13. Jackson
13
JACKSON
T he carnival was a huge success. Damn near the entire town seemed to come out to play games, eat food, and donate. We got over ten thousand dollars from donations alone. The games, food, and toys brought in another fifteen thousand for the hospital.
Plus, the local and national networks stopped in to film their fluff pieces. That will trickle in more donations over the next few days since Ginger made a sign with a QR code right out front where they were stationed. She’s absolutely brilliant.
We’ve been cleaning up for a coupleof hours, and we only need to sweep up. I find Ginger out front, still in her elf costume except now she’s wearing her sneakers.
She’s humming loudly enough that I can hear her from a few feet away, and she’s bopping to the beat, paying no mind to anyone who might see her. I love that part of her. She’s so unequivocally herself. Genuine. Even when she’s working.
I grab her broom. “Good job today.”
She looks up at me with bright eyes and red cheeks. Her smile is wider than normal. Ginger leans a little too to the side, and I catch her by the arm as she wobbles.
“Are you drunk, Miss Thatcher?”
Her smile transforms into a full-blown grin with a little giggle. “Mm, no. But I am tipsy.”
To prove her point, she pulls a small, silver flask from the bodice of her dress and takes a swig.
I shake my head at her, but she’s just pulled off the best event we’ve ever had, and I can’t help but smile at the way she’s gone from the woman in charge to this silly young thing again. There’s so many layers to her, and I want to peel back each one. Pull out every different face. Every version. Until I know her completely.
She waves the flask at me. “A gift from one of the donors today for impressing them. It’s helping me stay warm and sprinkle some more magic around until I take these stockings off.”
My head falls back with a laugh.
Her eyes are bright with mischief. And I’m imagining peeling them off of her myself. I want to kiss her again. It’s not the first time I’ve had that thought today.
Pulling back, I gesture her back onto the sidewalk. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
“But things aren’t clean yet.” She gestures back to some of the leftover debris. It’s no more than a normal day’s worth of work at this point.
“Someone else can take care of it. You’ve been here all day, working nonstop.”
Ginger huffs like she’s going to fight me, but I’ve already got her walking toward my truck. “Hey. You don’t need to drive me home. I can call my dad…”
I roll my eyes. “Ginger, your place is on my way home. There’s no sense in having him come all the way back out. I’m driving you. Plus, you’re drunk. You can’t drive.”
When I catch a glimpse of her again, her lip is between her teeth.
“What?”
“I really like your no-nonsense dad tone.” That glimmer of spunk she shows me when we’re flirting surfaces.
“You do, do you?” I swing her around the back of my truck and open the passenger door for her. She turns to me, her touch finding the center of my chest and ambushing me with a heat that’s hard to temper.
Ginger doesn’t usually touch me. A brush here or there, but nothing deliberate.
Why does she have to be so tempting all of the damn time?
That quirk of a smile is tipping me past my barriers, but she retreats and slides onto the bench seat with grace.
I close the door behind her and circle the front of my truck to get in the driver’s seat. When I shut us in alone, she’s curled up on the seat, looking at me. I shake my head. “Buckle up.”
She pouts at me, then does as I ask. The drive to her father’s sprawling ranch property where her house is located, is only fifteen minutes at this time of night, and Ginger sings along with the radio for ten of those minutes.
When we turn onto the back road that will take us to the sixty-acre plot, she unbuckles and slides along the bench seat to press against my side. “Are you still cold? I’ve got an extra jacket in the back.”
A shake of her head has me tensing. So much of her is pressed into so much of me. Fuck, I want to touch her. Want her to touch me.
The heat of her palm finds my knee, making me clench my hands around the steering wheel to keep myself steady.
“Jackson.” The way she says my name sets my blood boiling.
“Ginger,” I reply when she lets the silence hang.
“I never get to touch you. I can so freely graze and stroke and squeeze everyone else. But not you.” Her hand slides up my thigh, and my cock rages to life in less than a second. “It’s not fair.”
Her mouth is next to my ear, and her breath fans the sensitive skin of my neck. It takes all of my effort not to close my eyes at the sensation. Her name falls from between my clenched molars, and she hums in response, squeezing my inner thigh so close to my hard-on that I twitch in my jeans.
Her ever-closer caresses without touching me directly make the last few minutes of our drive take forever and no time at all.
Turning onto her mile-long driveway springs her into action, cupping and stroking me with long movements. Ginger grazes her teeth against the shell of my ear, nipping the lobe before she nuzzles under the back of my jaw.
“Fuck, Ginger.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own.
We barely make it to her house, where I throw the truck in park and drop my head back. Still clutching the steering wheel, I try to recapture my good sense. I’m pretty sure that’s a lost cause because she strokes me again and kisses my throat.
“What about Gracie?” I ask her in between frantic kisses.
“Mom brought her home. She should be in bed,” she says hastily, sucking my lower lip into her mouth and biting down on it gently.
“Thank fuck for that at least,” I growl, allowing myself to surrender to the inevitable.
My arm is around her, drawing her into my lap without a second thought. The fluff of tulle under my hands has my nails digging into her already torn tights.
Her face hovers so close, nose drawing back and forth against mine. Cupping my face, she smiles, letting loose a soft giggle that will torment me when I return to my bed alone tonight.
I grip her thighs harder. She grinds herself over me, sinking her hands in my hair and looking at me with dreamy eyes. When her face tips forward, she whispers, “Nothing to say?”
But her mouth slants over mine before I can conjure up a retort.
Her kiss is more tentative than I expected, but the softness touches me so deeply. Her hips start to move. Traces of her molten heat burn me through my jeans.
When her hand fists into the front of my shirt, she pulls back to look at me again. Searching her eyes, I don’t wait to show her how much I want her, planting a fierce kiss on her lips. She duels with me, giving back everything I give to her.
Soon, we’re rocking together, and I’m desperate to rip those tights open and explore what’s beneath.
She must feel how hard my lust is riding me, because she pulls back and whispers, “Just tear them. They’re ruined anyway.”
I take two quick, deep breaths before I do it, ripping them down the back seam, and exposing the thin cotton of her panties. Fuck, the heat of her against my hand as I press into the wetness there is incredible.
My groan has her grinning again.
I rub her harder, feeling the slight give that screams of her arousal. Finally, I find my tongue. “I want to fuck this pussy before it overheats.”
Her laugh is full of delight. Fingers twisting in my hair, she nips at my mouth. “What are you waiting for?”
I lift her hips higher and yank open my jeans. My cock springs free. Tugging her panties aside, I drag my head through her folds. The move has us both moaning quietly in anticipation. Once I’m notched in place, Ginger drops down to take more of me.
We work ourselves together with a few slow moves until every roll of her hips slides my shaft deep within her. She gasps softly with each thrust. I pull her back down for a kiss, drawing out every move to prolong this.
I don’t want to let go of her, yet, I’m aching from the feel of her wet heat undulating over my cock. I mean, fuck, she feels better than I imagined. Better than I’ve had in a long, long time.
Ginger scrapes her nails across my scalp and down my neck, and I can’t fight back the moan it draws out of me. She’s discovered my kryptonite. And her smile tells me she knows it.
“Is that your button?” Her mouth traipses down my neck, and my hands tighten around her hips. It slows us down even more, grinding together instead of fucking.
Sucking gently, her teeth press but don’t pinch on my lip. It drives my hips up, and another moan escapes me. She hums against my skin, the vibrations shooting through me.
“I kind of like making you speechless.”
I laugh lightly. She always pushes that one step further.
Running my hands over her stocking-clad thighs, I fluff up the tulle skirt. Underneath, Ginger is so small. One arm wraps easily around her to hold her in place, and my other lifts up her elf costume. She shivers a little. It’s cold and I feel bad about tugging off her clothing until she starts wriggling, demanding that I keep fucking her.
There are no straps on the dress, and when my fingers spread over her shoulders under the mini cloak, she shivers.
I want access to more of her.
Testing the structure of the bodice, I find the small zipper that keeps to costume tight to her flesh. When I draw it down, Ginger sits up, looking me straight in the eyes.
I peel the fabric from her chest, grinning wildly as I find her milky flesh and dark pink nipples underneath. “Look at those pretty little things.”
With both hands gripping her waist, I lean up to capture a nipple in my mouth and shove my cock in to the hilt, crushing her clit against my pelvis.
Her head spills back, and the ragged moan she utters is pure bliss. Rolling her nipple against the roof of my mouth, I suck and tug at it. Nails dig into the back of my neck. Fingers tug at my hair.
“We should have called you the Naughty Elf instead,” I say against her skin, giving her hard nipple another little suckling tug.
The way she shudders over me has me thrusting into her, using my arm as a brace to swing her down over me at the same time. That sweet little pussy grips me as I latch on to her other breast.
“God, yes .” She grows pliant in my grip, letting me take as much of her as I want. It’s intoxicating.
I wish I had more space. More time. The ability to spread her out and take my fill, to wrap myself up in her. To show her that I want more than just her body. She has an absolutely amazing body, but that isn’t what makes time spent with her feel like magic.
And fuck, let’s not sugarcoat things here. The elf costume is really doing it for me.
Especially with the dress splayed around my waist and her breasts swinging from the power of my thrusts. This delicious sight will be the center of my fantasies for however long I have to go after this until I get another taste of her.
The force with which we rock together has pleasure zapping along my every nerve ending. I need to feel her come on me before I lose it. She’s riled me up past the point of no return.
I have to have her.
A slight shift of my hips, and we find a new angle that has her crying with each impact, the slickness from her pussy coating both of our thighs.
The utter fucking ecstasy of her orgasm is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And as she slowly relaxes above me, still taking the full force of my thrusts as I seek my own end, I hold her against me. Pressing my mouth to her ear, I whisper whatever comes to my mind—how perfect she is, how much I’ve wanted this, how much I want her, how good she feels, what a good fucking girl she is for taking it all. I can’t keep track of my own thoughts, let alone rein them in.
Ginger lurches forward to trap my throat in her mouth, sucking, biting, licking until I’m ablaze with pleasure. But when she finds that detonation mark where my neck and shoulder meet, I’m an absolute goner.
My hips buck against hers as I hold her down, wishing I could crawl inside of her. No matter how close I get, it won’t ever be enough.
We settle together for a few heartbeats, and her mouth finds mine again, kissing me with a smile.
Then, she’s pulling her dress up and sliding off of me, opening the driver’s side door and slipping out into the cold.
“Thanks for the ride, Jackson,” she calls over her shoulder, giving me one last playful look before she scampers inside.