Page 17 of Jackson's Redemption
Never fucked a woman who didn’t want me to fuck her.
Which meant I was in control and, right now, that control felt pretty strong. I had always been good at identifying my weaknesses then shoring my defenses against them.
“Yes. I am.”
“Get your stuff. Let’s go.”
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Kate
We were in his truck heading north. We weren’t on any road, more of a narrow trail that I felt, at any moment, would run out on us. The trees and brush were heavy on either side of the path.
“We can’t possibly drive all the way to the cabin,” I said finally as the brush seemed to close in on us.
“No, this trail ends about five miles south of where we need to be.”
“Five miles. That’s a hike.”
He looked over at me. “I think you can handle it.”
Was that a reference to the fact that he’d seen my body last night and knew I was in decent shape?
Don’t go there!
It was hard not to, though. Images kept flashing through my mind. Sensations coming back to me over and over again. The feel of his beard against my neck, the dense patch of hair at his groin as it brushed against my ass. No manscaping for this guy.
It had been like getting tapped by a bear. And my god, it had felt so amazing. I bit my bottom lip thinking I should probably thank him for the best sex of my life but, obviously, I was the one who had put the pin in that particular conversation.
“How come you never married?”
The question sort of blew me out of the water. Again, it sounded like it was coming from some place of familiarity.
“On your profile. You said single, never married. Just curious. Unless we’re not allowed to talk on this hunting excursion.”
Because all the rules were mine and he had to follow them. I knew that was the position I had put him in, and I realized it made me a little bit of a bitch. It would bother me if he thought that about me.
“Of course we can talk. It would be nice even if we could be friends.” I said.
He grunted. I interpreted that as doubtful.
“The easy answer is I just never met the right guy,” I told him. “As a cop I was around other cops and dating the people I worked with wasn’t easy. Where I worked it was still a boys’ club. I was excluded. Which usually pissed me off. The minute a cop I was dating took his brothers’ backs over mine, I was done with him. I dated an accountant for a year, but in the end, he wanted me to quit the force before we got married. Didn’t want to have children with a cop. I wasn’t ready to do that, so it ended.”
He nodded.
“What about you?”
He grunted.
I easily translated that to mean he thought I was joking. “I’m serious. How long have you been up here?”
“Three years.”
“And before that?”
“All over the world. Anywhere we’re pulling oil out of the ground. This is probably the longest I’ve been in any one place since I started working. That alone doesn’t make me the best husband material.”
“That alone. You mean there are other things?”
