Found By You (The Found Series)

by Jessika Harper

“You just fucking elbowed her in the face, you motherfucker!” Jackson screams at Blake. Something seems to have awoken in Jackson, because he pushes Blake off so hard that he flies back about 2 feet.

  Blake gets back to his feet and spits towards Jackson. “That all you got bitch, you fight like a girl.”

  “Fuck you. Look at her.” he points to me. “Not only is she already bleeding, but you just gave her a fucking black eye. You’re such a piece of shit.” Jackson spits at Blake. Next thing you know, he hits Blake with so much force that he is back on the ground. I want to stop him, but I already got elbowed once, and I am not up for a second time.

  “Stop it! Jackson! Please stop!” I scream at him, but he doesn’t listen. He just keeps getting his hits in.

  “Jackson!!!!! Please stop. Please,” I start to full on cry now, “Please, Jackson, just stop.” Finally he hears me and stops. He looks at me and then back at Blake.

  “I warned you to let her go and you didn’t listen. You’re lucky she stopped me or I’d kill you.” He said it with so much venom it scared me.

  Britnie rushes over to me and we cry against each other. No words are spoken as we continue to hold each other. I feel a hand on my shoulder. Thinking its Blake again, I jerk away fast.

  “It’s me Sunshine, It’s just me.” Jackson’s soft voice says. He turns me towards him and hugs me so tight that it hurts. I am in so much pain, but not having seen him for two days, and now having his arms around me, I just forget about the pain and inhale his scent.

  “I am so sorry you had to deal with that Jackson, so sorry.” I cry into his chest. He grabs Britnie and adds her to our hug. Hugging my best friend and the man who I am crushing hard on, in my arms at once, is like heaven.

  My eye is throbbing and my body is aching. Trying to get out of the hug, Jackson pulls me tighter. “Jackson, my body is hurting.” I tell him so he knows the reason I want to stop hugging him is because of the pain and not because I don’t want to hug him.

  “I am so, so sorry about that Avery. I just saw you and know you didn’t want him touching you. Something in me kicked into gear. I didn’t expect all of that. I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got hit in the eye. I really am sorry.” He says the last part in a whisper.

  How can he think it was his fault? I was the dummy trying to stop two grown mess in the middle of a fight, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s my own.

  “Jackson, look at me. It’s my own fault. Thank you for saving me from that.” I point to the spot where it all started. “I didn’t know any of that was going to happen. He’s never been that way before.”

  “I’m guessing he’s the ex your brother was telling me about then?” He says softly brushing my hair out of my face. Jared talked to him about Blake? I would say I’m surprised, but this is my brother we are talking about so of course he would tell him.

  “Yeah, that’s him.” I reply. “I’ve never seen him like that. I really am sorry you had to go through that Jackson.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sunshine.” There he goes with that nickname again. Right now, I don’t feel like sunshine. I feel like pure and utter shit. I want to go home and soak in a hot bath and deal with these cuts. I am definitely going to be hurting tomorrow, that’s for sure.

  “Can we go home now? It’s been a long and emotional day, I just want to change and go to sleep.” Britnie says, reading my mind, as usual.

  “Yeah B, we can go home now. I want to do the same thing except a shower in is order for me.” I say raising my arm.

  “Oh my God Av, it looks bad. We have to go to the hospital.” I don’t want to spend hours in a hospital.

  I turn to her and say, “No, I’m good. I’ll clean them up myself. Call and get another cab so we can go.”

  Jackson turns and says, “Nah, I’ll take you both home. Britnie, are you going home or to Avery’s house?”

  “I was going to sleep at Av’s, but now I just wanna go home. Do you mind making the extra stop? It’s only about a block away.” I look at her and see her eyes sparkling. Even after everything that has happened, she has something up her sleeve. She is giving me alone time with Jackson. I don’t know whether to hug her or punch her. Since I’m fucked up, I’ll settle on a hug.

  We get into Jackson’s truck and in what feels like minutes, we pull up out front of Britnie’s house.

  “Thank you Jackson.” She says looking at him. Turning to me she says, “Be safe. I love you, lover. Call me.” The last part she says harder than normal. I catch what she means and tell her I love her too.

  Pulling away, I see that we aren’t headed to my house. “Jackson, you know my house is that way right?” I say pointing in the other direction.

  “I’m not taking you home, Sunshine. I’m taking you to my house.” He shrugs and says. His house? Why on earth is he taking me there when he could’ve just taken me home? I have no clue what he’s up to, but I’m guessing I’ll know shortly. Looking back towards the road, I gulp slowly, and prepare myself for the unknown.

  Jackson

  It’s been two long days since I’ve seen Avery’s beautiful face or heard her angelic voice. It amazes me that before we got somewhat close, I was okay with leaving her house, but after I started to have feelings for her, I didn’t want to go a day without seeing her. Having my brother and his wife come and visit has helped with taking my mind off of her. They have Rhys for the night so I guess I’ll just sit around or something. Maybe clean up the house, even though it’s already clean. Hell, I have to find something to do.

  Getting up to go sit on the porch to clear my head some more, my phone beeps. I look down and see that it’s Jared. Cool, maybe he’ll want to hit up a bar or something. I opened the message and read it. I was not expecting for him to talk about his sister.

  Jared: My sister is miserable

  What is he telling me that for? I quickly reply.

  Me: Ok. And….

  Jared: You should get you head out of your ass and tell her how you feel…

  Me: I tried to last time, but she walked out of the room.

  Jared: You were an ass and didn’t go after her. That’s your own fault bro. Look, just do what you gotta do so you both can be happy. I’m tired of seeing you both mope around. Get it done dude. I wouldn’t be telling you this if I didn’t want you with my sister. You make her happy.

  Me: I made her cry so many times dude. I don’t think I wanna even go there.

  Jared: Dude, stop sounding like a bitch and get shit done. Don’t make me kick your ass.

  Yeah because that conversation wasn’t at all uncomfortable already. How many people would tell their friends to make their sister happy? Maybe he trusts me more than I trust myself. I am going after her. I can’t stand being miserable anymore. I have to lay my feelings out on the line. I need to make her mine once and for all and ‘get shit done’, as Jared put it.

  Walking to my room, I text him.

  Me: Where at?

  Jared: Took you long enough. Shorty’s.

  Me: Got it.

  Jared: About fucking time.

  Yeah I know dude, I think to myself.

  I get in the shower and get ready to go and surprise my girl. I’m finally going to get my head out of my ass and allow myself to feel. I get in my truck and head to Shorty’s.

  I arrive about twenty minutes later. The parking lot is once again crowded so I have to park around the block. I’m giving myself an internal pep talk and tell myself it’s all going to work out and she will be surprise. What I don’t expect to see, is some motherfuckers hand on my girl, pulling her and making her fall on her ass.

  I walked over and give him his warnings and then take it in my own hands. All I saw was red. He had his hands on my girl and hurt her. Hearing Avery’s voice shout at me breaks through my thoughts while I’m kicking this guy’s ass.

  I’m taking Britnie and my girl home. There is no way, after what just happened, that I’m going to let them get in a cab. I drop Britnie off at her house
and tell my Sunshine she is coming home with me. After I get her all cleaned up, she and I are going to have a long overdue talk. Seeing her in harm’s way has made me fall even harder for her and come to a final conclusion. I’m falling in love with her. Now, I just need to tell her.

  Chapter 22

  About ten minutes later, we pull up to a house. Once the car stops, I see that it has a wraparound porch and matching white rocking chairs on it, with a table in between. Jackson gets out of the car and walks over to my side. I open the door to get out and he says, “Come on sunshine, let’s get you inside.” His voice sounds so soft when he said it. He holds out his hand. I put my hand in his and jump down slowly.

  My hand is still in his as we walk up the path that is there. Admiring the scenery, I see that there is a small garden on both sides of the step area and small signs in there. Hmm. Never pictured him as the gardening type. Who knew?

  He let go of my hand to unlock the door. “Come on in here and let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll give you some Tylenol or something for the pain.” He says looking at me and then nods his head for me to follow. I follow him in and close the door behind me. “I’m gonna go and get the first aid kit. I’ll be right back.” I just nod and he leaves me standing in what looks to be the living room. Looking around, I see that the fireplace and walls are filled with pictures. There’s a big picture in the middle of the fireplace that catches my attention.

  Walking over to it, I see that is a younger Jackson and another boy who looks just like him. Before I can internally ask myself who I think it is, Jackson startles me by saying, “That’s my older brother, Demetri. He’s about five years older than me.” Doing the math in my head, that would make his brother about 30 or so. “That picture was taken on this property.” He says pointing his hand around to gesture the house he lives in. He then continues, “We were raised here by our grandparents. Our dad was a piece of shit alcoholic who liked to use his hands a little too freely. We used to have weekend sleepovers here. Well, one day our grandparents arrived early and I didn’t have a shirt on and they see that my side was bruised. They asked me how I got it and I just shook my head. I was too scared to tell them, I was petrified of my dad and what would happen when he found out. They asked me again and I refused to tell them. Demetri spoke up and told them all about how violent dad had gotten and his drunken beatings ever since mom died. They were absolutely disgusted at my dad. It was my dad’s parents too and they just couldn’t believe their son had done something that awful.”

  I notice a tear running down my face, but I leave it. I want him to continue. He leans off of the doorway and makes his way to the sofa and continues. “Gramps told us to pack just the stuff we knew we couldn’t live without and they would come back for the rest. As Dem and I were coming down the steps, we heard my father coming up the basement steps. He didn’t know they were here. They both reamed him and told him they should kill him for what he’s done and that we were going to live with them. He tried to protest, but Grams told him if he even tried, she would have his ass arrested. It was one of the best days of my life.” He said the last part with a real smile. It was sad that he had to go through that. I’m wondering if that’s the reason he has nightmares.

  I think I’m in shock because he has never told me that much about him. I wonder why he’s just now opening up to me. I won’t say anything about it, but still. He gets back up and pulls me to sit down on the sofa where he was just vacating. He gets the supplies out to clean me up. “This may burn for a minute, but I swear I’m not trying to hurt you.” He puts the peroxide on a gauze pad and slowly starts to wipe my elbow.

  “Ow.” It really does hurt.

  He lightly blows on it and I shiver. “You cold?” He says huskily and I shake my head no. “It’s not too bad, I think the dry blood made it look worse than what it really is. Let me get the other one cleaned up.” I nod yes and lift my other arm. He repeats everything he did to the other elbow, including blowing on it. I shiver again. Just having feeling his breath blowing on me, is doing crazy things to my body.

  “You’re all done. You want anything to drink while I put this away? The kitchen is through there, help yourself.” He walks away before I can even acknowledge him. I am kind of thirsty, so i head to kitchen. It’s weird just walking into someone else’s house, but he offered and I’m thirsty. Opening up the fridge, the first thing I see is a row of water bottles. I grab one. Just as I’m about to shut the fridge, I see a baby bottle on the door. My stomach drops. I forgot all about my Chubbs. How could I actually forget about him? My stomach drops at the thought of him. I really do miss him like crazy. Wait. If Jackson was out and doesn’t really trust anyone, who the hell has his son? Just as he walks back into the kitchen, I ask him. “Jackson, where is Ch-Rhys at? You don’t trust easily, well who has your son.” He looks at me and smiles and says, “Demetri has him, him and his wife are in town. They are “practicing” as his wife calls and they wanted to keep him overnight. I really didn’t want to, but I haven’t seen my brother is six months. It’s not the same as a phone call.”

  “Jackson, he’s your brother, why haven’t you talked to him in that long? I would go crazy if I went even a day not talking to Jared and we live in the same house.” I say to him.

  He looks as though he isn’t sure if he wants to say something or not, but in the end, he says, “Our grandparents died in an accident. They left us everything, including this house. My brother was always one for traveling, so he left me the house. On one of his travels, he met Jules, his wife. He moved in with her and that was that. He’s happy and that’s all that matters.” Absorbing all this info, I’m stunned quiet. This is the second time in the last 15 minutes that he has really opened up to me. I have no idea what to think of it all. It’s a lot to take, but I still don’t see this as something to hide. I have no clue what he was afraid of. That I might think.I understand that he didn’t want anyone to know, but this wouldn’t push me away from him, it would bring me closer. Heck, I want him even more now.

  “Jackson, is that what you were afraid to tell me? Is that what you were scared was gonna push me away? I’ll tell you right now tha-.” He puts his hand over my mouth and says. “You are so hot when you’re mad, but you need to stop talking because I have a better idea for that mouth of yours.” Before I can even say anything back to him, he crashes his lips to mine.

  Chapter 23

  His kiss is firm, yet somewhat harsh. We are battling it out with our tongues so rough as if we can’t get enough of each other. He pushes me up against the counter roughly. Both of his hands smack against the countertop as is he is blocking me in. I want his hands on me, not the counter. I run my hands across his chest. I can feel those glorious muscles. Wanting to feel his skin, I take my hands and put them under his shirt. He inhales deeply as I do it. He breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily. He is looking at me with hooded eyes. I really hope he doesn’t stop. I want this, no I need this. I don’t care about his past or any of that, I just want him. Stopping my brain from all these thoughts, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him just as hard as he did me.

  His hands go to my hips and he pulls me tightly against him. He then pulls one of my legs up. Wanting to feel even closer to him, I jump on him. His hands are now on my ass, holding me up. I start to slowly grind on him. I can feel his cock pressing against me. I want to free it so bad.

  He starts to walk and I have no idea where he is going, until he lays me on the sofa and I open my eyes. His eyes have grown heavy. He removes his shirt and joins me on the sofa in between my legs. He give me a rough kiss and then starts to kiss my jaw. Making his way to my neck he says, “You’re so beautiful, Sunshine. So fucking beautiful.” He then goes to my chest. Pulling my barely there dress and bra down, he fondles one of my breasts and he sucks on the other one. He is biting one so hard, it takes everything in me not to come right here and now. He switches up what he is doing and starts to assault the other one, biting just as hard. I gasp out loud
as he does it.

  He gets up and pulls me up with him. He pulls my dress over my head and then unsnaps my bra. Leaving just my panties on, he sits me back down and starts to kiss down my body. I moan at every kiss that he puts on my body. I can’t help but enjoy every single second of this. All the pent up frustration I’ve had for him, is finally going to be worth it.

  He tears my panties to pieces, smiles, and then positions his head in between my legs. “God you smell like heaven.” He says as he gets closer to my sex. Next thing you know, his tongue is on me. Oh God does it feel good. “Oh God, Jackson.” He inserts two fingers instead of one. It feels rough at first, but so good. “God Jackson, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I grip his hair hard. He continues licking me and lapping up my juices. I am so close to coming and I’m going to come hard. I start to close my legs and Jackson roughly pushes them back open. “Fuck Jackson… Oh God, I’m about to… Fuckkkk.” I have never come so hard in my life. I am literally seeing stars right now. I only ever read about shit like that in books. I guess you just have to have the right partner.

  Finally being able to see, I look down at a smiling Jackson. What a smug bastard. Yeah, he obviously knows what he’s doing. Laying back in between my legs he says, “I want you to see what you taste like.” I cringe inside because I’ve never done something like that. I don’t tell him that. I just let him kiss me. It’s not as bad as I was thinking it was.

  Wanting more of Jackson, I unbutton his pants as he is kissing me. I need to see all of him. I want to feel all of him. Getting his pants unbuttoned, I start to push his pants down. Getting them down just enough, I put my hand down the front of his boxers. His cock is hard as steel and I can literally feel it throbbing in my hand. He is bigger than anyone I’ve been with, but I’ll worry about that later.