by Maggie Way
“That is your excuse? That you were scared?”
“Look, I know it may not sound like the best of reasons –.”
“Doesn’t sound like the best of reasons? Hell, Jackson… it’s the stupidest of reasons. Do you honestly expect me to believe that it’s because you liked me so much that you left me there like a one night stand? I mean… seriously. Do you honestly think I’ll fall for such crap?”
“I know it may sound stupid. Like a line even. But I promise you it’s the truth.”
“It sounds like bullshit to me.” She chimed in, wanting desperately to believe him but refusing to be hurt once again.
Jackson unwrapped her arms and took her left hand in his. “It’s not bullshit. I thought about you. I thought about you a lot. Too much. All the damn time. You have no idea how much. That night meant something to me, Avery. And I honestly thought I’d eventually get over missing you. And I tried. Fuck, how I tried! But it never worked. You were always there. Always in my mind, on my mind, refusing to let me forget that night and how you made me feel. Then when I saw you at the christening six months ago I knew I’d been kidding myself. I was never going to get over you. Never. I fell for you. I fell hard. And nothing I did. No distance I put between us was ever going to be enough. Because that night you gave me something I’d never had before. You gave me… purpose, Avery.”
Finally hearing his words and beginning to think that maybe he might be being truthful, and wasn’t the biggest asshole known to man, she leaned forward. “That’s why you’ve been bugging me all these months? Is that why Stacy and –.”
“Yes.” Jackson nodded with a grin. “I admit it. I enlisted them to help me. I just had to talk to you again. To see if there was a chance.”
Her heart fluttered and she wondered why she was listening to anything he had to say. This was the same man who couldn’t even say goodbye to her. The same man who’d left her with nothing more than a cowardly and impersonal note.
She stood up, pulling her hand out of his and putting as much distance between them as possible. Her mind raced with what ifs. The idea of being in his arms again heated her from the inside out. Her damp clothes no longer chilled her skin. The memories of what Jackson could do to her body kept her warm.
“Avery, baby, please. I know we only shared one night. But I remember it like it was yesterday.”
She looked at him, but shook her head. She just couldn’t find the words. The emotions that were welling up inside her were too powerful. After that night she had waited for months for him to act like he cared, to say all of the things he was saying right now. It got to a point she stopped waiting, stopped wishing.
He’d truly broken her heart and she knew that as angry as she was with him, she had no one to blame but herself. He hadn’t lured with her alcohol or drugs. He’d seduced her with the man that he was. He was handsome, charming and he made her body react in the most magical ways.
All of her best efforts to ignore his words were being met with brick walls. They were large and tall walls which had guards standing on the outside with guns ready, keeping any amount of emotion from him at bay. She hated it that she’d become this afraid. She hated what her fear was causing in her. She wanted him.
Unable to hold it in any longer, her emotions got the better of her and she dropped her face into her hands. Loud sobs echoed in the room while the strength she thought she held began to melt away.
He came near her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t cry, baby. Please. I know I fucked up. And I’m not asking for any promises. I’m just asking for a chance. Just one chance to make things right.”
She shook her head in response, still unable to form any kind of a response. Why did he care now? Why? She had grown so tired of staring at her phone day after day, night after night since their night of passion. He’d never called. Never once had he reached out to her in any way. He’d forgotten about her and moved on.
When she went to the christening months ago she made a promise to herself that she’d keep a far and save distance away from him. She’d done a good job at it too. No matter how many times he tried to get her alone or corner her at the reception, she quickly evaded him. It had been so easy that day. She couldn’t understand why she was falling apart now.
“Baby, please look at me.”
When she didn’t do as he asked, he lifted her chin with his forefinger and raised it up so there eyes were focused on one another.
“I’ve been calling you for the past six months. I know I should have called you three years ago. But as I already pointed out. I’m an asshole. I fucked up. Not just by walking out of that hotel room. But by letting go of something that I know was so damn right.”
She could hear the sincerity in his voice. For the first time her doubts were beginning to subside. Raising her hand to his face, she cupped his roughly shaven cheek.
“Why now? Why fight so hard now? I’m just a woman.”
Jackson closed his eyes and dipped his head down until their foreheads met. Several seconds passed before he opened them again. Even in the darkness she could see the deep blue of his eyes as he looked down at her. There was a shimmer in his eyes, a hint of tears which threatened to show themselves.
“You have no idea just how wrong you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not just a woman. You’re an amazing, beautiful, vivacious and oh my fucking God… sexy woman.”
Tiny little goose bumps raced all over her skin. She wanted so desperately to believe what she was hearing, but feared that she was imagining the whole thing. Maybe she’d slipped in the rain and hit her head. Perhaps this was some sort of concussion fueled fantasy. Could this really be happening? Could Jackson Parks really be saying all of these wonderful things?
“You’re serious aren’t you? This isn’t a game? You really mean it?”
“I mean it, baby. I didn’t realize just how much I needed you until I was stupid enough to let you go. I thought about you constantly. I’m not saying I won’t screw up again. I’m a man. It’s what we do. But I can promise that I’ll never screw up that bad again. And if you let me, I’ll never let you go.”
Her heart pounded against her chest. There was a time when sleepless nights would blend into days of sorrow while she wondered where he was and who he was with. She no longer cared if it was a dream or some sort of game. She was willing to take her chances. She wanted him. She’d never stopped. This opportunity was worth the risk.
She lunged forward, nearly tackling him as she wrapped her arms around his, pressing her lips against his.
“Whoa…easy there, baby.” He laughed through muffled words.
His large hands reached around and grabbed her ass. Firmly he squeezed her cheeks and lifted her up to him. She wrapped her legs around him as both of their mouths fed off of one another. Each of them exploring the other just as a couple of teenagers would in the back seat of a car.
She could feel the outline of his cock, protruding through his jeans and pressing against her. The sensation instantly warmed her pussy, filling her with a fiery passion that she’d long since forgotten.
The years since their last time together had been too damn long. She needed him. The feel, the taste, the possession he had over her, she had missed it all so much.
Jackson kept hold of her, carrying her the short distance to the couch. Their bodies rocking against one another with every step that he took. She reached between their bodies and worked his belt free. Too much time had passed for either of them to slow down. There would be no foreplay, no sweet words or playful teasing like their first night together.
An hour ago she could’ve gone the rest of her life with never having a thing to do with Jackson Parks, yet here she was ready to devour him. It was a need that went far deeper than sexual satisfaction. This was about survival, about healing, about getting rid of that self doubt from the past.
Jackson plopped on the couch and in doing so brought Avery down on his la
p. One of her hands was already pulling down his zipper while the other was yanking at his jeans in an effort to pull them down. He lifted his hips, helping her get them down just far enough that she was able to free his cock. It sprang up from the restraining clothes as though it was finally free after years of captivity.
Memories flooded her of their one night together. The way she’d taken him in her throat, relaxed her muscles and allowed him to glide himself in and out of her only intensified her craving for him. She had missed that. Giving him pleasure had been intoxicating. Her clit throbbed as she recalled his scent and taste. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted anything more.
Leaning back and bending forward to take him in her mouth, Jackson stopped her and pulled her closer.
“Oh no, not yet. I need to be inside you, baby.” He said with desperation.
With expert hands he reached underneath her and found the center of her shorts. Pulling with both hands he forcefully yanked and then ripped at the seam, tearing them open and exposing the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
“No panties?” He questioned.
Without waiting for an answer he leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers. He slid a finger past her slit and groaned when he felt her wetness. She rocked against his hand, remembering so many nights she had been forced to satisfy herself on her own.
“I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so fucking amazing.” He whispered.
His actions spoke louder than his words as he pulled her forward on his lap. With his hand wrapped around his cock he positioned himself at her pussy, moistening the head with her wetness.
Their eyes locked on one another in that moment just before he slid inside her. Then when he did, her muscles contracted and pulsated around him. Pleasure which reached her in places she had since forgotten took hold of her.
Together they slowly moved with one another. Their eyes locked together just as their bodies were. He was buried deep inside her. The feel of his balls massaged the sensitive flesh by her ass as he continued to rock into her, plunging himself to the hilt.
“Oh God.” Avery pushed off of him and stood up.
He stared at her with stunned confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“A condom, Jackson? You’re not wearing one. And I’m not on the pill.” She pointed out.
“Shit! Wait… I have some in the truck.”
He began to get up, but she quickly shoved him back down on the couch. She knew how good it felt to have him inside of her. She wanted it just as badly as he did. In that moment though, she had another idea in store for him.
For years she’d wished things had worked out differently with Jackson. Now she was going to show him the other side to herself, the side that he himself had created.
Chapter Eleven
Jackson had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky as to have not just one chance with his beautiful Avery, but two. Her plump lips closed around the head of his cock and grasped onto him with the sweetest embrace.
Slowly she began sliding her mouth down along his shaft. Despite his wet clothes his skin felt on fire. He yanked his t-shirt off and threw it across the room before reaching down and pulling her tank top over her head.
He nearly came when he felt her hardened nipples graze against the inside of his thighs. The room might have been dark, but he knew those succulent pink circles that swelled when she was aroused.
His cock twitched as he envisioned taking one in his mouth while squeezing them in his hands, pressing them together as he flicked one with his thumb.
Sweat began to drip down his chest from lack of control. He looked down at the top of her wet head as it moved back and forth against his crotch. His restraint had been walking a tightrope between pleasure and pain since she took him in her mouth, fucking him so sweetly.
Avery had been an attentive lover their first night together, but damn if her mouth didn’t feel so much better this time around. Maybe it was the wait, or the anticipation. It was becoming sheer torture for him to hold on and not lose himself. Nearly three times already he had almost shot his seed into her throat. Each time he reined in his need to thrust hard and fuck her mouth like he had fantasized about so many times before.
He’d dreamed of this moment for so long now that it was here he could barely contain himself. Her mouth sucked him so intently that he didn’t want her to stop, but his need to bury his cock inside her pussy and taste her pussy was nearly overpowering him. It wreaked havoc on every single one of his nerve endings, making his body all but hum with eurphoria.
She let out another moan, interrupting him from his thoughts. He loved how hungry and thirsty she seemed for his cock.
“Look up at me.” Jackson demanded.
On cue she did exactly as he asked. Her enchanting green eyes were heavy and filled with pleasure. The look nearly sucker punched him. Even in this moment she looked so pure and untouched. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or denial, but he couldn’t picture her being this way with anyone else. She belonged to him. It may not have been said with words, but she was telling him now. Loud and clear she was making it known.
There was something about Avery that made their night together so different. Though he didn’t know it at the time, the two were not just having sex. He was experiencing an intimacy on a whole different level.
As her mouth continued to work him he just watched her in amazement. He would almost swear that his dick had never been so hard for a woman before. It was all Avery. In her touch, and the way her body felt against his.
She was damn beautiful too. Her dark chocolate hair accentuated her fair skin, causing her face glow with perfection. In the dim light of the room as she looked up at him he was reminded of that night she had lain beneath him, climaxing as he was buried deep inside of her.
That wasn’t what was most appealing to him though. Right now as she looked up at him he was entranced by the expression her face held. Her cheeks were sunken in, and her lips clasped tightly around his cock as she twisted her head in a side to side motion while bobbing her head back and forth down onto his length.
She was a goddess. A goddess unlike any other that had been before. He wondered if any woman had could possibly have looked as gorgeous as she did when she was on her knees before him.
The sweet seduction of her mouth and velvety vice of her pussy more than his willpower could handle? Jackson was barely holding on and that one little word he swore he wouldn’t utter until the time was right now sat dangerously on the tip of his tongue.
He bit down on his lower lip and silenced his internal thoughts. He’d just been given a second chance with her. There was no way in hell he was going to risk it by dropping that kind of bombshell on her.
She moaned again, this time it sounded more alive, more desperate, causing his cock to twitch inside her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and he had to fight against the urge to yell out a curse. He feared if he opened his mouth at all too much would end up being said.
Her slender hands rested on his thighs as she only used her mouth to give him pleasure. He was truly loving every minute of her glorious mouth on his cock. And damn if he wouldn’t allow her to do it whenever she wanted. But he was no longer the selfish man he once was. He wanted and needed to give her pleasure. In every, and any way possible.
“Stop.” He blurted it out like an order, instantly regretting his tone.
Avery allowed his cock to fall out of her mouth. A loud slurping sound echoed in the room, drowning out the hum of the butterfly rainstorm.
She licked her lips and asked, “What’s wrong?”
His heart ached at the doubt he heard in her voice. With both hands he raked his fingers through her hair and gently held her gaze to his.
“Nothing, baby. I love this. I love what you’re doing. But I can’t just sit here taking. I want to give you so much pleasure.”
“Jackson…” she blushed and looked down.
He quirked up the corners of his mouth and brushed his thumb acros
s her swollen lips. How anyone could be such an intense lover and still hold an air of innocence to them he had no idea. Avery did though. She was an exotic mix of qualities that called to his soul.
“Will you let me please you?” He asked.
She nodded her head in response. Her deep green eyes sparkled up at him like she was about to receive a special surprise.
He reached out his hand and pulled her up to the couch as he stood up. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”
Painfully, Jackson forced his hard on back into his jeans and braced himself for the icy water which was about to hit him like shotgun pellets.
He opened the door and sprinted to his truck, grabbing his bag from the backseat and quickly retracing his steps.
Shivering, he shut the door behind him and set down his bag. He opened it up, rummaging through the contents in search of the condoms he’d brought never thinking in a million years he’d actually get to use them.
Finally he’d found them and ripped one from the sheet. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Avery lying against the couch, her hands on her breasts and her face flushed from arousal.
“Jesus… you’re so beautiful.”
She reached out her hand to him. “I want you, Jackson.”
He walked across the room and stood beside her. “Spread your legs, baby.”
Without hesitation she did as he asked, spreading her legs on the couch until her left leg fell to the floor.
“So beautiful.” He repeated.
He set the condom down on the table and yanked down the sides of his wet jeans, working them down against his legs. They fought him every step of the way, almost refusing to cooperate in protest.