Page 60 of Jackson's Redemption
“Unnh.” It was a sound from her, I hadn’t heard before. Like she was beyond words. Beyond thought. Certainly beyond pain.
I pulled her back up, changing the angle of my penetration, my hand wrapped around her throat, my other hand around her tits, my fingers playing with her nipples which were probably too sensitive now.
A couple high, quick jerks and I was there with her, my cum shooting out of me in bursts of pleasure.
I slid out of her and let her go. She dropped, facedown, into the bed like this boneless rag doll who had been all used up. I got up from the bed, found the connected bathroom off the bedroom. I shut the door and hit the light.
There was a mirror over the sink, but I didn’t look into it. I didn’t want to see my face. I didn’t want to know if this churning feeling I had in my gut was showing in my eyes.
I trashed the condom, washed my hands, hit the light then walked into the dark bedroom.
Kate hadn’t moved. She was still sprawled on her stomach, flat in the center of the bed. Her face turned to the side on the pillow.
“What happens now?” she asked.
I could leave. It was about a seven-mile walk into town where the B&B was. Cold, but not Alaskan cold yet. Not dangerous by any stretch.
I knew it was the smarter choice. For me.
Instead, I walked over to the bed and got in, pushing her over to make room for my frame. I didn’t pull her in close. Didn’t touch her at all. But I could smell her, and feel her warmth, and that was all that mattered.
That pain that had been with me for so long was gone. Temporarily.
“I’m going to sleep for now,” I answered her. “Then when I want it, I’m going to put you on your knees and you’re going to suck me until I come. Because I like that.”
She turned her face in the other direction away from me. But she didn’t object, and she didn’t get out of the bed, stomping her feet in a fit outrage.
I drifted into sleep easily for the first time in weeks, but I did ask myself the same question.
What happens now?
* * *
The next morning
Kate
He was gone. At some point in the night, he’d rolled toward me and started kissing my shoulders, my back, my ass. He hadn’t made me get on my knees to suck him, but instead, had rolled me over and slid into me so gently I nearly cried. He’d made sure to keep his weight off my body the entire time.
He made me come twice before he finished inside me with a hard grunt, kissed my shoulders. Each one. Not my mouth. Then he must have left while I was sleeping. Not waking me. Not bothering to say goodbye.
Like walking miles into town in the early hours of the morning was nothing to him.
Who was I kidding? I’d been camping with him where we had walked for days over the rough terrain of the Alaskan wilderness. Of course a walk into town was nothing to him.
Apparently, I was nothing to him now, other than a decent fuck.
I buried my head in my pillows and screamed. It didn’t help.
Pulling myself out myself out of bed, I tried to put a finger on how I felt. Physically, I was divine. I had that loose-muscle feeling after being well fucked. My side hurt, but no more than it normally did. Especially after the grueling workouts I’d pushed myself through to regain my strength as quickly as possible.
He might have been curt and gruff, but he hadn’t been an asshole. He’d been as gentle with me as he needed to be both times.
Emotionally, I felt a little hollow. But that sense of anticipation I’d been experiencing since I’d arrived in Nome was now gone. He’d seen me. He knew I was here. He was no longer declaring his love, but he was offering me his body.
He took away my pain. I hoped I was taking away his and not adding to it.
I went through my morning routine, made my bed, because it was something my dad had always insisted on, and as I much as I hated him now, I missed him, too. Keeping the ritual made me feel like all wasn’t lost to me forever. That there were memories of him I could still have and feel that I was loved and not betrayed.
