Page 31 of Walk Thru The Fire

Once we were done, we each went our separate way. The entire ride home I was in my head about me and Jackson. He had every right to feel the way that he did because I left him no choice. He showed and proved that he was more than man enough to take care of me and Jace as well as protect us, and I put us at risk by not believing in him. I definitely had to make it better. By the time I made it back home, I had made up in my mind that I was done doubting Jackson and let him do his thing.

After I let myself in, I didn’t see him downstairs, so I ventured up the stairs. When I made it to the room, I heard music playing. Opening the door, I was taken aback by the display in front of me. The floor was littered with rose petals leading up to the bed. Next to the bed was a tray with champagne and strawberries. I simpered at the gesture.

“You like it?” I jumped at the sound of Jackson’s deep voice coming from behind me. I didn’t see him downstairs, so I assumed he was up here.

“Where did you come from?” I asked as he neared me.

“Garage. I was tryna get rid of these boxes before you got back.” He pulled me into his arms once he crossed the room. “You ain’t answer my question. Do you like it?”

“I do, but what’s all this for? I thought we were going out?”

“Change of plans, baby.” I frowned. “And before you start, it ain’t got shit to do with us not going out. I wanted to do some intimate shit for you. You know, to show how I’m feeling and shit.” he smirked.

I scanned the room and simpered. He really did put in a lot of effort. “Who helped you with this?”

Rearing his head back, he looked offended. “How you figure I’ain do this shit myself,” he countered, causing me to give him a ‘okay, nigga’ look. “Aight,” he chuckled. “Buck helped me with the shit.” My eyes damn near popped out my head at themention of Buck helping him. “Don’t look like that. The nigga ain’t that bad.”

“I’m not saying that. I’m just…baffled.”

“Don’t be.” He pulled me closer to him. “As bad as I wanted to take you out and show you off, I wanted to get back to us more. I wanted to remind you why you gave a nigga a chance in the first place.” He placed a kiss on my lips that damn near took my breath away.

“That’s not all,” he asserted. “I want you and Jace to move in with me. I know we’re damn near inseparable now, but I want that shit every day. I want to fall asleep between them thick ass thighs and wake up the same way. I even wanna use my best stepdaddy voice when Jace gets out of line.” We both laughed at that statement because the few times he tried to be tough with Jace, it hurt him more than anything.

“You really want me to move in with you?” I asked.

He nodded. “I do.”

I searched his eyes to see if I could find any hint of doubt, and I couldn’t find one.

“This seems to work perfect with what I had in mind for when I got back.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that, mama?” He was now backing me up toward the bed. I knew I had all of ten seconds to tell him what I had on my mind, or it would be null and void.

“I was coming home to show you how much I appreciate the man that you are for me and Jace.” His brow hiked.

“Oh, yeah?” He lowered me to the bed and hovered over me.

I nodded.

“Shit. Come, show me then.” He placed the most sensual kiss on my lips that ignited every nerve in my body. That night seemed to be the start of our new beginning, and I had not one single complaint about it either.

17

Chapter Seventeen

Stacks

The movers were set to come and move the rest of Kasha’s things today. I had Buck and Stone come help me move the boxes and typical Buck complained the whole damn time. The only thing they had to move now were the heavy shit. That was going to a storage unit anyway until we could figure out what to do with it.

“What time did you say the movers would be here?” I had my head in the phone when Kasha stepped out of the bathroom. I don’t even know what she said, because soon as I heard her voice, all my senses vanished. I let my eyes scan her thick frame as she sauntered to her dresser with nothing but her bra and panties on. She knew what she was doing and was gone getexactly what she was looking for, too. I threw my phone on the bed and had her locked between the dresser and my body in no time.

“Jackson, move,” she whined.

“Hell, nah. You knew what you were doing coming out there like that. Fuck you wanted me to do? Admire you from afar or some shit?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I attacked her neck.

“Jackson,” she whined again.

“Wassup? You calling my name like you want me to fuck you, Kash. That’s what you want?” I slipped my hand down her panties and bit my bottom lip. “Damn,” I grumbled. “You really tryna get fucked for real, huh?” Without waiting for a response, I turned her around, pulled her panties to the side and slid inside of her before my actions registered.

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