Page 57 of Jacked and Jaded

Calliope surprised him as she moved her hands to cup her own breasts and pinched her nipples. Fuck, that was sexy. She bit her lip and rode him faster and harder, until she was panting with the exertion. His woman was usually a very vocal sex partner, but she’d been learning how to be quiet with Ryker around. With Bellamy just down the hall, the need to be quiet was doubly needed right now.

He could feel her inner muscles working all along his cock and had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. “Fuck, baby, you need to come. Now. I can’t hold on much longer.” He gave her clit a good, hard tap and felt her explode. He yanked her head down to bury in his neck to keep her from crying out. He could feel her teeth sink into his neck and he lost it. His release shot out of him so hard, he swore his eyes crossed. Jackson grabbed her hips and held her down on his cock as he road out the last of his orgasm. When his dick quit twitching, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “God, Calliope. I fucking love you.”

He heard and felt her say something against his neck and chuckled, causing her body to jiggle. “What’s that?” He gently pulled her head back so he could see her face.

“I love you, too, Jackson. I always have.”

The way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him through heavy lids, he didn’t doubt for a second how much she loved him. He was finding, now that he let himself admit how much he felt for her, he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to be touching her constantly whenever she was within reach. It made his heart happy at the thought of having this feeling for her for the rest of his life and knowing she returned the same feelings.

A sound came over the monitor and he knew their time was up. Ryker was awake and it was only a matter of time before he was knocking on their door. “As much as I love being tangled up in bed with you, we have to get up. I can hear Ryker moving around and Bellamy probably won’t be far behind him.”

Calliope grumbled about people interrupting her afterglow and he couldn’t help but laugh. He felt the same way. He slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Come on. Move it. You get ready and I’ll start breakfast.”

Jackson got out of bed and got dressed, then pulled his boots on just as Ryker knocked on their door. He opened the door and found his son on the other side, rubbing his eyes. He yawned wider than he thought any little kid could. He scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen. He put him on a chair and ruffled his hair. “What’ll it be for breakfast this morning? Poptarts, French toast, scrambled eggs?”

“Fwench toast.”

“You got it.” Jackson opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of grape juice. He poured a glass for Ryker and set it in front of him. He got the rest of the things he needed to make French toast and got it started. He was just placing Ryker’s plate in front of him when Calliope entered the room.

She walked over and kissed Ryker on the cheek. “Good morning, Ryker.”

“Morning, Liope.” He smiled back at her and reached for the syrup.

“Here. Let me help you. I think the bottle is a little heavy for you.” She picked up the nearly full bottle of syrup and poured enough on his French toast to make him happy but not enough to drown it. She found a knife and cut it up into bite size pieces.

She went straight for the cabinet to find a mug and filled it with coffee. Jackson came up behind her and caught her around the waist. He pulled her in tight and gave her a good morning kiss. He pulled back, satisfied with the look in her eyes. If they didn’t have his son and Bellamy, he’d be tempted to lean her over the table and give her another reason to smile this morning.

“Good morning, all.” Bellamy strolled in dressed like she was getting ready to head into some kind of fancy job in a high-rise office somewhere. She was all decked out in a tight navy blue skirt that hit her below the knees and a navy short-sleeve button-up shirt with a wide red belt. He could admit she was an attractive woman with her highlighted and styled hair and hourglass figure. Her brandy colored eyes framed in black thick lashes was possibly her best feature. No matter how pretty she might be, she didn’t hold a candle to his Calliope.

“Good morning,” Calliope replied. “You want coffee?”

“Yes, please.” She pulled a chair out at the table and took a seat across from Ryker.

“Want some French toast?” Jackson asked, flipping a slice in the pan.

“Seriously? He’s hot, kicked Clint’s butt and can cook?” she asked Calliope, not expecting a reply. “Do you have a brother?”

Calliope laughed and handed her a cup of coffee. “No, he doesn’t have a brother. He’s an only child.”

“Just my luck and yes, I’ll take some French toast.” Bellamy winked at Ryker, gaining a giggle from him.

“Comin’ up.” Jackson fixed enough breakfast for everybody before he took a seat at the table and dug into his. He took a drink of his coffee and wiped his mouth. “I’ve got church this morning and I’m going to drop Ryker off on my way. Zoey said they’re all leaving on vacation by noon.”

“Okay. Bellamy and I are going to search the real estate sites and look for a place for her to set up her new store and hopefully, a house.” She stood and took her plate and Ryker’s to the dishwasher.“

“Chris should be here any minute. If you need to go out anywhere, he goes with you.” He went to put his plate in the dishwasher, then wet a washcloth to wipe Ryker’s face. He always managed to get syrup everywhere and ended up sticky. He made quick work of washing his hands, then tossed the cloth in the sink. “Come on, buddy, let’s get you dressed so you can go on vacation with your mom.”

Jackson took him to his room and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had a picture of a motorcycle on it. He sat on the bed and held the jeans up for him to step into. “Arms up.” He pulled the shirt on and tickled his sides. Ryker laughed and squirmed away. “Find your shoes.” Jackson dug a pair of socks out of his drawer and resumed his seat on the bed. Ryker came running over, tossed the shoes at his dad and jumped on the bed. The shoes might be small, but they still hurt when they hit you. Luckily, Jackson was prepared for this maneuver and blocked them from hitting him. Jackson wrestled his son, first with the socks and then with the shoes.

“Up you go. Teeth.” Ryker thought he could get away and hide under his covers. Unfortunately for his boy, Jackson didn’t have time to play this morning. He pulled him out from under the covers and held him up by his ankles. Ryker squealed and clapped his hands. He took him to the bathroom, found his tiny toothbrush and put some kids flavored toothpaste on it. “Okay. Here you go. Let’s get it done.” Thankfully, his son didn’t fight him on it and made quick work of brushing his tiny little teeth. When he was done he handed him a small glass of water. “Remember. Swish and spit.” Ryker took a drink, swished it around and swallowed it. They were still working on that last part. “All right. Time to go.”

He found Chris already there and helping himself to the coffee pot. “I’m out of here. They’re all yours.” Which translated to “don’t fuck this up” and “protect her with your life.” The prospect knew this and he trusted him to get the job done or he wouldn’t be the one watching over her. He’d have picked one of the other prospects to do it.

He leaned down and gave his woman a kiss. “Bye, baby. I’ll be back in a little while.” Turning to Bellamy and seeing her smiling at them, he said, “Bellamy, you’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you need until you find a place to live.”

“Thanks, Jackson. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He would have preferred riding his bike to the clubhouse, but with Ryker, he was forced to take the truck. He backed out slowly, watching the garage door close before he backed into the street. It took him no time to arrive at Zoey’s. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. “Ryker!” she exclaimed. She always said his name like that, letting him know that she’d missed him while he was away. She leaned down and he launched himself into his mom’s arms and planted a big, wet kiss on her cheek. She let him go and looked at Jackson. “We’ll be heading out in an hour. You can call anytime you want if you want to talk to him.”

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