Page 57 of Jackson

That sound was music to my damn ears.

He brushed his hands over my pecs with his gentle touches all the way down to where my jeans were belted. He rubbed me over top of the material, making my cock jerk against my leg where it was pinned inside of my pants.

I pulled away from our kiss, nipping him until I reached his ear again. “Tease.”

He chuckled softly.

Letting go of his cock, I pulled my hand out from his pants and moved it around to the small of his back, getting ready to lift him up and pull him into my lap.

Before I could though, Ayen’s shifted his hand from where he had been rubbing me through my jeans and slipped it into my pocket in order to tease me some more. I groaned when he brushed the fabric of my pocket against the sensitive tip of my cock while retrieving something from it.

I was barely paying attention to anything other than getting him flustered and naked under me and it wasn’t until his body stiffened under me that I was broken out of my own haze.

Ayen shoved an elbow at my chest, practically knocking me right off of the bed from the force of it. At the last second, I grabbed onto the lip of the top bunk to catch myself. “Baby?—”

“W-What thehell isthis?”

As soon as I turned to look at him again, my entire body froze. Pinched between his fingers was the folded over sticker of the visitor pass I’d been given yesterday by CWI.

His hand was shaking, eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at it.

Fuuuck!

“Ayen, listen. I can explain.” A stabbing pain shot through my chest when he skittered away from my outstretched hand, lunging off of the bed in order to press himself against the wall farthest away from me.

“Why do you have this?”

“Baby…” I lifted off of the bunk.

“Why do you have this!” His eyes were filling with tears again, although this time it wasn’t out of pleasure.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

How could I explain any of that to him?

My heart knocked against my ribcage. “Ayen...”

He took in two shuddering breaths before he said, “Did you visit him?”

I nodded. There was no point in lying when he was holding the evidence right in his hand. I didn’t want to, anyway, although I would’ve rather he found out about this much differently.

Going to visit his ex-husband had been eye opening, more so than I could’ve ever imagined before stepping into that situation.

Ayen was shaking his head, mumbling ‘no’ over and over again.

“It’s okay.” My voice was soft as I spoke. “Nothing’s changed.”

“Did you see him?”

I hesitated before nodding again, imploring him with my gaze, begging him to try to understand.

He let out a pitiful sob and slowly slid down the wall until he collapsed onto the ground. My instincts were screaming to go to him, to pull him up into my arms and rock him until his grief passed.

What I saw in that care facility had been shocking, but not because it had been caused at the hands of Ayen. True disgusthad filled me when I saw the man who had abused my baby bird for so long was being well taken care of by the staff there with, presumably, his parents’ money lining their pockets.

The anger I felt, the unadulterated rage, was a feeling I’d only ever felt one other time in my life before, and that had been at Carter’s funeral where I’d witnessed my dad shedding a single tear over his casket while it was being lowered into the dirt.

Ayen’s ex didn’t deserve to have a healthy amount of weight on him, or to be clean and smelling fresh when I’d approached him in his wheelchair, or the privilege of being able to stare out the window where a bird feeder was hanging to entertain what little was left of his mind.

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