Chapter 26 #2
“Is that…?” My voice held a slight tremble as the words came out, my eyes completely unable to move away from the image, but Jackson didn’t seem to notice.
“Poe and Goldie,” he confirmed. “You and me.”
That had my gaze snapping up, only to find him already staring at me for my reaction.
“You and me?” I whispered, struggling to find the air to speak.
“Don’t you think? Poe has always been yours, and I don’t know, Goldie feels like mine. I thought it was fitting for your claim on me. Our horses—us—all in one.”
“My claim?” I mumbled, probably sounding like the world’s biggest idiot, but Jackson didn’t poke fun or tease me. He simply nodded while my brain grappled for understanding. It felt like it was a muddled mess from all the emotions coursing through me.
“Jackson, this is permanent.”
“Yeah, and if I get my way, we are, too.”
My eyes bounced between his green-brown ones as the floor fell out under my heart, but I wasn’t worried about where it would land because it instantly sprouted wings to soar.
It rose high in my chest, filling me with the most overwhelming feeling.
It was one that was achingly familiar, but at the same time completely novel because of who it was for.
I was falling for Jackson Arness.
It was a weightless sensation with him and entirely different from when I’d realized I was falling for Raleigh.
No adrenaline-inducing fear came with slowly handing my heart over to another this time.
It was warm and blanketed me in a soothing security because I knew to the depths of my core Jackson would treasure the disfigured thing my heart had become. There was nothing to be scared of here.
In a blink of an eye, those feelings rushed forward, and my body followed suit, crashing my lips into his with bruising intensity as I tried to convey without words how much this meant to me—how much he meant to me.
Jackson let out a little “oomph” as we stumbled backward, but he quickly returned the kiss with just as much force.
We kept moving until eventually he ran into the kitchen table, the chairs scraping over the hardwood as they were pushed away.
My blood sang as I continued to press into Jackson’s body, slotting myself between his legs as my tongue twisted and slid along his.
The move nestled his bulge directly against my quickly filling erection, and I groaned into his mouth shamelessly.
I’d thrown on a pair of sweatpants after my shower, and the thin fabric did nothing to stunt the rough friction of Jackson’s denim. It felt fucking incredible.
Jackson’s hands traveled from my hips to cup my ass, encouraging me to grind against him more, a guttural curse coming from him as I did just that.
Flames licked along my skin, everything about kissing him and rutting against him like an animal making me feel more alive than I could ever remember feeling.
Jackson’s hands gripped and kneaded at my ass cheeks, and I couldn’t stop the desperate sounds that tumbled from my lips.
It didn’t take long before the telltale feeling at the base of my cock began, and I bit back a whine, not wanting this to be over too quickly.
Not only did I not want to look like a fucking loser, coming in my pants from dry humping him, but there was so much more I wanted to do with him tonight—if he was willing.
Pulling back, I quickly dropped to my knees before him, pressing the heel of my palm against my dick as I tried to adjust it. Jackson let out a choked sound, and I looked up, my mouth filling with saliva at the picture he made.
His cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded, and his hair mussed from where I’d been running my fingers through it.
Both hands gripped at the edge of the table, knuckles white, as his chest rose and fell in heavy pants.
He was so fucking sexy and all mine. That thought made my cock twitch.
Jackson Arness was mine, and I was one lucky son of a bitch because of it.
Running my hands up his thighs, I buried my face into his groin, nuzzling into the obvious tent in his pants. Jackson’s moan was deep and throaty, sending little sparks all down my spine.
“You look so fucking good on your knees for me.” He grunted and it made me burn hotter.
Making quick work of his pants button and zipper, I pulled his jeans down until I could tug the waistband of his boxer briefs and expose his cock.
He was already rock hard, the tip glistening with a pearl of precum that had me licking at my lips.
I wanted him in my mouth more than I wanted my next meal.
Wasting no time, I pulled him out completely, giving him a few quick pumps before licking a stripe up his shaft. He was salty, a little musky, but it was all him. I couldn’t stop the needy groan that escaped me as his flavor burst over my tongue.
Jackson let out a shaky breath, spreading his legs wider as I shifted to take him into my mouth. The weight of him against my tongue was heady, and I tried to start with an easy rhythm right off the bat, all too aware it’d been three years since I’d last sucked a dick.
His fingers skated into my hair, scraping along my scalp as he started guiding me over his shaft, and I moaned around him.
My own dick throbbed in my sweats, but I ignored it as a fuzzy sensation settled over me.
Jackson started slowly fucking into my mouth, and with each move, he pushed deeper and deeper as I did my best to relax my throat
“Shit,” he growled, making my eyes jump to his. “Seeing you with my cock in your mouth is so fucking hot. You like sucking my dick, baby?”
I gave a garbled moan again, choking a little around him as I tried to nod my head.
That only made him groan in pleasure, and it was like every atom in my body popped to life, every synapse firing all at once as he continued to shuttle my head up and down his shaft.
Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, breaking free and trailing down my face as I tried to hollow out my cheeks.
I wanted him wild for me. I wanted him to lose control and be the best he’d ever had.
Trailing one hand up and under his shirt, I skimmed my fingers over his abs, loving how tense they were from his ecstasy. Using my other hand, I massaged at his balls, gently alternating which one I rolled between my fingers.
“Fuuuck.” Jackson gasped, throwing his head back to expose the taut cords of his neck.
I barely had any time to revel in seeing him like that, though, because he gave a sharp tug on my hair, urging me off him.
Insecurity bit at me, sinking through the blissful high I’d found in sucking Jackson’s cock as I glanced back up at him.
Maybe he could sense it because he quickly tugged me up by my arm and pulled me against him to place a deep, drugging kiss against my lips. Instantly, I melted against him, moaning into the kiss and getting lost in it before he pulled away again.
“Almost came,” he explained, a wicked grin on his lips as his hands once again found my ass.
“You could have. You didn’t need to hold back,” I replied, nipping at his jaw.
He let out a rumbly sound but shook his head. “Not yet. I definitely want to come, but not yet, and I want it to be together.”
Something warm bloomed inside me at his words.
We both wanted more from this night than some quick orgasms. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his, hoping to convey just how much I liked the idea of coming together with him, but the kiss quickly became heated again.
Before I knew it, we were all tongues and teeth, and practically feral for each other.
Somewhere along the way, Jackson had shimmied my pants down and they dropped to pool around my ankles. One of his hands came around to grip us both, and I cursed against his lips at the feeling of his hot shaft against my own. Pulling away, my eyes fixated on the scene.
Both of our hard cocks, red and angry, pressed together in Jackson’s fist. He wasn’t quite able to close his hand around the both of us, so I added my own hand in, mesmerized by the sight of Jackson’s dick slick with my spit.
We quickly found a steady pace as we jacked our cocks, our mouths somehow unable to be parted for long.
I was one giant live wire, all the nerves in my body snapping and singing with the pleasure and exhilaration of doing this.
For one split second, my brain brought me back to the night of Goldie’s birth and how different everything was now.
I hadn’t been ready to admit what Jackson meant to me, even to myself.
Something built at the base of my spine, a desperate urge. Jackson felt so right against me like this, but I wanted more. I needed more. I was desperate to be closer, consumed by him, to be completely taken apart and put back the way he saw fit.
“Please…” I whined against his lips, fucking my cock into our fists.
“What do you need?” he asked in a low purr that made goosebumps break out all over me.
“You” was my immediate answer, and Jackson just let out a rough chuckle.
“You already have me, baby, so what else do you need?”
“Need you to fuck me. Please. Want it so bad.” It sounded desperate to my own ears, but I couldn’t care much with the lust pumping through my veins. When Jackson stopped moving his hand, I gave a helpless sound and tried to thrust against him again, but his other hand held my hip in place.
“Really? Is that really what you want this time?” The seriousness of his voice had me looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide but the edges were bunched in a way that conveyed just how important this was to him.
I licked my lips, understanding why he needed this assurance, and suddenly feeling a little unsure. Not about my desire for Jackson to fuck me, but about how he might respond to why I wanted it.