Page 51 of Jacked and Jaded

“Dad!” Ryker’s voice was coming closer. Jackson had just enough time to pull Calliope back down onto his lap before his son appeared on the other side of the table.

“Can I pwease go outside?”

Jackson’s head was in the middle of Calliope’s back and he was still coming. He couldn’t answer Ryker right now without shouting at him. He was squeezing Calliope’s hips so tight, he was sure he’d be leaving bruises. Thank God she recognized his predicament and answered for him. “Why don’t you go use the bathroom and your dad will meet you at the back door?”

“Okay, Liope.” He heard his son’s footsteps disappearing down the hall. He was finally able to relax and take a deep breath. The feel of Calliope’s body vibrating under his head alerted him to the fact she was laughing. He pulled her to his chest and nibbled her neck. “Think it’s funny, huh?”

“Yes,” she burst into loud laughter. “I can’t believe he came in here while you were still coming.”

“Yeah. It was hysterical.” He couldn’t help but laugh along with her. It had been all his idea, so he had no one to blame but himself for getting caught. He just thanked his lucky stars that he got to come or he would’ve had the worst case of blue balls he’d ever seen. “You’re gonna have to get up so I can let Ryker out the back door.” He eased her off his still hard cock. The sight of his and Calliope’s release oozing out of her pussy had him groaning again. “Fuck. If you don’t move it, we’ll be doing it again.”

Calliope stepped to the side and smoothed her dress down her legs. He was just getting to his feet and was going to stuff himself back in his pants, when she bent over and licked his cock clean. “Hells bells, woman. Wasn’t it your teasing that got us into this mess to begin with?”

“Oh, sure, blame it on me,” Calliope joked. She leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. “I need to go clean up.”

Jackson watched her ass as she left the kitchen and felt his dick twitch. “Settle down. You’re gonna get us in trouble,” he told his dick. He went to the sink, wet a paper towel and washed himself off so he wouldn’t feel sticky all afternoon. He zipped his pants and went to the back door. He was surprised that he’d beaten Ryker. It was another couple of minutes before his son came walking his direction. “What took you so long, bud?”

“I had to poop.”

“Oh, well, okay.” That’s what Jackson got for asking. He unlocked the door and let Ryker outside. His son immediately went to his rug and started playing with his cars and bikes.

He went back inside and pulled a beer out of the fridge, then took a seat at the table outside so he could keep an eye on his boy. The yard was surrounded by a six-foot white fence, but it was nice to be able to sit and watch him play. Plus, he was pretty wiped out from trying to fuck his woman with neither of them allowed to make any noises. He looked up when Calliope slid the door open and joined him at the table. She had a thoroughly satisfied, well fucked look to her and he couldn’t help but feel his chest puff up at the knowledge that he was the one that did that to her.

“What are you smirking so big about?” she asked as she took a seat.

“Just admiring that well fucked look on your face.” He thought it was funny when her cheeks blushed. His gaze dropped to her lap, then returned to her face. “You still not wearing any panties?”

She snorted. “No, I had to put some on so I wouldn’t be sitting in a mess the rest of the day.”

“What’s wrong with sitting in my mess?” he teased.

“It’ll leave a big wet spot on the back of my dress. Everyone will think I peed my pants or that I’m leaking your stuff.” She watched to make sure Ryker wasn’t paying attention to their conversation.

Jackson threw his head back and laughed so hard, he thought he was going to cry. When he was able to get himself under control, he changed the subject. “What prompted your friend’s visit?”

“Oh. Well. Get this. I called today when I realized I hadn’t talked to her since before all this started with Clint and I have a new number that she doesn’t have. After she was done chewing me out for not keeping in contact with her and for having to find out what Clint did to me on the news, she told me her store was gutted by a fire a few days ago.”

“What? Really? What do they think caused the fired?” Jackson took a drink of his beer and set it down.

“I don’t know what the official word is, but Bellamy says she thinks Clint was behind it.”

Jackson stopped with the bottle halfway to his mouth. “Come again?”

“You heard me right. She said he’d been coming in asking her where I was and she kept telling him she didn’t know. The last time, he told her if she didn’t tell him, she would regret it. The next morning her business was burned.”

“Fucking son of bitch,” Jackson mumbled under his breath. He was sure Calliope heard him, but he didn’t want to alarm his son by yelling it like he wanted to or by throwing his bottle of beer against the wall.

He had to give it to Clint, though, the man had balls. The problem was, he liked to show how big they were by hurting women. It seemed like he was always fucking with women. This was going to end, sooner rather than later. His patience was gone. He didn’t care if he had to drive to the man’s house, wait for him to leave, run him off the road and kidnap him, it was going to end. Now.

Clint was going to regret the day he ever met Calliope Reynolds.

15

Jackson was having fun following Calliope and her friend, Bellamy, through the throngs of people visiting Redemption Days. She was still wearing the summer dress he’d fucked her in earlier and he was having the damnedest time focusing on anything other than the sway of her sweet ass. He needed to quit thinking about it or he was going to be forced to pull her off somewhere in the dark and fuck her again. He didn’t think having Bellamy and Ryker with them would give him the opportunity to make it happen.

He wasn’t sure what the two of them were talking about, but they both turned around at the same time and looked at him. He’d been busted staring at his woman’s ass again. One side of his mouth kicked up along with one brow, not the least bit upset that he’d been caught.

“If you’d quit staring at your woman’s ass and start scouting out the kiddie rides, it would be nice,” Trick harassed him from the side. He had his kids tonight and decided to tagalong with Jackson since he had his son as well. Right now Ryker was sitting on his shoulders and kept putting his hands over Jackson’s eyes as he tried to hold on to his head. Unable to see half the time, he took both of his son’s hands and clasped them in his own. There. Now he could see.

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