Page 33 of Jackson's Redemption
“Promises, promises!”
Naked, I tried not to think about the chill in the air. I grabbed the already wet washcloth and got to work. Once I was clean and dry, I glanced at him again. He was staring directly at me.
“You’re supposed to be on look-out,” I reminded him.
He did a quick scan of the area, but then his eyes came back to me. Almost like he couldn’t look away.
I peeked over my shoulder and saw a large flat rock. I sashayed, which was code forcome get it, over to the rock and laid myself out on the hard stone. I had my hands over my head, my back arched. My goal was to look like a siren, even while I was freezing my ass off.
But if this worked, I figured he would get me pretty warm pretty quick.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you?” I called up to him. “All you have to do is come down here and get some.”
“No. And you’re embarrassing Mountain Man.”
I lifted my head and sure enough there was a man, at least two inches taller than Jackson, standing next to him. Huge, with long, dark hair and a full-face beard that reached his chest. I wasn’t totally convinced he wasn’t a bear, but Jackson didn’t seem alarmed.
I shrieked. And immediately crossed one arm over my boobs, while my hand tried to cover my lady parts. I crab-walked over to my clothes all while shouting up at him.
“Tell him to turn around!”
I had to drop my arms to pick up my clothes so I decided seeing my backside was better than seeing my front side. I threw on my T-shirt first because it would at least cover most of me.
I found my panties and pulled them on then quickly stepped into the jeans I had been wearing.
Covered now, I dared to glance at the two men. Mountain Man was gone, but Jackson was…
Jackson was laughing. Hand over his stomach, bent over laughing. I watched as he wiped the tears out of his eyes.
I wanted to be so mad at him. For not giving me a warning. For embarrassing me. But all of it fell away when I saw him laugh. I used to wonder if there was any lightness in him, now I knew there was. And I think it was all for me.
8
Later that night
Kate
“Let me see it, Kate. Let me see you work for it.”
God, his voice when he said those things. He was laying back on the bad and I was on top of him. He wouldn’t grip my hips or my ass. He just played with my breasts while I worked myself on him.
I tried to remind myself that this used to be my favorite position. Where I had all the control and could just grind away until I came. It occurred to me then how isolated I had been in my sex life. Even when I was with a partner, it had been more about getting off than it had been about connecting with someone.
Men, in general, had an easier time with it, so I always assumed it was okay to take care of myself and let the man I was with do whatever he needed to satisfy himself.
With Jackson everything was different. With him all I could think about was what would please him, what would give him enjoyment. What would take away the pain that he would never verbalize but I knew was there. I wanted that for him because that’s what he’d given me.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he groaned as he kneaded my breasts, this thumbs swiping over both nipples. “These fucking tits. I want to come on these tits so fucking bad.”
Yes, I wanted that for him. So even though I was twisting my hips, working myself down on his massive erection, I had no interest in my orgasm. Only his.
“You’re not getting there, Kate. Need you to get there,” he growled.
He had no clue. I was so there. Taking him in, deep and steady. My nipples now too sensitive so that any time he touched them it was like sharp bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I didn’t know how far off my orgasm was, but I didn’t care. I could feel his thighs tense under my hands where I was gripping him.
Yes, I thought.Yes. Come and just enjoy it.
Except, he sat up, gripping me behind my neck, forcing me to open my eyes so that I could see his face in the dim cabin lighting.
