5. Jackson
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jackson
Music feels so fucking good. The bass vibrates through my chest while the stage lights flash against the night sky. Everything about today has been so fucking good.
The edible Braden gave me a few hours ago might have something to do with that.
Margot and I split it, but Matt and Rae passed.
The ever-responsible duo.
I didn’t have much of an opinion about Braden before today, but he’s cool.
The song changes, and Margot changes the tempo of her hips along with it. She’s been grinding her ass against me all day. Her hand holds the back of my neck as she leans her back against my chest, letting her hips continue their slow assault.
I can’t wait to get her home.
Her hair is up after a long day in the heat, and I press my lips to her exposed neck. I swear I can feel her entire body hum happily before she melts into me more. Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging it at the roots while she dances against me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I drag it over her bare stomach and let out a low, guttural sound. She tilts her head back against my shoulder, giving me more access to her neck, and I kiss her just below her ear. I may not be able to hear her suck in a breath, but I can feel it. Just like I can feel her rapidly beating heart when she turns in my arms to face me. I feel the brush of her fingertips as she combs through my hair and the warmth of her mouth on mine.
I grip the back of her neck, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her jaw as I kiss her deeper. As soon as her tongue eases into my mouth, everything else fades away. I’m left with only Margot and the music, and I can’t get enough.
This day has been fucking perfect. Even as I kiss her, she slips her fingers into the front of my pants, tugging me closer. When she lets go to turn back around, they lightly brush the bulge of my jeans, and I almost lose it.
Song after song, she finds new ways to keep me on edge, and I have a feeling she knows exactly what she’s doing. I might have had to fight a hard-on with her all day, but I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun. I mean, we’ve been having a great time all summer, but there’s something about being in this electric environment with her that makes this random Saturday feel like a cause for celebration.
By the end of the night, as we walk back to the parking lot with Matt, Rae, and Braden, I don’t want it to end. Dave and the guys split after we watched a couple of sets together. I have no idea if they’re still here, but I have a feeling they’ll all wake up hungover tomorrow.
“You’re good to drive?” Matt asks me after the show.
Tossing my keys in the air, I catch them. “Never been better.” The edible has worn off, and the only high I’m still chasing is Margot in those fucking shorts.
Matt takes Rae’s hand. “Good. I don’t need you and Margot having sex in the back of my car. ”
Rae whacks him on the arm, and I squeeze my arm around Margot a little tighter. “You hear that? We can’t have sex in his car anymore.”
Margot’s face heats, and she gapes at Matt. Choking back laughter she says, “We wouldn’t—we’ve never.”
Matt gives her a slow grin. “I know, Margot. Relax,” he says with a laugh. Looking back at me, he flips me off. “See you at the apartment.”
I return the gesture. “Don’t wait up.”
“Hey, thanks again for the ticket,” Braden says as he walks backward with Matt and Rae.
“Thanks again for the drugs,” I call back, and Margot hisses for me to be quiet. Braden laughs, though.
As one of the musicians in the festival, they had us park in the back with most of the other vendors. The guys drove the van, and I met them here since I knew I’d spend the rest of the day with Margot.
We walk, my arm around her shoulders and hers draped around my waist. I wish I could end every show like this. We’d drive home, and then I could make her come before falling asleep with my arms wrapped around her.
“There’s no one back here,” she whispers, pulling me closer.
“Yeah, well.” I look over my shoulder at the festival that’s still full of music and light. “I’d say the party is far from over.”
With my car in sight, she turns and starts walking backward, pulling me by my shirt as she does. “For us too?” she says with a devilish glint in her eyes.
I let out a breath of laughter. “What do you want to do?”
She looks up as she ponders my question. “Hmm . . .” she says with a playful twist to her mouth. “I could think of something.”
“I bet you could.”
She grins, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t know if it’s knowing that being here with her is temporary, or that she looks gorgeous under the subtle glow of the distant lights, but every part of me aches for this girl.
When her back hits the side of my car, she pulls me to her. Her mouth is on mine, full of heat, like she’s been waiting for us to be alone all day. The kiss pulls a sound from my throat, and I want nothing more than to lose myself in her.
But I need to tell her. I need to say something of substance because if I don’t, my chest might explode. “Margot,” I say against her lips. “Get in the car.”
She lets out a laugh as I step back and open the door for her. Once she’s seated, I close the door and walk around to the driver’s side. Looking back at the festival over the hood, I’m hit with a wave of mixed feelings. Part of me knowing I’ll be onto bigger and better things soon, and another, louder part, knowing how much I’ll miss this.
Once I’m in the car, I put the keys in the ignition and rub my hands over my face, trying to snap myself out of whatever funk this is.
“What’s on your mind?” she asks, her voice soft. That’s when I realize she’s been watching me, carefully analyzing.
“I don’t know.” I lean my head back against the seat. Looking straight ahead, I rub my hands on my jeans. “I guess I just wish it could always be like this.” I dismiss it with a laugh but keep my gaze forward. It’s easier than looking at her. If I look at her, I’ll feel everything twice as hard because she’s the reason for all of it. “I don’t think I’m ready for this summer to end.”
She’s quiet.
When I finally do look at her, she gives me an easy smile as she leans toward me over the center console. “But it’s not over yet,” she says simply. “And when it does end, you’ll be living your dream again.”
She’s right, of course. All I’ve ever wanted was to make a career out of music, and no one has ever supported me the way she does. She’s selfless. Even though my dreams make things harder for her, she never lets me doubt them.
Before I can stop myself, I look her in the eyes and say, “Maybe my dreams are changing.”
She sits up straight. “They’re not.”
A faint smile crosses my lips, but there’s sadness behind it.
“They’re not,” she says again with more conviction.
My eyes search hers, the reflection of the lights dancing in the warm mahogany.
Taking my hand, she gives my fingers a light squeeze. “You can have more than one dream, you know.”
Her words make me pause.
“Jackson,” she says with a laugh. “You can want more than one thing.”
God, I love her laugh. Reaching for her, my thumb brushes against her cheek. “What if I can’t have the two things I want at the same time?”
She smiles, leaning into my touch, but there’s a hint of reservation behind her eyes now. “Well,” she says slowly, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Then you take turns.”
My lips lift, but I can’t shake it. I can’t shake the feeling she’s somehow getting the short end of the stick in all this, and I’m the one handing it to her. I want to tell her I’m sorry. I want to tell her how much she means to me. I want to tell her the thought of leaving her again has me dreading doing what I’ve always wanted.
But instead of saying any of those things, I say, “You’re so beautiful,” my voice barely a whisper as my thumb brushes over the freckles scattered across her cheek.
Her eyes widen, and I wonder if I’ve never said that to her? I think it every day. Hell, I think it every time she walks into a room. I must have told her, but by the way she’s looking at me, I know I haven’t. That will be another thing for me to beat myself up over.
She climbs into my lap to straddle me, and I suck in a breath as I push the seat back. God, she feels good. Later. I’ll beat myself up for it later. Before she can say another word, my hands are on her ass and my mouth is on hers.
“Margot,” I groan, pulling her flush against me. I’m already hard, and after how much she’s been teasing me all day, I don’t have much more restraint. My tongue slips into her mouth gently, trying to make it last. And trying not to get my cock more excited than it should be. But she melts into me, and those damn hips are hellbent on making sure I feel just enough friction to make me snap.
My kiss turns hungry—starving—and I swallow her moans like they’re the air I need to breathe. My mouth moves to her neck, to her collarbone, to her perfect breasts peeking out from the top of her shirt. Her head falls back, her eyes closing, as I worship every exposed part of her. One hand tightly grips the soft skin of her waist while I pull down her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her eyes flying open to look at me, and the heat behind that look is enough to make me groan. Her cheeks were already pink from the sun, but this blush creeps down her neck. Her lips part, and her eyes grow heavy with lust and surprise like she didn’t think I’d be this wound up after eight hours of the game she played.
“Take your pants off, Red,” I grit, before sucking another long pull on her exposed nipple. Her back arches, but her fingers are already unbuttoning the front of her shorts as fast as she can. While she works them down and tosses them to the other side of the car, I manage to unbutton my jeans and lower them enough to free myself from my briefs.
She doesn’t waste time, hurrying to position herself over me. As soon as she lines me up to her entrance, I can feel how wet she is already .
She curses under her breath while she takes me in, and I let my head fall back against the headrest as I watch her. She moves slowly, every additional inch met with her warm, tight walls clenching around my cock. My fists tense as I fight the urge to slam into her, but there’s something about letting her be in control that turns me on.
When she finally takes in all of me, I swear my eyes roll back in my head. We’re both breathing hard, and when she lifts herself all the way just to lower herself again, I thrust up into her. She cries out, her grip on the back of my neck tightening.
But as much as I need this, she does, too.
I know by the way she bites my shoulder when I start to move.
I know by the way she knots her fingers in my hair and devours my neck.
And I know by the way she says my name like a prayer when she wants me to make her come.