Page 45 of Jackson

My heart clenched at the nickname.

I kicked my sheets off of me and slid over across the bed, making room for him as he slowly shuffled over to me. “Come lay with me.”

He let out a soft chuckle and made his way over slowly, patting along the bunks until he found mine and lowered himself slowly down onto the mattress.

I backed my body up into his the moment his arms came around me, pulling me back against his chest while he buried his face into my neck. I felt him breathe in deeply, his body slowly relaxing.

“I missed you,” I whispered in the dark.

Jackson squeezed me. “I missed you more. You feeling okay?”

I nodded. “Better than okay.”

He chuckled again and kissed a line from my neck up to my jaw. “I love the sound of that.”

I traced my fingers along his hand tucked against my chest, feeling the way the tendons flexed under his skin and the pronounced veins that soon disappeared at his forearm. I had half a mind to tell him to pull down my pants but I knew I was still way too sore for that. After going years without sex, my pent up frustrations weren’t letting me off that easily.

Jackson moved his hand from my waist to slip under the band of my pants, almost as if reading my mind. He fisted it around my half-hard cock and stroked lazily, breathing out slowly as he buried his face into my neck again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled.

I swallowed, his words, coupled with the sparks of pleasure from his hand moving on me, created a pit of heat that settled low in my gut.

“Jax?”

He hummed softly.

“Do you care? About what I did?”

I hadn’t meant for that to be the question that I wanted to ask him—in actuality, I’d wanted to ask him about his life, to get to know him better, but instead, my stupid mouth had letthat oneslip out instead.

His hand didn’t pause at all in its movements. His lazy stroking continued as he said, “No.”

My gut clenched. “Why not?”

Instead of answering me, he shifted us backward, pulling me along with him as he leaned until he was flat on his back. Tightening his hold around my waist, he scooted me closer, enough until I could comfortably rest the back of my head against his chest. This position gave me room to let my legs fall apart, the motion of his hands tenting my pants more prominent.

I groaned at the feeling of his hand moving on my cock, letting my eyes fall closed.

Goddamn,he know how to work his hand. It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of the rolling pleasure boiling inside of my veins.

“If he wasn’t already dead, Ayen, I would’ve left tonight to go find him,” came Jackson’s easy response.

My eyes snapped open. “What?”

“You already took care of that though, so.”

“No, I didn’t.”

His hand slowed until it stopped. “What do you mean?”

I shifted my head to the other side in order to glance up at him. “He’s not dead. I was charged with attempted murder in the second degree.”

“Second de—? It was self defense?”

I sighed and sat up, grabbing his arm and yanking it out of my pants. So much for just spending the night with him and relaxing. Of course I had to be the dumbass that brought this subject up.

Twisting around, I moved until I was hovering over him, surprised when he pulled me back down to lay on his chest while his arms came to wrap tightly around me again. His hand found its way into my hair, gently moving through the tangled strands.

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