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I can feel him coming too, his cock shooting deep inside of my pussy in thick spurts. I gasp and moan, dripping and ready for him. I want him buried inside of me, I want to feel him dripping out of me latertoday.

Slowly we finish together and he turns me around, kissing me deep andslow.

We get dressed in silence then. He leans up against me, pulling meclose.

“What do we do?” I ask him in awhisper.

“I don’t know. But let’s just enjoy this, right here, at least fornow.”

I nod my head and breathe his smell in deep. He’s right, we don’t know what’s going to happen from here. And maybe I’m being stupid, letting myself fall back into this like I am, but I can’t help it. Everything he’s said, everything he’s done, I can’t help but start to see that it’s all sincere. It’s allreal.

That’s Jackson. He’s the most real man I’ve ever met. Nothing is an act with him, even though he’s an actor. Nothing is fake. What he says, he means, and he doesn’t play games. He made a mistake so many years ago, when we were dumb kids, but he did it for a noble reason. He sacrificed his life for hisfamily.

I admire that. I really, really do. I wish he had told me back then, because maybe I would have helped him out. I don’t know if we could have worked together with him in the military, but at least I could have helped his family as much as possible. Instead, I totally ignored them, and I do feel a little guiltynow.

It’s not his fault. We’re just two kids that got screwed. But now he’s back and he’s trying to make up forit.

I want things to work. I want him to take me to all the places I’ve been too scared to go. For now, I’m letting go and giving in tohim.

27

Jackson

Mickey livesin the same house that all these Hollywood assholes do. It’s big, it’s white, and it’s fancy as hell. It’s even a little over the top and absurd, but that’s what theywant.

It’s all show. It’s allbullshit.

I’m angry and I won’t deny it. I know it’s stupid to show up at his house like this, with his wife and his kids here, but I’m not waitinganymore.

I kept my mouth shut all day. I did my scenes and kept working. But I didn’t stopthinking.

I ring Mickey’s bell and a minute later, his wife answers the door. She’s thin, pretty, with auburn hair and fulllips.

“Jackson,” she says, a littlesurprised.

“Hey, Marla.” I kiss her cheek. “Is Mickeyaround?”

“Sure, he’s out back by the pool. Come onin.”

“Thanks somuch.”

I follow her through the house. Mickey brought me here when he first signed me. Back then, he sat me down on the couch in his living room, gave me a glass of whisky, and he asked me what familymeant.

I told him family meant sacrifice and loyalty. He said he agreed. He said he’d sacrifice for me, and he’d always be loyal to me, if only I wanted to join his family. That wasn’t so long ago, but I bought his bullshit, utterly and completely. Maybe I’m stupid for being trusting, but you can’t get anywhere in this world without trusting some people. I thought Mickey was one of those people, but maybenot.

I keep my anger in check, at least until we get out back. Mickey’s alone out there, his children nowhere to be seen. He’s sunning himself, the fucking bastard, and smoking a cigar. In fact, he looks pretty at peace and content, despite the fact that my shit is inshambles.

“Mickey,” I say, walking out toward him. His wife shuts the door softly behindme.

He sits up, surprised. “Jackson, baby, what’re you doinghere?”

“We need to talk.” I walk over and stand over him, my arms crossed. I can see a little fear in his expression, and I don’t blame him. I’m a big man. I could tear him to pieces withease.

“What’s going on? You don’t normally make housecalls.”

“Only in specialcircumstances.”

He smiles and laughs nervously. “You’re freaking me out here,kid.”

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