Dangerous Pursuit (The Pursuit #3)

27 Full Circle

FULL CIRCLE

Mia

“M ia?”

We’re moving in the opposite direction, our shocked gazes following each other until he jumps the handrails to my side right after passing.

“What are you doing here?” he asks when he reaches me.

Before I can answer, he puts his hands on my waist to turn my body, guiding me off the walkway out of traffic. The minute his hands touch me, all thoughts vanish. I throw my arms around him the second we stop, tears already falling as I bask in the feeling I’ve missed so much.

All of my prepared statements fly out the window as I blurt the first things that come to mind. “Jackson, I’m so sorry for leaving you like that. I’m so sorry. I’ve missed you so much, it hurts.” My tears soak his shirt as he rubs my back up and down.

“Shhh. Mia, it’s okay. I know, sweetheart. My heart’s been empty without you.” His lips touch my head, and his hand comes to my cheek, wiping the tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here. Did you come to see Walker?” he asks, and it breaks my heart that he doesn’t think I’m here to see him, still thinking I’ve replaced him.

“No, I came to see you. To explain why I didn’t come back right away. I didn’t know, Jackson. I didn’t know anything. I’m so sorry.” I give up trying to talk through my tears.

“I know, Mia. It’s okay. Shhh. Walker told me.” He continues to caress my hair in slow strokes that calm me. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. I’m the one who’s sorry.” I shake my head vehemently and am about to protest, but he stops me. “Why don’t we go home so we can talk.”

I nod against his chest and slowly pull away. He brings his hand to my other cheek and angles my head up. “Twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, and now you’re here. I’ve missed you so much, Mia. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of holding you again.”

“I do because I’ve done the same. I love you, Jackson. I never stopped.” I couldn’t wait a second longer, needing him to know.

“God, hearing you say that is like waking up from a dream. My heart was made to love you, Mia.” He leans in to kiss me softly, pulling away too quickly. “Let’s go before I end up making a scene in the airport.”

My heart is full, bursting with happiness, and it feels like it’s bubbling out of me as we leave. Jackson’s arm is around me, holding me tight to his body as we walk. It seems unreal to be here. Knowing he waited for me seems too good to be true, and I’m scared I’m going to wake up any minute.

I stop abruptly when we make it outside and turn to Jackson. “Wait. Why were you here? Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I was going to this little town in Maine to win back the love of my life. You distracted me.” His smile matches mine, and I see the happiness in his eyes. “Fuck making a scene.”

He cups my face as he leans down and takes my lips in a bruising kiss, months of tension pouring out of it, giving me affirmation that our hearts and minds are in the same place. It feels like hours pass before his phone dings, letting us know our Uber is here, forcing us to stop.

We talk the entire ride, catching up on our time apart and confessing our struggles at being separated. So much heartbreak could have been avoided if we’d spoken before I left. I’m still shocked at the sacrifice he made by putting his life on hold. He’s relieved that I hadn’t moved on like he’d thought and feels terrible about how long I suffered thinking he had.

When he got to the part about my dad, I wasn’t shocked and didn’t react as anticipated. The day my dad left was the day I knew he was a piece of crap. I didn’t need this experience to tell me that—it only confirmed it. Knowing he’d rather save his ass over his wife and daughter is nothing less than expected. We’re both pissed about the FBI keeping things from me and making Jackson believe something that wasn’t true. Knowing they almost stole this from us is maddening.

By the time we reach his front door, we’ve covered every detail, question, and uncertainty. Judging by our chemistry on the way here, it’s as if we were never apart. He didn’t let me go once, caressing me while I savored his touch.

A sense of calm sets in as I enter his condo. “Can you imagine if we passed without seeing each other? I’d be here, and you’d be there,” I muse.

He reaches for my hand and yanks me into him, making me squeal. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he holds me flush. “I’m done imagining anything when it comes to you. I need the real thing. Everything I’ve imagined over the last nine months, I’m ready to make happen. The question is, are you?”

Oh hell yes. “Do you really need to ask? Maybe I wasn’t clear enough on the way over, but I was pretty sure—”

I don’t get a chance to finish before his mouth crashes to mine in another all-consuming kiss. I feel him hardening against me, and I’m putty in his hands. He fists my hair like he’s punishing me for his deprivation, pulling my head back as he devours my mouth. Wetness pools below as I whimper with need, feeling just as deprived.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you and your sassy little mouth. I’ve missed everything about you,” he tells me before lowering his lips to my neck, licking and biting along the way.

I reach for the top button of his shirt and work my way down until I can feel his chest, running my hands up and down, wanting more. His belt comes next before I undo his pants. I’m going insane with his hands on my breast while his mouth hits the spot that drives me wild. Leaning forward, I kiss his chest, wanting more from him. It’s been too long.

I begin to lower, kissing along the way, teasing his nipple and making him moan, filling me with a desire to pull more from him. Reaching the ground with my knees, I look up to find the sincerest expression of adoration, almost bringing me to tears. I want to please him, return some part of what we lost, and bring him enough pleasure to forget that I was ever gone.

I tug his pants down, and his engorged shaft springs free, begging to be touched. I wrap my hand around it, squeezing him tight. I’m desperate to get my mouth on him.

“Fuck, Mia. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to this picture. I need you so fucking bad.”

My tongue gently licks the tip and then circles it before dipping into the tiny hole. His deep moans urge me for more, so I lick my lips and slowly take him in as I explore with my tongue. My hand continues to squeeze, moving in time with my mouth, and when I can take no more, I pull back just as slowly.

“Nothing holds a candle to the real thing. You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed my little girl’s mouth around my dick.”

My pussy clenches, and I moan around him, continuing my slow movements. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would feel his hand on my head, ready to set the pace, and I’m eager for his control.

“Are you still my filthy little girl, starving for my cum? You need this so… fucking… badly, don’t you, Mia?” His words are spoken in time with his thrusts, his hand pulling my hair, pushing, getting faster each time. There’s nothing to do but hold my mouth open as he slides in and out. My pussy is aching with need.

His other hand grabs my chin and holds it as he jerks his hips in and out while I’m immobile. He watches intently.

“Fuck. You ready to take me down your throat and drink my come?”

Oh. My. God. Did I just orgasm?

“Shit, yes.” His face scrunches as he pushes deeper, making me gag. “I’m there, fuck… yes. Swallow it and taste what you do to me.”

I gulp as much as I can, trying to keep up.

“That’s it, Mia. Take it all. Fuuuck!” He shoves it in one final time and holds it there, letting out a long growl as his final pulses shoot the last of it into my mouth.

Jackson

That felt like heaven and so much better than my hand. Fuck, it’s been too long. I look down and see Mia’s lust-filled eyes, and I know she’s on the verge. It’s been too long for both of us.

“Fuck, Mia, that was so good, sweetheart. Your mouth is unbelievable.” After pulling my pants up, I bend down and lift her like a baby. “Is it my little girl’s turn to be pleasured?”

She rests her head on my chest and groans.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I laugh, carrying her to the bedroom, laying her on my bed— our bed, if all goes according to plan. I’m so fucking happy to have her here again. But my subconscious is trying to reconcile with reality, afraid she might disappear any minute.

“Have you been taking care of yourself, Mia?” I ask as I sit on the edge of the bed next to her, removing her shirt and bra.

“What do you mean?” she asks innocently.

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. Tell me you’ve taken good care of your pussy for me.”

She shudders at my words. She loves my filthy talk, and I love her reaction to it—every time. “Sometimes.”

“How? Did you use your hand? Toys? How did you please that pretty little pussy?” My hands are roaming over her, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she squirms beneath me. I keep my eyes on her face, watching her desire climb higher with each question, each squeeze, and each pinch.

“I used my hand. Uhhh, that feels so good.”

“No toys? I’m glad. You kept your pussy nice and tight for me, didn’t you? I can’t wait to spread you open again, stretch you so good with my dick. Should we get you wet and ready? I wouldn’t want to hurt my little girl and her tight pussy.” I squeeze her nipple, causing her body to buck in pleasure.

“Jackson, yes, please. Oh God, yes…” Begging and bucking her hips now, she’s right where I want her.

I lean down to suck her breast as I reach her core and press slightly. “Is this where you need it, Mia?”

“Yes, Jackson.” She’s practically crying with desire.

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you sucked my dick like a good little girl, I think you deserve a reward.” I sit up and work her pants off, tossing them to the ground before crawling between her legs, grabbing under the knees, and spreading her wide open. I hold her on display for me, my mouth watering at her arousal. I look up at the blush on her cheeks.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this gorgeous pussy. Can you be a good girl and keep your legs just like this?”

She nods, barely holding back from touching herself, her hand inching closer.

“It’s been too long, sweetheart, and I’m making up for lost time. Be a good girl for me.” I have a bird’s-eye view, so I catch it right as she clenches from those last words. I love how fucking filthy she is.

“Keep them spread, okay?”

She nods again as I get up. Her protesting whimper is precious.

I stand at the end of the bed and stare at her, watching as moisture continues to pool at her core. I slide my shirt to the ground, keeping my gaze trained between her legs as I remove the rest of my clothes. I stand there like a statue with my legs parted, still staring at the same spot. My hand fists my dick and slowly pumps it up and down.

I chuckle as she whines. “It’s all yours, Mia, I promise. But first, you’re going to show me how you took care of my pussy.” Her eyes go wide, eliciting another chuckle.

“Come on, Mia, you’ve been dying to touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come so I can taste it. I need my meal before dessert, baby.”

She’s so turned on that it’s mere seconds before her hand snakes down to touch her clit. I pump myself as I watch, ready to shoot my load again and spill all over her. That will have to wait, though, because today, I’ll be putting it deep inside her tight channel where it belongs. Her hand moves down to moisten her fingers at her entrance before returning to her clit. She rubs it in a tight circular motion while she watches me rub off. After a few minutes, her eyes go glassy, and her tight channel starts to pulse.

“Stop,” I demand, making her freeze wide-eyed. “You right there, baby?”

“Yes. Why did you make me stop?” Her poutiness causes me to smirk.

“Because I’m in charge of your pleasure now, Mia. You’re all mine. It’s my job to please you, show you what it means to love you, and satisfy your every desire. Your every need. Your every craving. Anything your body wants will come from me, today and always.”

Already between her legs, I lower my mouth to her pussy and, starting low, lick up to her clit, repeating the motion twice more. She moans in response. I thrust my tongue into her delicious channel, searching for more, reaching in as far as possible. Her hips try to buck as I hold her still.

My chin is soaking from the juices leaking down to her ass, and I bring my finger to her tight pucker to feel how much liquid is there. It’s a lot. So much that I can’t refrain from pushing in. Her ass pinches my finger, causing my dick to pulse. It’s so fucking tight, and the sounds it’s causing her to make are driving me mad.

“You like my finger in your ass? I can’t wait to fuck you here, Mia, make you scream with pleasure while you hold me in a vise.”

Her pussy squeezes my tongue as I take everything I can. Withdrawing my mouth, I look up, and she shoots me an evil glare at stopping her climax again.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll thank me later, though. We need to get you stretched out again to take me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Grrr. You’re driving me crazy. Please don’t make me wait anymore. I’ll be fine.”

“Patience, Mia. I can see why edging is a thing. This is sort of fun.” I smile, wiggling the finger in her ass.

“Not for me. Please, Jackson, I need it,” she whines.

“Don’t worry, my dick won’t wait much longer, so let’s get you ready. Give me a close-up and rub your clit for me.”

She does with no hesitation this time. It won’t take her long, so I need to get moving. My other hand finds her opening, and I slowly push one finger inside. Fuck me, she’s tighter than I remember. Her hips buck without my hand holding her down.

“Keep still for me, sweetheart. That’s it. Spread your legs wide. Good girl.” She follows every instruction I give her. I can tell she’s not far from the edge. “Slow down or I’ll make you stop, and I know you don’t want that, do you?”

She shakes her head vehemently. Fuck, I love seeing her so needy for me.

I add a second finger and see the strain on her face as I push in slowly. When I’m all the way, I start pumping, moving in pace with her fingers, watching as the strain turns to pleasure.

“That’s it. You’re stretching so good for me. Are you ready to finish, Mia?”

“Yes, please. Let me.”

“Then show me how you come.”

I add a third finger while she’s focused on her clit and begin to pump hard while she writhes on the bed. The finger in her ass becomes two, and as I push them in farther, she explodes. She screams as her climax hits her, and both her ass and pussy start pulsing.

She is glorious. I remove my hands and dive in with my tongue, lapping up everything she gives until her body shudders her last ounce of pleasure and melts into the bed.

“Oh. My. God. How did I live without that?”

I move up over her, resting on my arms, my face inches from hers. “Whoa, try that again. How did you live without that—or did you mean without me?”

“I for sure meant without you. That’s not normal, is it?”

“Sweetheart, if I can make you scream like that every day for the rest of my life, then it’s fucking normal.” I lean down to kiss the tip of her nose. “I missed you, Mia.”

“I missed you, Jackson.”

“I love you, Mia.”

“I love you, Jackson. Now, are you going to make love to me or make me wait another two hundred and—”

“Ninety-one days? Hmmm, that could be arranged.” I finish her sentence, knowing exactly how long I’ve been waiting.

“Jackson—”

I can’t hold back anymore. I fuse my mouth to hers and go balls deep in one hard thrust. Catching her squeals in my mouth, I continue driving into her with reckless abandon, releasing all my fear, anxiety, and angst from the last nine months. Having her in my arms beneath me is a dream come true, but knowing I was almost too late is almost more than I can bear.

Mia

“You’re my greedy little girl, aren’t you, Mia? Did you miss this as much as I did, baby?”

“Yes! God, yes. More. please.”

Suddenly, he withdraws and flips me over. “On your knees, Mia. Grab the headboard. You want more? I’ll give you more. Just remember that you asked for it.” He smacks my ass hard. Ouch!

He grabs my ass cheek and spreads it while rubbing his dick up and down before stopping at my forbidden hole.

“Jackson, what are you doing?” It felt good when he had his fingers there, and rubbing like that feels good, but I’m not sure about going in.

“I’m not taking it today, sweetheart, but sometime soon, this ass is mine.” He lowers himself back to my core.

In the next second, he slams into me, my arms on the headboard holding me in place. He hammers repeatedly as he grips my hips tightly, causing me to gasp with each thrust.

“You asked for it, little girl. Now take what I give you.” I’m so close… again. He reaches around and starts fingering my clit.

“Oh shit. Jackson… I’m there.”

“Your pussy is gripping my dick so hard. Let go, sweetheart, as I fill you up. Fuck. That’s it. Take it.” He grunts through the rest of his release as my screams die down and our climaxes ebb.

I swear his orgasm lengthened mine, and it felt like he went past some barrier that brought it to the next level. I wasn’t kidding when I asked him if this was normal. Why would anyone not be doing this all the time? I start laughing to myself, and he must feel it.

“Did you seriously just laugh while I’m still inside you after the best sex this century? Please tell me it’s unrelated to this, and then explain how you could be thinking about something else. And it better be good, or this ass in front of me is going to be bright red in a second.” He rubs a cheek in warning.

“Somebody’s sensitive.” Slap! “Ow!”

“I warned you.” He chuckles.

“I was wondering why everyone isn’t having sex all the time if it always feels this good.”

That earns a full-on laugh as he pulls out and flops us onto our sides, spooning me from behind. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” he says as he kisses my head.

I turn to face him. “I know. It seems surreal.”

I can’t bear knowing how close I was to making a decision that would have prevented this.

“Move in with me.”

Wait. What?

I lift my head up to see if he’s joking. Nope, he is dead serious.

“Are you crazy?”

“Move in with me, marry me, and have my babies—in that order.”

“Jackson!”

“What?” he deadpans.

“You are crazy. You can’t say things like that. Was that a proposal? We were together for a week, maybe two, before I left… for over nine months!”

“Semantics. What matters is that I don’t want a life without you in it. You being gone proved that, and having you back solidifies it. I’ll let you think about the second two, but move in while you do because I can’t stand the thought of having you anywhere other than in my space.” He’s resolute.

I lean my head against his chest and groan, then quickly pull back and say, “What about my mom? I can’t leave her there.”

“She can move in too.” I give him a look. “Okay, your insatiable sex drive and screams might make that awkward. We’ll find her a place nearby, or maybe there’ll be an opening in this building.”

I flop my head forward again. Is this for real? Could it seriously work, or is it insane to be considering?

“What about your parents? They haven’t even met me. What if they think our age difference is an issue and don’t approve?”

“I’ve told them all about you, as has Cici, and they already adore you. You know why?” he asks as he pushes my head up to look at him.

“Why?”

“Because they know I love you and that you make me happy.”

I roll my eyes. “You make it sound so simple. And really hard to say no.”

“Then don’t. Say yes. It is that simple. I’ll hire a moving company tomorrow, and we’ll tape your mouth shut during sex until we find a place for your mom.”

“Hey!” I shove him as he starts tickling me.

“You think you can be quiet instead?” He keeps tickling me as I laugh uncontrollably.

“You know, your sheets are getting dirty.”

“They’re about to get dirtier, and you still haven’t answered me.”

“If I can be quiet or not?” I giggle.

“Mia,” he says firmly. “Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes? You will?” He’s shocked.

“I think you need a hearing check, old man.” He growls, making me giggle again.

“Is that so, little girl?”

I squeal as he flips us over, hovering above me. Looking into my eyes, he slowly enters, making us one. “Mia, I love you so much. My heart was made to love you. I promise I’ll never let you go again.”

“That’s your best promise yet.”