the plane’s engines.
“Oh, your bed was delivered today.”
“Nice,” she grunted acerbically. “Tagg and Manus can enjoy my brand new bed. I mig
ht have to burn everything if they ever leave.”
“Strangest thing. Sutton was there and let the delivery people in. I didn’t see Tagg or Manus.” She stiffened and he looked at her face. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She really didn’t want to discuss Shane.
“Does he give you the creeps? There’s something about him I don’t like.”
Good instincts. She took another sip of her champagne and wondered if she should tell him. Would she want to know if she were him? Who was she kidding? With Jackson it was a safe assumption that he had fucked any woman he introduced her to.
“Jackson,” she started and stopped.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
He turned farther toward her. “Tell me. I can tell it’s something. We won’t keep things from each other, ever.”
She looked at him and winced. “Okay.” Why was this so hard to say? It had nothing to do with him; happened ages before she met him.
“Remember I told you I had sex with one other since my husband?”
“Yeah.” He looked at her and she winced. She looked into his eyes and saw the anger set in as it dawned on him what she was saying.
“Sutton. That motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill him.” He grasped the armrest so hard she thought he’d rip it out. She felt every muscle in his body harden. She straightened, surprised by his reaction.
“Jackson, calm down. I didn’t even know you then. Why are you so angry?”
He set his glass in the holder and took deep breaths.
“Give me a minute, please,” he said, scrubbing his face and leaning forward on his knees, breathing quickly.
“Jackson, come on. I never would have thought it would matter to you. You’re surprising me.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered harshly. “But you’re mine, and it kills me to think of anyone else touching you.”
Rory laughed sharply before quickly clamping her hand over her mouth.
“I’m glad this is amusing to you.”
“I’m sorry, but listen to what you just said. I’ve known you for five weeks and have already met two women you’ve engaged in the multiple partner Olympics with at your kinky sex club. You’ve met one man, who is one-fourth of my partners.” She put her hand over her mouth again to hold back the laughter.
After a moment, his face started to quiver and break into a grin. They both cracked up. He hugged her as she laid her forehead against his shoulder, laughter slipping free.
“You’re right, baby. Of course you’re right. I’m sorry. I just get very possessive. I love you so much. It kills me to think of anyone else’s hands on you.” He touched her cheek and kissed her lips. “I’m sorry if I startled you.”
She laughed again. “You didn’t. It’s okay… In fact…” she whispered breathlessly in his ear. “It’s sexy as hell when you get all caveman crazy like that. Makes me so wet for you. My nipples are hard right now.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast, placing the blanket over them.
She bit his ear before seeking his hot mouth. He plunged his tongue inside her, leaning into her and gripping her breast in his hand. His other hand snuck around and trailed up the inside of her thigh, all the way to the crotch of her thong.
He whispered in her ear. “I’m so glad you didn’t change out of your skirt.” He dipped his tongue into her ear and she parted her legs for him. He moved her thong aside and felt her naked clit.
“Tell me what you want me to do. I like to hear you.”
She groaned as he massaged her clit. “I want you to put your fingers inside me.” He massaged up and down her sex, getting closer to where she wanted him. He ran his thumb back and forth over her clit.
Finally he impaled her with two fingers.
She keened quietly as his fingers fucked higher and harder inside her. “Oh God, Jackson, I want your cock so badly.” She heard his quick intake of breath and grasped his erection through his slacks, stroking his thick length.
He abruptly pulled back. “Meet me in the bathroom.”
She looked into his eyes and didn’t hesitate. “Right now.”
He quickly brought his hand up and stared into her eyes as he sucked her moisture from his fingers.
“Right now,” he repeated and rose to walk to the restroom.
Rory looked around the dark cabin. It was only half full. Nobody moved or made any noise that could be heard above the din of the plane. She waited another minute before walking quickly to the first-class bathroom. She knocked and Jackson opened the door. He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her inside.
He spun her around in the tight space, pressing her belly into the sink. Her eyes met his in the mirror.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his hot eyes boring holes into hers.
“Fuck me from behind,” she said, not looking away.
He moaned and pulled back, roughly yanking her skirt up and ripping her thong from her ass. He quickly undid his fly and Rory felt his huge cock head at her entrance. He looked into her eyes again.
“Let me hear what you want.”
“Put your cock in me now.”
She felt the hot head slide between her ass and her pussy, back and forth. Her breath caught as he ran it over her hole.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
She didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the sink and held on. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
His eyes flared and she bore down on the sink as he grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside her. She cried out as he pulled her back by the hair, his other hand going over her mouth. He thrust into her again while simultaneously yanking her back, driving his cock deeper inside. He stilled for a moment and looked at her in the mirror.
“I love fucking you,” he breathed. He tightened his hold on her hair and cupped her right breast tightly. “Do you like it?” he asked as he moved slowly into her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Do you like it hard or gentle? Tell me how you want my dick.”
“I want you hard,” she mewled.
Jackson breathed out and reared back, slamming into her hard. He didn’t stop as he jackhammered, his hips moving hard and fast. She let out a throaty grunt with each thrust.
“Do you like that, baby?” he demanded, his hips slapping her ass.
“Oh yes.” He released her breast and slid his hand down to her clit, pressing as he slammed into her over and over. The pressure on her clit and his hard thrusts finally threw her over the edge. He brought his hand up and covered her mouth as she cried out from the hard orgasm. She bit his hand and he stilled and jetted into her, breathing roughly as he came.
She looked into the mirror as they caught their breath, still connected. His still-hard cock slid slowly in and out of her.
“You are mine, Rory. All mine,” he declared.
“Yes, I am all yours, Jackson. All yours,” she promised. He stared into her eyes a moment longer before crossing his arms over her chest, kissing her shoulder and laying his head against hers.
Several minutes later they casually emerged from the bathroom and returned to their seats. They curled up tight under the blanket and sipped their champagne. Jackson reached into his pants pocket. He told Rory to hold out her hand, and gave her back her ripped underwear. Rory laughed hard.
Chapter Thirty
Rory woke to a bright Thursday morning in Jackson’s bed in Portland, Maine. With her eyes closed, she smiled at how much this bed felt just like the one in DC. He was such a creature of habit. She bet he had bought exactly the same one for both places. She opened her eyes and looked around the cavernous room. The shower shut off and she guessed that’s where Jackson was.
He had given her a quick tour when they arrived the night before. It had been so late, and Jackson so horny to fuck her in this house, they had gone straight to bed. She was looking forward to a better look at the place. It had surprised her how large it was. She stretched and sat up in bed, smirking to herself that s
he was sore in all the right places again.
Jackson emerged from the giant bathroom, a towel around his hips. “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“Good,” she replied, smiling. “Really good actually. I was out like a light. Must be all that good sex.”
“Mmmm, I know it is for me,” he murmured, bending over her and kissing her lips. “Listen, I need to get to Maine Medical Center right away and talk to my mom’s doctors. Will you be okay alone here for a while? The agents are going to stay on the street for the duration, just keeping watch.”
Rory’s nose crinkled at the mention of agents. “Go and take care of your mom. I brought lots of work to keep me busy.”
“I’d take you with me, but I want to assess things first.”
“I understand, Jackson. It’s okay.”
He stood and finished dressing. “I’ll call Ryan today. Maybe we can all go out for dinner tonight?”
She beamed at him. He was so eager for her to meet his son. He had mentioned it twice last night.
“I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Make yourself at home. Literally, my house is yours now.”
He left quickly and Rory hopped out of bed. The master suite was cavernous indeed. She looked up at the two-story, vaulted, beamed ceilings as she made her way across the room to her suitcase.
She went into the bathroom and was blown away by its size. There was a large shower surrounded by clear glass, a huge Jacuzzi tub and two separate counter areas with two sinks each. The floor in between that was large enough to hold Pilates class. Once again she was reminded of how rich Jackson really was. It always caught her off guard. It wasn’t something she remembered about him often.
After a quick shower, Rory found the kitchen. She was happy the mammoth refrigerator wasn’t completely empty. She boiled an egg and made toast. Everything was top of the line, shiny stainless steel and huge. There was a vaulted ceiling in here too, sunshine flooding in from skylights. There was a large round glass table and Rory set up her laptop to work there.