Chapter 10 Jackson
JACKSON
It took three days before we were found.
Three days of absolute bliss, living with Aiden and pretending the outside world didn’t exist. We talked a lot, really talked.
And played stupid games, like me chasing after him outside.
When I eventually caught him, I wrestled him to the ground and rutted into him like an animal in heat.
No matter how rough I was, he always loved it.
In fact, the rougher, the better. He was insatiable and kept coming back for more.
The day we were discovered, I had him naked on the table, three fingers thrust into his mouth, gagging him while I slammed inside his body.
His cheeks were wet with tears and red from where I’d slapped him twice the way he liked it.
His pupils were blown, and his release already splattered his stomach.
Now I chased my release, grunting and grinding.
“Fuck,” I cried hoarsely. The vision before me was a sight to behold: wrecked and worn out. Bruises from our rough lovemaking covered his body. He seemed to cherish every new mark while I was still trying to work out what the hell I was doing, emptying my balls into my stepson.
I leaned over and kissed him softly. He mewled like a kitten.
When he wrapped his arms around my neck, I was assured that he was still with me on this.
I wasn’t taking advantage of him. He wanted every bit of this baffling, fucked-up thing we called…
what the hell did we call this? Love? Sex? Passion?
Fuck if I knew. I just knew I didn’t want to live without this. Without him in my life, making me feel alive. I hadn’t felt like this since returning to civilian life.
The rumbling outside pulled me out of the bubble we’d lived in the last few days. A vehicle was approaching.
“What is it?” Aiden asked.
I lifted him off the table and cum trickled between his legs. What was this? The third load of the day?
“A vehicle’s coming. Go get dressed. I’ll talk to them outside to stall them.”
“Okay.”
I kissed him hard, unable to resist him. Fuck. There was no way we could hide the stench of sex. Shit. I shouldn’t have fucked Aiden on every surface of the cabin.
Fixing my clothes, I hurried to the door and walked out. Just as I’d thought, a jeep headed toward the cabin. The last thing we needed right now were homophobic pricks to bother us. No one out here would know he was my stepson, so we didn’t have to worry about that.
The jeep came to a stop a few feet away. A man wearing khakis and a cap got out. He was a portly built man in his sixties or thereabout.
“Hello!” he said. “You lost? What are you doing in my cabin?”
“Hi.” I approached him to keep a distance between him and the cabin. “I’m sorry for the imposition. I am Lieutenant Commander Jackson Greenhalgh of the US Marine Corps. And you are?”
“Joe Fuller.” He shook the hand I offered him. “The US Marine Corps, you said? I didn’t pass any vehicles along the way. Where did you come from?”
“My, err, friend and I had an accident with our RV. We had no choice but to take off on foot. Your cabin was a lifesaver, or we both wouldn’t have survived.”
“Then I’m glad I had it fixed up so I could get away when I want to. There’s only so much peopling I can do. How long have you been out here?”
“A few days.” Keeping track of the exact days had been impossible, especially when we’d been walking, and I’d been so damn hungry.
“No kidding. Then you’ll want to get back to your families. Do you want a ride? I can come back to the cabin after dropping you off somewhere.”
“It’ll be a long ride.”
“It’s no problem. I’m happy to help. Get your friend and I’ll take you. You’re damn lucky you happened upon this cabin. There’s not another shelter for miles.”
I walked back into the cabin, where Aiden had straightened the sheets. He’d sprayed some buttery cooking spray in the kitchen, which did a pretty good job of masking all the fucking that had taken place.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“It’s the owner. He’s willing to take us somewhere we can get help.”
“That’s great.” But he didn’t sound happy.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head.
“Deni, tell me. I can’t fix it unless you do.”
“Can you fix being married to my mom?”
He was right. I couldn’t fix that. Everything would change once we returned home.