Page 82 of First Surrender
She can fight with me this way for the rest of my life and I’d say thank you.
Working her clit left to right earns me a whimper and the sound fuels me. I don’t relent, stroking her pussy until her thighs are twitching in my hands, and squeezing my skull.
“Jackson, please, fuck.” She cries out as her orgasm rushes over her, locking her legs, and pulling my hair by the roots. I love it.
Her pussy is soaked with her climax and I take my time licking every delicious inch until her knees fall open in exhaustion.
When I stand, her hooded gaze lingers on my towel where it’s tented obnoxiously, staring unashamedly as I pull it from my waist. Her eyes stay glued to my erection as I wipe her mess from my face.
“Why are you allowed to get dressed?” She protests breathlessly as I pull on some underwear.
“Because I like you naked in my bed and if I don’t cover up then I’ll end up buried inside of you in my sleep.” An eager but sleepy smile is her only response as I crawl into bed, scooping upher relaxed body, and tucking her against me. “Especially when you keep looking at me like that.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers innocently, delicately tracing her finger up my forearm.
“You know,” I grumble, loving and hating how she teases me. Regardless, with my ever-hard dick between her ass cheeks and my hand cupping her breast, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
As long as she stays in the morning.
“Goodnight, fireball.”
“Tell me why you call me that. Please? I won’t be able to sleep.”
This woman is going to play me like a fiddle in no time. She’s purposefully pulling my strings, she’s already too good at it.
“When I was a kid, I choked on a fireball candy. The hard red ones. It almost killed me.”
She lets out a gasp in protest. “You call me that because you think that I’m going to kill you?” She sounds offended but I know deep down she is pleased with herself.
“Oh, I know you’re going to kill me, sweetheart. I keep my guns locked up for a reason.” I kiss her on the head to soften the joke.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously, into you.”
“Okay, now you’re being gross. Go to sleep.” She wiggles against me, settling in with a sigh because despite what she says, she’s into me too.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Natalie
Istartle awake when an alarm goes off, surprised because it’s a Sunday, but Jackson groans as he shuts it off and gets up to go into the bathroom. I don’t know if that means he has to leave or if he’s just an early riser but my decision’s already been made.
I silently roll off of the bed and jog down the hallway, shutting myself in the hall bathroom to stare at my naked reflection in the mirror.
The woman I see isn’t someone I recognize but in the best way. I look happy and alive. I’m not the scarred girl I’ve been holding onto all these years. I’m more sure of myself than ever and I can’t help but smile about it.
It’s so cheesy but indescribably relieving.
I quickly brush my teeth and pee before tiptoeing back to his room because despite feeling confident in my decision, I’m not ready for that level of intimacy.
Not quickly enough though because he’s standing at the foot of his bed, staring at the twisted, vacant sheets. He thinks that I left.
The sudden hollowness in my chest confirms my thoughts. Choosing Jackson is the right choice.
I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing myself to his back and hugging him tightly. “It’s daytime.”
“Yeah, it is,” he confirms with astonishment, holding onto my forearms. I twist until I’m at his front and his hands naturally settle on either side of my head.