by Cam Johns
"I just want'em out of my life!" I say crying as Jackson cautiously reaches for my hand.
"There's more." I stare silently, crying, looking into his nervous blues…waiting. "When I found out Kevin hired the contractor and these people," he says pointing to the picture, "I went to his house to kick his fuckin’ ass." He puts his head down.
"Tell me." I say knowing there's something else.
"He was gone...I mean house empty gone."
"What do you mean?"
"Jonathan called Farmer and was told he got away. Someone tipped him off." He stops talking and stands. "Karisma he knows we helped...he knows you removed the cameras."
"So what does that mean? Am I in danger?" I say nervously. He comes to my side kneeling in front of me.
"Baby, I won't let anything happen to you...there are things we have to change...but we'll make it work." I just want to be in his arms right now but I haven’t showered in days.
"How many days has it been?" I asked curiously.
"It’s Thursday baby...I've been in hell." I put my head down into my knees, ashamed that I let Kevin fool me so easily. "I didn't know where you were once I got the truth yesterday...we had to track your car. Where's your phone?" I don't want to answer him.
"I tossed it somewhere."
He sighs. "Can I touch you now?" I look into his longing blues as he waits.
"Jackson...I haven't washed since Monday morning." I say disgusted.
He looks at me with sad eyes, then gets up to run water in the bathroom. He comes back and slowly removes the cover from me and carries me to the bathroom. He removes my bra and underwear, throwing them in the trash bin, and then lifts me again submerging me in the water. He takes his shirt off and grabs a cloth and soap then kneels at the tub. He wets the cloth and gently washes my face first, then slowly cleans the rest of me in silence. I feel the tears fill my eyes again as I look at him taking care of me. He stands and grabs two towels laying one on the floor, then helps me stand and I step out on the towel. He wraps the other around me and walks me to the sink, putting toothpaste on a toothbrush and handing it to me. I brush my teeth as he dries me off and waits for me to rinse. We look at each other through the mirror as he leans down, putting his hands on the sink and glides his lips down my neck slowly.
"I've missed you." he whispers. I lean my head back on his shoulder and he kisses my neck softly. "Turn around." He keeps his hands where they are as his blues stare through me. "Karisma...I need you...I need you to trust that I'll never hurt you." I look down at the floor, feeling guilty. He lifts my chin. "I understand why you were angry....just give me the benefit of doubt...please." I nod shamefully. He picks me up to his waist holding me tight. "The things you were saying that day were…I…it was like you were stabbing me over and over again."
"Why did you say you didn't deserve me?" He sits me on the counter staring down at me.
"Because I was being an ass to you while you were finding a way to express your devotion to me." he says, holding his head down.
“Jackson…it would have been easier for me to believe you if you’d just open up to me.” I say softly. He looks up at me nervously, but doesn’t respond. I don’t understand, there’s something he’s not telling me. He leans in closer nuzzling my nose.
“Karisma…I love you baby. I can’t lose you.” He stares at me with his scared blues and I know whatever it is he thinks I’ll leave over. What am I going to do with him? My need for our lips to touch overwhelms me. I aggressively grab his hair with both hands and pull him to me kissing him. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel him getting hard through his jeans as he returns my intensity. "Baby," he stops me, "as much as I want to do this I don't want to here…please come home."
"I don't have any clothes here." I say softly. He lifts me to his waist and takes me to the bedroom, bending to get a bag I hadn't noticed.
"Here," he says putting me down, "put these on so I can get you home." He kisses me quickly and goes in the living room and starts to gather my things. Ten minutes later I walk out in the clothes he chose. I look at him, laughing when he sees me. "God, I've missed you." He says standing.
"So, I guess since you're with me, it’s okay to look like this." I say playfully. He picked black stretch pants, yellow tank top, black leather waist jacket and heels. He smiles, walking over to me. "Remind me not to ever let you pick out my clothes. Look at my ass!"
"I know...it looks like I should have my tongue in it right now." He says playfully and I laugh out loud. "I've missed that...let's go." He kisses me quickly before taking my hand. When we walk out the door Richard and Logan are there. Richard and I smile at each other as Jackson pulls me to the elevator and they follow. On the way down he lets his hand roam to my butt and pulls me in front of him. "I have a surprise for you."
"Do you?" I say smiling, letting my hand slide down to his penis as his eyes get big. "I'd say so." He kisses me hard as he squeezes my butt into him. When the elevator dings he pulls me quickly out, following behind Logan and Richard. When we get to the front of the hotel I see the Phantom and Q7. I look up at him as he smiles excitedly, enjoying my surprised reaction.
"Ready to drive it?" he says smiling. Logan takes my bag from Jackson as he opens the driver door for me. Jackson reaches in and buckles me in. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you when we get home." I think he enjoys saying that to me. He closes the door and walks to the passenger side as I start the car, smiling and completely too horny to drive. He joins me, buckling his seatbelt. "I'm ready...let's go…slowly." He says smiling putting his hand on my thigh. I smile and pull off calmly trying to contain my excitement.
I enjoy the smooth ride home as Jackson distracts me by letting his hand roam my thigh and up to my middle. We finally make it home and I try to maneuver this large car through the path to our house. Jackson jumps out as soon as I park, pulling me out and over his shoulder.
"Jackson! Put me down!" I shout.
"Not a chance!" he snaps, taking me in the house. This is so damn embarrassing. He goes straight to the bedroom, and stands at the bed, taking his and my shoes off. He pulls my “stretchies” and underwear down to my ankles and unbuckles his jeans, letting them fall so he can step out.
"Now can you put me down?" I ask calmly. He tosses me on the bed quickly as I giggle. I try to slide up to the middle, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me down to him. I look up at him and see his dark carnal blues staring back at me. He bends down and kisses me feverishly, pulling my jacket and tank off and throwing them across the room, before taking his own shirt off.
"You trust me?" He asks.
"Yes." I say between kisses. He picks me up upside down so that my legs are on his shoulders. “Fuck!” I screech. He attacks my clit with his tongue and I have nowhere to go. "Ah!" I want him in my mouth but I'm too far. I spit on my hands and rub on him quickly up and down. He growls into me as he sticks his tongue in and out then lies on his back. I slide up a little as he lifts his pelvis and I slide his dick in my mouth as far as I could. He pulls me back to his face, licking my clit quickly, grabbing my butt cheeks and bouncing them on his face. He growls into me as I start to tremble and wraps his arms around my waist as I release on him. He releases me and before he could do anything I sit up and put his dick in my mouth. I bring my leg over to the other so he can see me swallowing him.
"Oh yes baby." he whispers as he smacks and grabs at my butt. He watches me as he lifts his pelvis, forcing his dick in further. "Fuck baby!" he shouts. I suck harder as he fucks my face. "Oh God...baby stop!" I ignore him and continue. "Stop!...Fuck!" He lifts my leg back across his stomach, my ass facing him and slides me down, lifting me onto him. "Agh!" He lifts his pelvis, pounding into me slapping my ass hard. "Fuck! This-my-shit!" he shouts. I grab his legs to hold on as he forces himself inside me vigorously. He thrusts once more and releases into me. "Fuck!" he sings out and drops his pelvis. He pulls me down to him, my back to his chest. Wrapping an arm around the front of me, he reaches the other
down to my clit and rubs quickly. "Cum again baby!" he commands.
"Ah!" I scream out as he assaults me, lifting my pelvis up and down as I start to feel the orgasm rise in me. I know this is going to be a big one. I feel myself tremble as I try to keep it from happening.
"Stop it! Let it out!" he shouts.
"Oh-Oh-Shit!" I screech as it comes out. I start smacking at his hand but he won't stop. "Jackson...stop!"
"Fuck no! I want all of it!" I grab the covers and let it continue, tiring me out. I fall down on his stomach finally. Jackson stops as he rolls on his side laying me on the bed, kissing my neck. "Are you okay?" I nod since that’s all I could do. He climbs over my limp body to face me, staring as he moves the hair from my face. "You can't ever leave me again...I couldn't even sleep in the bed...I slept on the couch."
"I'm sorry." I say softly.
"No...I understand. When Tuesday came and we had nothing…I thought that was it. I'm just glad you're here now." I kiss him softly. "Shall we eat dinner?"
"I think I need a moment to walk." I say quietly. He kisses me quickly and goes out to my closet. Returning, he pulls me up and slides me down to the edge of the bed, slipping a shirt over my head. He kisses my forehead then pushes me down to slide my sweats on. He throws on sweats and picks me up to his waist to carry me downstairs. "Jackson...you spoil me."
"Forever, if you let me." he says. He sits me in my chair as he warms up whatever Mrs. Johnson made.
"Listen…about the changes I mentioned." He says pouring me a glass of wine.
I giggle. "I need a drink for this?"
"I think I'll need the drink." he says staring at me.
"Okay let's have it."
"No driving unless I'm there, Richard has to remain with you at all times, even at work. We've added two more guards but you won't see them...they'll be in the security offices. Last, two guards at a time when we're out separately or together." He sits handing me the wine as he sips his and stares silently waiting for me to respond. I take a drink before taking this opportunity to force him to open up…just a little bit.
"I'll make you a deal." I say smiling.
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" He asks eyebrow raised.
"Tell me what happened that has Jonathan so protective." He looks at me worried. I'm sure whatever it is won’t send me screaming for the hills. I don't know why he's so reluctant to tell me.
"Karisma...I just don't want you to be scared...we have enough to worry about." He says softly.
"Jackson...you have always made me feel safe...I’m really not worried.” He eyes me suspiciously.
"And you'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe...no lip?" I nod, take a sip of wine and sit back waiting patiently. He chuckles. "You comfortable?"
"Quite...let's have it baby."
"It's simple really. Someone came for help with his business, but I didn't want to ‘cause I knew he was shady...I just couldn't prove it." He pauses looking at me. I gesture for him to continue. "His business was too profitable for me to just turn away."
"But Jackson, you have more money than you can go through in this lifetime."
"Yes…but he was dirty and I don't like shady business. I told him if he didn't sell to me I would go to the cops with proof he thought I had." I sit up in my chair, knowing that was a mistake. He eyes me nervously.
"Tell me." I say softly.
"It started with break-ins at my office, then my home. I think they were looking for personal information, financial records, and this phantom proof. When that didn't work, I started getting letters threatening me and my family. That's when Jonathan got involved....the end was when two men broke in my home and tried to take me. I fought them off enough to press Jonathan's panic button. By the time they were able to get me out the house, they heard Jonathan's screeching tires and bolted.” I walk over to him and lay across his lap.
"Thank goodness Jonathan put that panic button there."
"Yeah...I thought that was it. I never saw their faces and they were so covered up there was no DNA or prints. Jonathan changed the security in the building and I moved here.” I kiss him softly. "The worse thing is everything just stopped...no letters...no break-ins...nothing. We could never tie the guy to any of it."
"Do you think it's over?"
"Hopefully baby."
"I hope you don't get involved with shady people anymore."
"Not at all."
"Good." I kiss him again. "Let's eat!" He chuckles. We sit there eating and talking for hours. He insists on meeting my mother even though we haven't spoken in weeks. I just don't want to hear how I should be with Kevin…the criminal on the run from the FBI.
Chapter Eighteen
It's been a month since I came home. I've pretty much gotten a hang of the changes without complaining. Jackson and I are better than ever and I finally decided to tell my mother today. I haven't spoken to her in over a month. "Michael, come in my office please." He enters with his tablet. "I'd like to leave in a few minutes. Can you take care of that?"
"Sure." he says smiling.
"Good. You can leave also, I know you have a hot date with Cindy." I say giggling.
He chuckles. "Thank you." He smiles and heads out.
I gather my things and go to the lobby, letting Richard know we’re leaving after I see Jackson. I actually feel bad he stays here all day now. I knock at Jackson's door before I peek in. He stands, smiling and waving me in as he ends his conversation.
"Hey baby." He says smiling.
"Hey handsome." He kisses me, pushing me against his desk.
"You're leaving?" He pouts.
I sigh. "I decided to go see my mother."
"Good. Maybe she'll come to your birthday dinner." He says smiling.
"Let's hope not." He lifts me to his waist.
"Why must you be wearing pants right now?"
"If I weren't you couldn't do this." I say playfully.
"True." He kisses me leaning me on his desk, massaging his penis against me.
"Mmm...why must you do this to me?"
"I can't help myself." he kisses me forcefully.
"Well try...I’d like to not be horny going to my mother's please." He laughs out loud.
"But you're mine when you get home tonight." I nod and he kisses me one last time before walking me out to the elevator.
"Take care of my baby." He says to Richard.
"Absolutely, Mr. Turner." He says pressing the call button. Jackson kisses me softly once more.
"Hurry home please." I nod and smile stepping in the elevator.
"We're going to my mom's Richard."
"Sure thing, Karisma."
I sit quietly in the Phantom on the way to my mothers', mentally preparing myself. We make it there in an hour unannounced...and in pants. I go up to the door and knock…barely.
"So you do remember you have a mother." she says answering the door.
"Hi mother." I say softly, barely smiling. She steps back, letting Richard and I inside.
"And who is this handsome young man?" She inquires, causing Richard to blush. I giggle, never having seen him so red. "This is my security, Richard Sanchez."
"Security!" She shouts, still managing to shake his hand. "Something to do with this man you're dating now." I look at her shocked. Although I'm not sure why...everyone knows. "Yes...I found out from everyone except you. Shameful, Karisma."
"Richard, can you give us a minute? We'll be right in here." I say, pointing toward the living room with ridiculously overpriced furniture.
"Well, I'm not going to hurt her!" she snaps.
"Mom! It's his job." I pull her hard into the living room and we sit on the couch facing each other. As usual I admire the large photo of her and my father above the fireplace.
"So...everything's completely over with you and Kevin?"
"Very much so, mother...have you seen or heard from him?" I ask, wishing she has so I can tell Farmer.
"No, not for a couple weeks. He was coming by,
checking on me, but stopped...I know all about the FBI." she says nonchalantly. My eyes widen in shock. "Yes, I know everything. Kevin told me. He also said you helped them."
"You say that like a bad thing mother." I say nervously.
"You chose your billionaire over him...doesn’t seem like you." What the hell! I try to calm down before I speak.
"I did no such thing. Kevin cheated for the second time and I left. It wasn't until after that I found out he was a cheater, liar and a criminal."
"He cheated on you?"
"Interesting he told you everything else but not that. I think him being an extortionist is worse." I say slightly amused.
"Well, in that case, you did the right thing leaving." Why would him being a cheater, be worse than a criminal?
"He also tried to break us up by sending me a fake photo of Jackson sleeping with some woman." I say, upset that I fell for it.
"That doesn't sound like Kevin."
"Well...there's proof mother."
"Enough about him...are you in love with Jackson?"
"I am." I say giddy.
She giggles. "I see. Do I get to meet him?"
"Well…he wants to meet you." I say, disappointed.
"Karisma...I don’t think him meeting me is as bad as you've made it seem I'm sure."
"Mom, I just don’t want you to be rude to him." I say quietly, looking at my fidgeting fingers.
"Karisma...I think you should let me meet him. It’s only right. I'd also like it if we’d spend more time together." Mom is just full of surprises today. Why would she want to spend more time with me? "I'm serious." she reiterates.
"Yes, I see that mother...you're just so overwhelming and you talk down to me. I don't wanna deal with that."
"Yes, I've been told I do that. I shouldn't do that to you." she says quietly. I take her hand.
“Are you okay…health wise? Is there something you wanna tell me?” There must be a reason she’s being so…maternal.