Page 32 of Jackson's Redemption
Once there and not wasting any time, he started to strip out of his clothes. I checked out the area, but there weren’t any threats as far as I could see. Just more beautiful scenery all capped by the mountains that felt like these old gods watching over the vast land and making sure the pesky humans didn’t do too much damage. When I glanced back in his direction, he was fully naked.
Oh. My. God.
I had touched every part of him, sure, but I hadn’t really seen much of him with the cabin always being so dim when we made love. His body was a work of art. Tall, muscled without being too bulky. Big, heavy thighs. Broad shoulders and chest. And his dick, even as he started dousing himself with what must have been ice-cold water, was still ridiculously big.
No shrinkage issues for him to worry about.
“Kate!” he shouted up to me. “Pay attention. The animals. Not my dick!”
I blushed. Thoroughly chastised, I surveyed the area again, up and down the creek. There was nothing that looked alarming.
“But you’re so pretty!” I shouted back. “Although have you ever thought about manscaping?”
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s where you shave all the hair around your balls so you’re bare down there. It’s supposed to make your dick look really big.”
“You already know my dick is big!” he shouted back, which made me laugh.
That was true enough.
I scanned the area again yet couldn’t help but look back at him. He was soaping under his arms, over his chest. It was like my very own porn movie. There wasn’t a thing I would change about him. From his beard to his balls. Everything about Jackson screamed, MAN.
“You know I had a fantasy about biting your butt,” I called down to him.
He turned and gave him me his back so I had a perfect view. Then he bent over pretending to wash his feet.
“Tease!”
He turned again, and I noticed a tattoo on his upper left arm. From this distance, it looked more like letters rather than a picture.
“What does your tattoo say?”
He paused, did his look-away thing, then said, “My business.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant that’s what it read or if he didn’t want me to know. “You know your body is pretty much all my business now.”
“Suppose that’s true,” he acknowledged.
He had another towel he used to dry off. I shivered thinking how cold that water was going to be, so I focused on how good it was going to feel to get clean. My hair was too long to even think of washing it, but I had snuck a container of dry shampoo in my pack of stuff so that would have to do.
Fully dressed, he climbed up the incline to where I was and held his hand out for the gun. I gave it to him butt end first.
“Pack’s down there. You’ll need to use the same washcloth, but I left you a dry towel.”
“Got it,” I said. I started to head down the incline when he caught my hand, stopping me.
In a low, gruff voice, he asked me, “Do you really want me to shave my balls?”
I laughed so hard tears nearly came to my eyes. I patted his cheek. “No, honey. Your hairy balls are just fine for me.”
He grunted, which only made me laugh harder.
Then it was my turn at the creek. I started to strip and couldn’t resist peeking up at him on look-out duty. “You’re sure you don’t want to try doing it outside? Under this beautiful Alaskan sun?”
I offered him the same show he gave me, as I turned around to remove my pants, bending down so that my ass was on full display.
“Told you already why,” he said. “And you flash that ass at me one more time, I’m going to do something about it when we get to the cabin.”
