Page 36 of Jackson's Redemption
She searched for and found her father. With a hand on his arm, she pushed herself up on tip toes to whisper something in his ear.
I had no idea if she knew I was here. Getting ready to admit my guilt before the judge.
She could have been asking him anything. For his car keys, for the chance to stay out past curfew. Whatever it was, he nodded, and she beamed at him, gave him a quick hug then walked away with this tight little wave.
Not once knowing I was here. Not knowing her father had deliberately put me here. In part because of her.
In that moment, I hated her more than I did him. Because it felt like she was everything that was lost to me the second I offered my plea.
“All rise,” the court bailiff announced.
I closed my eyes. I saw her smile. Then I stood and did what I had to do.
But I wouldn’t forget. No, I would never forget.
* * *
Kate
“Is it possible to die from so much sex?” I asked.
I was naked, lying between Jackson’s legs, my cheek pressed against his furred chest. My stomach snuggling his now semi-hard dick after he’d come hard inside me.
“I had four orgasms. Four. Between your mouth, dick and fingers. That’s like a record for me.”
He grunted.
That was his I’m-satisfied-and-tired-so-you-need-to-sleep-so-I can-get-some-rest-Kate grunt.
I would eventually, but right now, I wanted to stay awake as long as I could just to feel the pleasure humming through my body. The way my muscles felt so loose, and my pussy was still warm and zinging.
I also wanted to feel the way we were connected. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to lie like this together. I pressed my cheek more firmly into his chest and wiggled my whole body in delight. The even rise and fall of his breathing made me believe he was asleep, so I was surprised when he spoke.
“Got to go back to town soon. Need to do laundry and re-supply.”
“Nooo,” I crooned softly.
“Running out of hot dogs, Kate.”
“Nooo,” I crooned again. He huffed out a breath I knew was his version of a laugh.
In the dark I beamed, but then I got morose thinking about what going back to town meant. Thinking about how my days with Jackson were limited.
“I don’t want to go back to town. Because that means I have to start thinking about going home and I definitely don’t want to think about that.”
“You’re going to have to face it eventually. You can’t run forever.”
“I want to. I know that might seem cowardly but as long as I’m running, I’m not thinking about everything he did. Everything he lied about. Everyone he hurt. I’m not thinking about how he’s never going to make me Sunday pancakes again or play with his grandkids.”
Jackson’s arms tightened around me.
“What are you going to do? When you go back home?”
“I don’t know.” I whispered. “That’s why I want to stay.”
Stay. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was impossible. If for no other reason than I had to pack up what was left of my life before I could figure out where I was going.
He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Staying because you don’t want to face what’s waiting for you back home is the same as running. Can’t let you do that, Kate.”
