Page 70 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
Well.I tried to close my legs, but he’d already snuck between them again.
“What?You mad at that?”
With a hastened debate, I decided not to be.I didn’t want to be a mother again.Not that raising Zoe was awful, but because of her age, and my age, and heck, to be utterly honest with myself, I was looking forward to life after twenty-four-seven mom life.Zoe would always be my baby, but part of the deal was making sure she became a functional adult.I hadn’t had that option.I was seventeen, sold, raped, a fugitive, then a mom so quickly, I didn’t know that life.
Jackson leaned over and kissed my breast.He settled his chin between them and stared at me.“You with me?”
I nodded.“I’m with you.”
“Good.”His lips locked onto my nipple and sucked just hard enough to send a wave of lust through me.I arched into his attack and relished in the ecstasy.
In reward, his fingers pinched at the other tit, and that was even better.But most of all, his crotch pressed hard against mine and with the right upward rock of my hips, I aligned with his shaft and worked against it, spreading a rush to every part of my system.
He broke the suction and reached down to insert himself.In a masterful thrust, he seated inside me.
I moaned.
He clapped his hand over my mouth and pumped into me furiously.“Shh, Kate.Hold it in.”
I tried.He wasn’t making it easy with the hard slide of his dick in and out of my pussy.I was lighting up from the inside as his neck turned red.
“Hold on to it.I’m almost there.”
I was, too.I gripped his waist and tugged with each inward thrust, adding the silent urge to pound into me harder.
His hand slipped from my mouth and planted on the desk by my head.I gasped for air, but kept the keening demand to scream locked deep inside.“Soon, harder, but soon.”
“Oh, Kate.”His words strangled, and he sunk deep and hung there, his fingers grasping my shoulder and hip almost painfully.Connected as we were, the pressure of his body against mine, and the frantic cacophony of my nerves, all of it combined with the heady memories of our nights and this one.My body clamped onto his, throwing me into an orgasm so hard I almost forgot to be quiet.A tiny cry of ecstasy squeezed out, and I held my breath to ride it to the final throbbing bliss too many years denied.
Over me, Jackson grunted.His eyes met mine.But there was a madman inside, not the collected leader who made plans.This was the wild soul that lived inside him.Glorious and untamed, unleashing itself in the twitching pulses of his cock.
We were breathless and Jackson’s body bent over mine.His grip relaxed, and he followed the collapse of strength down, barely catching himself above my body.“Fuck.It’s been too long for us.”
I had nothing profound to say to that, because it had been too long.“Next time we’ll last longer.”
He laughed in a quiet gust.“Next time, we’ll be in a bed.Promise.”
I ran my hand down his sweat-slicked neck.“What’s that over there?”
He looked to his left.“Damn, part of a bed.”His smile was contagious.But my quiet laughter caused him to slip out.I regretted it instantly.
It had been too long.And I needed more as soon as possible.
“I’ll be right back.You’re on the side against the wall, got it?”
A memory resurfaced.“That way, they shoot you first?”
He stopped, his grin uncertain.“You remembered?”
I nodded.
Such a bittersweet remembrance.This time, the threat was all too real.But I wasn’t a coward.Logistically, a bullet would pass right through Jackson’s body shield and into me.Which was exactly how I wanted it.If he went down, I’d be right there with him.“Against the wall, got it.”I smiled at him to convince him this was all going to be okay.
I lied.
But we both knew I did, so it didn’t count.
Chapter 21
