Page 46 of Jacked and Jaded

With her back to the stream of water, her eyes closed, her hand smoothed down the front of her stomach with one destination in mind. The tips of her fingers barely made contact with her clit before she was gasping in need. Her fingers circled her clit a couple of times before dipping into her dripping pussy. She moaned at the feel of working herself closer to the edge. She pumped two fingers back inside, gathered some of her juices and circled her clit again. “Ohh, God,” she whispered hoarsely.

She was picturing Jackson on his knees in front of her eating her pussy until she came apart on his face. He’d done just that last night, as he had her spread out on his bed. He’d feasted until he’d gotten his fill, then moved on to fucking her hard with his cock, ringing two more orgasms out of her before he let her sleep. The feel of cool air rushing across her wet body gave her a chill. Her eyes opened to find a naked Jackson joining her under the water.

He gripped her wrist tightly in his hand and pulled it away from her throbbing pussy. She gasped at being caught, but quickly forgot about being embarrassed as he spun her around. He bent her forward far enough to line up his cock and enter her in one swift thrust. “We have to make this quick.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, bracing herself on one hand while trying to keep the other one out of the water.

“Did you honestly think you could throw down that challenge and I wouldn’t answer it?” Jackson reached around and groped her tits. He squeezed and kneaded before he pinched her sensitive nipples, smiling against her neck when she hissed in pleasure.

“What about Ryker?”

“I’ve got Ryker watching a Disney movie,” he whispered hoarsely against her neck. “Won’t last long. His attention wanders.” He pulled back and thrust deep.

“Oh, God.” Calliope shuddered. “Fuck me harder.”

Jackson didn’t have to be told twice. He was a man on a mission. He pulled back and thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt, over and over, setting a relentless pace. The man was determined to make her come as quickly as possible. One hand left her breast and slipped between her legs, homing in on her clit. He worked it just as quick and just as hard as he was fucking her. “I can feel you tightening on my cock already, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“Oh my God. Jackson, I’m so close.” There was something she needed to ask Jackson, but for the life of her couldn’t figure out what at the moment.

“Come for me, baby.” He pulled and twisted her nipple at the same time he bit into her neck. That, along with the way he was working her clit and pounding into her, was exactly what she needed to push her over the edge. She came screaming his name. He turned her head far enough that he could catch her scream with his kiss, hoping Ryker wouldn’t hear them and come investigate. He pulled his mouth away and pumped three more times before he was groaning her name into her neck. Once every last drop was spilled from his release, he slowed his thrusts until he stopped completely. He still had his face buried in her neck as his arms wrapped tightly around her body. The sound of their labored breathing seemed loud in the small, confined space.

Thank God, he was holding on to her. After that body wracking orgasm, her legs felt like Jell-O and wasn’t sure she’d be able to support her own weight at this point. If this was the way he dealt with challenges, Calliope just might have to challenge him more often.

Jackson slowly pulled his softening cock out of her. He kissed her neck and her cheek, then turned her around, pulling her head to his chest. She could hear his heart beating as hard and as fast as her own. She loved knowing she could do this to him. She prayed that if she gave this a shot with him, he didn’t change his mind somewhere down the road. Walking away from him a second time would be forever and it would kill her.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Calliope pulled her head back so she could see his face. Was he serious? Just like that? After all these years and bam! He wants her to move in with him?

“Move in with me.” Jackson’s expression told her he was serious. His eyes never left hers as he waited for an answer.

“Don’t you think me moving in is awful fast? I mean we haven’t even talked in three years until you came to the hospital.” Jackson’s arms dropped from around her and she felt the loss immediately.

“No. I don’t think it’s too fast. We have known each other for years. We were friends until I fucked things up between us. We both know this is where things are heading. Wearegoing to be together. Why waste more time dancing around each other when we both know this is what we want?” Jackson eased her out of the way so he could wash his hair while he waited for her to reply.

“Well, I,” she stopped. She couldn’t think of a good argument. She needed to come up with an argument. Didn’t she?

Jackson rinsed his hair, then traded places with her again. “Finish up and come out to the kitchen. I’ll make you breakfast.” He stepped out of the shower, quickly closing the door behind him. He reached in the cabinet for a towel and dried off. She watched in fascination. The man appeared to be built out of stone. All hard muscles covered in soft, dark hair. She watched as his hand swiped down his broad hair-covered chest, following the line that led down his stomach and arrowed toward his dick. She sighed heavily as she focused on that particular area. Even soft, it was something to admire.

“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to have to fuck you and I don’t think we could go another round without Ryker interrupting us. And the next time we fuck, I’m taking my time. This quick, hard fuck was amazing, but I didn’t get the chance to show your body all the attention I want.” He tossed the wet towel on the counter, then reached for another towel and placed it within easy reach for Calliope. He slipped out of the bathroom and left her to it.

Holy shit the man was hot. She reached for her conditioner and went about applying it to her hair. Her eyes were closed, but she could still see him drying himself off all over again. Who knew something so simple could be so sexy? She especially liked the way he dried off his thick, naked dick. Naked dick! Oh no! They didn’t use a condom! That’s what she forgot to ask him before he muddled her mind with amazing sex.

Living with Clint, she’d went behind his back and gotten the birth control shot, so the threat of pregnancy wasn’t an issue. She did need to talk to him about possible STDs. She needed to know if he had he always wrapped up every time he’d been with a woman. She wasn’t naive enough to believe he never had sex. The thing that worried her was the number of women he’d been with. Plus, he did forget to glove up with Zoey, so there was a possibility he might have forgotten other times. She knew she was safe because they’d checked for STDs when she’d been in the hospital. Having been raped, it was one of the first things they would have wanted to test for.

After rinsing her hair, she got out, dried off and got dressed. Sometime today, she needed to talk to Jackson.

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Calliope was getting antsy. It had been four weeks since Clint beat her bad enough to land her in the hospital, and other than that one time he tried to visit her in the hospital, she hadn’t heard anything out of him. Jackson was convinced it was a matter of time before Clint tried something, so she continued to stay at his house, only venturing out occasionally. In both instances, she always had someone with her, either Jackson or someone else from the club.

She was tired of looking over her shoulder. She told Jackson it felt like she was living half a life. He said he understood and asked her to be patient a little longer. He told her men like her ex did not do well with losing. They hated it and would do anything in their power to get the upper hand again. He wasn’t willing to bet her life to prove he was right.

As far as she knew, Jackson was being honest with her when he said they, meaning the club, hadn’t seen him in Redemption. She asked if he thought that was strange and he said no. Clint had a restraining order against him and he was going to pretend to go along with it for a while. When he figured the heat wasn’t as heavy on him, Clint would do something. And when he did, Jackson and the Sons of Redemption were going to take care of it. When he said it like that, she knew exactly what he meant and she didn’t have a problem with it at all. As long as she got to face him one more time before they finished him, she would be happy. She needed closure. She needed Clint to see that he hadn’t broken her. Until that time, she’d just have to suck it up.

During her time in what she referred to in her own mind as lock up, she’d spent some time with Zoey and they’d come a long way toward getting things back to where they were before Calliope left Redemption and before she found out about Ryker. It still hurt Calliope, but the more time she spent with Jackson’s son, both at Jackson’s and at Zoey’s, the more she fell in love with him. The boy was freaking adorable.

She’d also had the opportunity to meet Zoey’s boyfriend, Carlos Valdez, and had to say the man was perfect for her. It was obvious how much he loved and adored both her and Ryker. Jackson said he saw it, too, and was very happy the man cared for Ryker like he would his own child.

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