Page 28 of Jacked and Jaded

“Nothing.” He pushed her hands out of the way and unbuttoned her shirt, helping her get it off. Now that she was naked, she fought to keep from covering herself. She wanted to squirm as his eyes roamed her body from top to bottom, his expression getting darker the longer he looked. She thought maybe he didn’t like her body, until he said, “I’m going to kill that motherfucker. Slowly. For what he did to you.”

It was then, she realized he was pissed about her bruises. She turned in the mirror and got her first look at the damage Clint inflicted while he kicked her. She’d gotten stuck with the amount of damage done to her face and hadn’t bothered to look any further. Seeing this, she understood his anger. Squinting her eyes at her reflection, she could’ve sworn she saw a shoe print. Damn. The first time he sees her naked in years and she’s beaten and bruised. Honestly, she never thought that he’d see her naked again under any circumstances. In her dreams, seeing Jackson again for the first time since she’d left Redemption did not go anything like this.

“Hey. Look at me, baby.” His hand at her chin, he turned her eyes to him. “The bruises piss me off, but I can see your beautiful body underneath.”

Her head jerked. Did she hear him right? Did he say she had a beautiful body? And did he just call her baby? She’d thought he’d said it earlier but figured it was her imagination due to her pain medication or maybe her wishful thinking. Oh, wait, maybe he’d been drinking and he hadn’t realized he’d said it.

“Have you been drinking?” She frowned.

“No.” He chuckled and stepped back so he could start stripping his own clothes off. He toed off his boots, then pulled his shirt over his head and lastly he shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped out.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was strangled as she asked him and her eyes had to be bugging out of her head.

“Getting undressed. Not gonna wear my clothes in the shower.”

“What?! I can shower by myself.” She couldn’t get in the shower with him. No way. It was way too intimate. He might not have any feelings for her, but she’d never stopped loving him. If she would’ve told him that she was in love with him back then, he’d have blown it off as a crush, despite the fact that she was twenty years old at the time.

“I’m not arguing. Your mom will be here soon. Let’s get in there. I’ll help you wash your hair and you can wash all the good parts. How about that?” He herded her toward the shower, not giving her a choice.

“Fine.” She stepped into the shower and groaned out loud at the feel of the hot water running over her sore body. One by one the tension left her sore, tight muscles. She tried her best not to get her cast under the water despite it being wrapped, holding it up and out to the side, out of the direct spray of water. The shower door closed behind her and she felt Jackson’s naked body bump up against her back.

“Turn around and get your hair wet.” The sound of his deep voice was all scratchy and caused goosebumps to break out everywhere. If he noticed his effect on her, he didn’t show it.

Calliope did as she was told. The faster they did this, the faster she could get out and away from him and put more distance between them. Awkwardly, she was trying to figure out what to do with her casted arm, raising it, lowering it, moving it in front of her, between them. Jackson snorted and decided for her. He grabbed her arm and settled it on his shoulder. As he tipped her head back, she closed her eyes against the splash, enjoying the feel of his hands working through her hair to get it all wet. Once he felt he’d gotten it all, he turned the shower head so that it was hitting the side of the stall, turned her around and began shampooing her hair. She moaned at the feel of his strong fingers messaging her scalp while he lathered her up. Damn. It felt really good. It felt amazing.

Was it wrong for her to enjoy the feel of his big, strong hands? It should be. Especially, since she still had feelings for him and she knew from past experience that he didn’t have any for her. Being naked and in such close proximity, they couldn’t help but bump into each other. Uh, oh. She froze and her body tensed. Was that his dick that just poked her in the hip? A very hard dick? Her face flushed as she fought the urge to turn around and see for herself.

“All right. Let’s rinse.” Her eyes were still closed as he spun her around, throwing her off balance. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed onto the only thing she could latch on to, the closest thing to her hand to keep from tipping backward. As it turned out, she grabbed his dick, causing him to hiss through clenched teeth.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” She slammed her eyes closed before she gave into the temptation to let her gaze drop down to see if it was exactly as she remembered.

“You gonna let go of that or you planning on doing something with it?”

Her eyes flew open and down, realizing she still held his magnificent cock in her hand. She released it so quickly and stepped back, she slipped and would’ve fallen if he hadn’t grabbed her by the upper arms.

“Easy. You’re gonna fall and bust your ass if you don’t settle down.” He let her go and turned the shower head back toward them so he could rinse the shampoo out of her thick hair. It felt like it took forever and then not long enough.

It was official, she’d lost her damn mind.

“There you go. Here’s the soap so you can wash whatever you want. I’m going to wash my hair.” He traded places with her which wasn’t easy. The space was small and he made sure not to bump into her injured ribs, but that damn fine hard dick of his kept poking her and taunting her.

Luckily, they both made quick work with the rest of their shower and got out. He dried her off first, then himself. He then pulled her out to his room and grabbed two t-shirts out of his drawer. His shirt was way too big on her and made it easier to pull on over her head and cast. Looking down, it came to mid-thigh, and she saw it fit like a nightgown. She watched as he slipped his shirt on, then went to drop his towel. “Oh my gosh.” She closed her eyes quickly so she wasn’t staring at his naked dick.

Jackson laughed. “I don’t know why you’re closing your eyes. You’ve seen me naked before and weren’t you just hanging on to it like a pull toy a few minutes ago?”

“Oh my God.” Calliope groaned, her head tipped back and dropped her hand on her forehead. Yes. She had indeed been holding his dick in her hand just moments ago. And it was everything she remembered from the night they’d spent together.

“All done.”

She opened her eyes to see Jackson smirking back at her. He had on a t-shirt and gym shorts. Was it her imagination or could she see the outline of his dick? Her stomach did a fluttery thing and she jerked her eyes back up to his face. She had to quit looking at his crotch area. What was wrong with her? He was smiling outright at her this time, one brow arched knowingly. “Like what you see?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he added, “I did.”

What? Was he saying he liked her body even though she was covered in bruises? If he was, why? Why now after all this time would he be flirting with her? She was so confused. Maybe her pain meds were messing with her mind.

“Have a seat on the bed and let me comb out your hair.”

She followed his directions and went to the corner of the bed. With her good hand and using her leg muscles, she eased herself down. If she kept this up for much longer, her thighs were going to be screaming at her. She thought she’d been in shape, but now she wasn’t so sure. If getting herself up and down a few times had her muscles burning like this, what in the world was she going to do in a few more days?

Jackson came back out and took a seat behind her, so that she was sitting between his legs.

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