Page 15 of Jackson's Redemption
Yeah, I had been there just to catch a glimpse of Kate. To see her again, talk to her maybe. I’d wanted to know if she remembered my name.
Between that and him wanting to know Marco’s ties to the gang that ran the drugs in town, I was a prefect patsy.
What he didn’t realize was that his daughter barely knew I was alive, and my brother wouldn’t give a shit if I went down. He certainly wasn’t going flip on hisbrothersto save his actual brother.
I was fucked.
I put my head down into my hands. “I was going to be a geologist.”
And now, because of who I was, who my family was, I was going to be criminal.
She patted my shoulder. “You still can. You just have to see your way through this. Three years, out in half that. You can pick up your life and put this behind you. I know Perryville offers some community classes for their inmates. You might actually be able to eke out a few credits.”
Inmate. Jail. See my way through it.
I wanted to cry, but where I was going there could be no sign of weakness.
I swallowed. “I’ll take the deal.”
* * *
The next morning
Kate
I blinked as I woke up. That sudden sensation of knowing I wasn’t in my bed at home. Then it all came back to me. The contest, the escape, ten hours of flying…Jackson.
JACKSON!
I moaned and rolled over onto my back. I was still in bed, still naked under the covers. Quickly, I glanced around the one room cabin, but he was gone. He’d probably left right after I passed out. After two of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had in my life, I had no shot at staying conscious,.
The sex. My GOD the sex! Three beers and some jet lag apparently were the key to unlocking my inner sexual goddess. Although it wasn’t like I had done anything other than be the recipient of his desire.
I had barely touched him, hadn’t kissed him. Hadn’t even seen his cock or his body really.
I had begged for him. That I had done plenty.
I fucking love listening to you beg for it.
I remembered him saying that and now it seemed odd to me. Because when he said it, it felt like it was personal. That he lovedmedoing the begging. Not some random blind date he’d picked up from the internet.
Because wasn’t that really what this was? The most expensive Tinder date ever.
I wondered what happened next. What if he’d gotten what he wanted out of the deal and was done with me? What if he thought I was the kind of woman who jumped into bed with the guy the second she met him.
I would not be slut shamed. What happened last night we did together, and we both made the decision. Yes, I’d had a few beers, but I was in no way drunk or unaware of the decision I was making. What happened was totally consensual.
Yes, but you used him to take the away the pain.
That was true. Like a freaking Advil, I had taken him to make everything go away for a few minutes.
And it had worked. Man, had it worked.
Pushing the covers off, I quickly got dressed and brushed my teeth. I should have stayed awake long enough to ask him what the plans were for today. If there were plans.
I desperately needed coffee but I had no concept of how to make that happen.
I looked over at the pot belly stove. I walked up to it and put my hand close to the top of it. It was still slightly warm.
