Page 12 of Jackson's Redemption
He grunted then, looked away from me like he had to think about it, which was slightly offensive. As if he had to think about whether or not I was worthy.
I should have rescinded my offer right there and then out of female pride.
I didn’t. I wanted him too badly. His grunts, his size, his strong arms. I wanted him to fuck me and make me forget everything.
Just another escape. But I didn’t care.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “Okay.”
3
Back at thecabin
Kate
I had no idea where the trust came from. But it was there. Right from the start. So when he closed the cabin door behind him and it was just the two of us, I wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, I was ridiculously turned on.
He took off his coat and dropped it on the floor. Then he took off his shirt and my mouth nearly watered. His chest was thick and furred and soon I was going to have my hands and mouth all over that.
He unbuttoned his jeans but stopped. “You need to get naked, Kate”
Right. My clothes. I shucked off my coat and pulled the thermal T-shirt I had worn over my head. I hated that I was wearing a sports bra, which was about the least sexiest thing ever but more comfortable for a long trip. I stepped out of my boots and shimmied my jeans down my legs.
I approached him then. Like he was some kind of wild bear, I cautiously got close enough to touch him. He caught my hand and pressed it against this chest.
“What are you looking for, Kate?”
I lifted my face to him and saw that he was staring at me intently. Like it was important to him he got this right.
“You need sweet or hard?”
Both. All of it. I wanted to be held down by this massive brute of a man who I could push against with all my strength and still not be able to move him.
“Hard,” I answered. I could hear the hoarse need in my throat. “So hard I can’t think.”
He nodded. “Get naked. Get on the bed, on your knees and elbows. Ass up.”
“We’re not going to kiss first?” That seemed odd to me. I wasn’t a player, but I’d had a few lovers and kissing was always how I had started sex. A prerequisite: his tongue inside me before his cock.
Still, I had never done anything like this. Asking a man for sex just because it would make me feel better. I knew I was using him, but I didn’t care.
I also knew I didn’t need kissing as any part of foreplay. Looking at him, I was already wet between my legs.
He looked down at my mouth. “No. I’m not going to kiss you. Not now. Now, I’m going to fuck you because that’s what you need.”
He reached his hand around my hip and slapped my ass. “Bed, knees, now.”
I pulled off my tank top, took off my bra and pushed down my cotton panties. Then I got on the bed and did as he asked. Bending over, weight on my knees and forearms. My ass tilted high in the air.
I heard the crinkle of the wrapper, grateful he’d thought of condoms. I expected his cock. I expected it to be big and to hurt a little when he pushed it inside me. I was breathing heavy, waiting for the pain, hoping the pleasure would chase it.
That’s when I felt his hand on my lower back.
“Easy,” he said.
Like he was trying to calm a mare who knew she was about to be mounted by a rough, large stallion.
“Just do it,” I said through gritted teeth. Wondering what the hell I was doing. Here in this place. Here with this stranger. This man who I inexplicably wanted without any reason.
