Chapter 19
NINETEEN
JACKSON
“You want to watch something?” I ask while Leland brushes his teeth. I’m shocked he even remembered my toothbrush. I thought for sure his brain would be going: guns, guns, fence, guns, fence, Randy, guns.
“Sure,” he replies, so I find a movie and start it before crawling into bed. As soon as he’s ready, he joins me, but before he can crawl in, I grab him and pull him down onto my lap.
“This feels suspicious,” he says, body rigid while I pull him down.
I give his arms a tug. “You’re not a plank; your limbs can bend.”
“I don’t think they can.”
“You can cuddle and it won’t hurt you,” I say as I force his legs to bend enough that I can draw him onto my lap.
“I feel like with this position, I’m going to get a talk or something equally appalling.”
“I feel like I should give you a talk, but I know you well enough to know that it’ll go in one ear… you know what? It probably won’t even go in the ear. Are these things working?” I ask, tapping his ear.
“All I can hear is, ‘Leland, you should have brought The Fence… The Fence… The Fence.’ Did you hear that echo there at the end?”
“I just… you know… it’s really odd, but I feel like that is the absolute last thing I was thinking that I would like you to bring. Maybe my car? Yeah, I think the car would have been a significantly better choice.”
“Oh, your Mistress is fine.”
“You think they’d steal your single slab of fence before they’d steal my sports car?” I ask.
Leland is silent for a moment before looking back at me. “I’m sorry, did you… did you say something?”
“It’s a good thing I love you,” I say as I kiss the side of his head.
He grins at me. “Yeah? How much do you love me?”
“More than the Mistress, that’s for sure.”
“Oh? Damn… that’s impressive.”
“Thank you.”
Leland tilts his head back and kisses me before settling in to watch the movie. I wrap my arms around him, and he scoots down a bit so his head can lie against my shoulder.
“I thought about leaving… on my own,” Leland admits.
“I’m… not surprised. I know it’s hard for you to bring the rest of us, knowing we could get hurt. But we really do work better together.”
“Tavish the Terrible talked me out of it,” he says.
“I should probably thank him for that.”
“Please don’t. He already has too big of an ego. Imagine if you started thanking him on top of it? We’d never survive.”
“Strangely enough, I think we would.”
He’s quiet for a while, eyes on the TV, before he scoots back, his ass rubbing over my dick. Yes, I did pin him here, but I didn’t think about him torturing me along the way.
I squeeze Leland a bit tighter as I watch drama unfold in the movie that’s currently on. Instead of using any form of communication, the woman is keeping it all hidden and in return is creating far more drama than I can stomach.
“If she just told them what’s going on, the whole thing would be fixed!” Leland snaps.
“It’s weird, I feel like I know someone like that.”
“Oh, if I could fix everything by telling you something, I’d do it. Jackson, I am a phenomenal truth teller.”
“Says the man who was going to run off to save the world alone. Maybe I want to save the world with you.” It’s strange how often I have to remind him of this.
“We’ll think about that,” he says as I feel his finger tug the waistband of my underwear, which is all I’m wearing.
He draws it down until it’s tight under my cock, still facing away like he plans to continue watching TV through all of this.
Then his finger journeys down my length, waking it up with ease while he sits right above it so my cock is between his thighs.
“This will not distract me,” I warn him.
“Distract you from what?” he asks as he closes his thighs lightly around my erection. I can feel his dick through his underwear, and when he shifts a little, the fabric rubs against my cock.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Jackson, I don’t know what you’re talking about in the slightest. I’m doing everything I can to figure it out, but alas… must I suffer this unknowing life?”
“Don’t you?” I ask. “I need to lock the door.”
“I already did. I planned to seduce you into getting my way a long time ago.”
“Of course you did,” I say with a sigh. “And you literally just admitted that you know what I’m talking about! I don’t want you running off on your own or not telling me if you’re doing something that could be risky.”
Leland nods like he’s listening, but he seems to be focused on the lube that he’s picked up. My fingers trail down his back that’s in front of me and I find myself wanting to touch him, stroke him, and hold him.
“Where’d that come from?” I ask, feeling him shift under the blankets a moment before his underwear comes flying out and lands on my head. I pull them off as I feel my bare cock rub against his ass.
“It was here all along.”
I raise an eyebrow while I think about that. “There’s no way the lube was sitting on the bed and I didn’t notice.”
“I’m positive it was. Sitting right here, all alone, calling for you. Like ‘Please, squeeze me over a thick cock… squeeze me harder.’”
“I’m… kind of creeped out,” I comment as he squeezes some lube into his hand before it disappears under the covers. I feel it drip onto my cock when he shifts up a bit. Realizing that the blanket is definitely in my way, I pull it off while I kiss his neck.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, husband.”
My eyes trail down his body as I realize that his fingers are inside of him. My hand snakes around his side and my fingers travel up to his chest. He shivers under my touch and murmurs something under his breath while my hands explore.
“For a man claiming to not be distracted, you sure are easily distracted,” Leland playfully says.
“I can still enjoy you and tell you that we’re not letting you go anywhere alone,” I explain, voice firm.
“We’ll see.”
I hesitate, hand on his chest while the words “We’ll see” bounce around in my head. It’s really such a concerning thing when Leland promises that we will “see” about something.
“Maybe I should disengage while I’m still able to,” I muse as he pushes my underwear the rest of the way down until they hang off one of my ankles.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, pulling his fingers free and lightly brushing my cock.
He slides up, my cock skimming over his balls before he sinks down, rubbing my dick against his ass.
“You still going to run?” he asks.
“I really should,” I say as Leland’s hand strokes my cock before directing it toward his ass. “I really, really should.”
“Sounds like the desperate cries of a desperate man,” he taunts, and I’m positive that Leland is going to be the death of me.
My hand slides down his stomach and over his cock as I feel the head of my own dick against his entrance.
He’s giving me the perfect view while he presses down on me until I feel my cock slide into his tight body, and it feels so fucking good.
Leland sinks down, taking all of me before tossing a look back at me that makes me hesitate.
I knew better.
I should have run.
“You’re going to stay here where you’re safe and sound, you hear me?” he asks, voice commanding.
“I might hear you, but I’m not going to do it.”
“I could take Tavish as a bullet shield and Micah as a secondary shield. Tavish on my front, Micah on my ass.”
“I’m going with you,” I insist, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek. “We’re all going.”
“It’s going to be a long fucking night, then,” he says as he settles in like he’s going to torture me by holding my cock tight and refusing to move. It feels so fucking good being inside him, but it would feel much better if he moved.
My hand drifts back toward his cock, but he intercepts me with ease.
“Let’s watch the movie,” he suggests, turning his attention to it.
Does… Does he really think he’s going to control me by taking control of my dick? What nonsense is this?
I sigh and pepper soft kisses down his neck. “Why can’t I go? Why can’t I protect you? And why has this turned to torture?”
“You do know that I love torture.” He turns briefly and gives me a blissful look.
“I’m well aware!” I complain as I wave toward my cock.
“Ooh, I think you should dress up like that,” he says while he grins at the screen. Like… how is he focused on TV right now?
I hook my hand around his waist and thrust up, which quickly gets me into some strange armlock that tells me if I make this move again, I’m going to regret it.
“You are evil,” I decide, completely incapacitated with one flick of Leland’s wrist. The bigger question is: Why does that turn me on even more?
“You’re welcome,” he says as he squeezes down on me, like sitting here isn’t even torture.
I must remain strong. I mean… does he really think that I would risk his life for sex? “I’m still going. We can sit here all night and I’m still going.”
“Yeah?” he asks, leaning back just enough to kiss me. I gladly kiss him back because I’m a sucker and I adore him. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if you actually got to get off?”
“No. I would never compromise anything just so I could have sex with you once. I would withhold sex for the rest of my life if it meant keeping you safe,” I promise him.
Leland’s face scrunches up, telling me that what I just said wasn’t what he was hoping to hear. “Don’t sicken me.”
“Caring about you is sickening?”
“Very much.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Hmm…”
I nip his throat. “Don’t you want me to go so you can show me how sexy you are? What if I’d missed you throwing a plate at that guy?”
“I would have been pretty disappointed,” Leland murmurs.
“What if you manage to flip a man like Cassel did?”
He freezes and then turns to glower at me. “You’re not supposed to ever repeat that. You know nothing about that.”
“You’re right. I know nothing. I’m just saying what if you did it?”
“Then I would want you to be there for it,” he whispers. “But I love you so much I will sacrifice you getting to see me do something sexy to keep you safe.”
I kiss a line up his neck while my brain works overtime. There really needs to be a way to get out of this. “I love you so much I would move mountains for you.”
“I know.”
“I would put up with the monthly gun box you’re trying to subscribe to.”
“I can’t find any.”
Of course he looked. “I’ve forgiven you for tying up my friend and locking him in an unknown location.”
“I think it was him who had to forgive me, not you,” Leland says.
“We are better together, and you know it.” I rub my hands up his chest, enjoying touching him.
“I don’t like having to fear for you. I don’t like walking into every situation and questioning if someone is going to hurt you or shoot you. So you just stay here.”
“The moment you took my hand, you promised we’d be in this together,” I say as I lift his hand up and kiss his ring.
Leland sighs and leans back into me. “Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck,” he mutters again, and I know that I’ve finally won him over.
When I test moving my hips, my arm isn’t immediately taken over, telling me that he’s permitting this.
He tilts his head toward me while I reach around and stroke his cock before pushing him forward until we’re no longer sitting with him on my lap; instead, he’s on his knees, chest on the bed, my cock still buried in him.
He moans as he allows this change of position that allows me to move after being tortured for far too long.
It means that my first thrust makes me feel so fucking sensitive that I have to stifle a groan while I grip his hips.
I love this man. I love him so fucking much that it would make him significantly uncomfortable if I told him how much.
So I’ll show him how much I love him every day for the rest of our lives.
Which means that no matter what happens, I will not leave his side.
I will keep loving him, I will continue doing everything I can to keep him by my side.
Even when he thinks he’s torturing me.
Looking back over his shoulder, Leland says, “You’ve got that mushy look on your face, Jackson, and if you don’t straighten up, I will withhold all of the sex.”
“Nooo, please don’t withhold the sex. I don’t think I could take it anymore.”
“Is that a smirk?”
“I can’t look mushy and I can’t smirk?” I ask as I pull out of him, grab his leg and flip him onto his back before pushing back inside of him. I love the way it makes him moan and arch his back.
He nods. “That is correct.”
“Then what expression might I hold?”
“The same one you wore the first night we met.”
“That was very much a ‘fuck my life’ expression,” I say as I try to deliver.
Leland laughs and pulls me down for a kiss. “Yes, that’s the one.”
His kiss deepens, his tongue tangling with mine while my hand grips his cock, stroking and caressing until he’s desperate for release.
There’s this evil little monster in the back of my head that really considers torturing him like he did to me, but he’s drawn me so far into his world that I get lost in it, unable to hold back.
I thrust, driving inside of him as he moans and pulls me closer when he comes. I can’t last much longer and my balls tighten, the heat in my body rushing through me while I come inside of him.
I kiss him softly as I pull out of him. “So this means I get to go tomorrow?”
“It’s debatable,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow but he just grins at me before rolling out from under me and off the bed.
“I guess I should have magicked a box of tissues onto the bed as well,” he comments. “I was far too caught up in my desire to punish you.”
“And I still don’t quite know why,” I say while I follow him into the bathroom.
He grabs some toilet paper to rub at the lube, but I steal another kiss from him first. “We’re going together or we’re not going at all.
We’ll live down in this basement where you’ll never get to shoot a gun again.
We’ll be like little hamsters in your cage. ”
Leland gasps and draws back. “How dare you?”
“How dare I? How dare you!”
“You play a mean game,” he says.
“Do I?” I ask, rather confused when I’m positive he’s the one who made up this game.
“You suckered me into doing what you wanted.”
I’m still not quite sure I did, but if he wants to believe I won this round, I’ll take it.