Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
JACKSON
The night around me melts away into a sensual blur. All that exists is Bella, her cobalt gaze glinting in the moonlight, her gardenia scent wrapping me in its soft embrace. But those edible pink lips are too far away for comfort.
I hook my other hand beneath her thigh and tug her closer. She gasps, her knee fitting between my legs. I trail a hand up the side of her arm and into the silky haven of her hair. It’s far softer than I imagined. I hum low, wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck.
She shivers under my grip, arching toward me. “Jackson…”
I’m enjoying the view of her from this close, though I want so much more than the rocking chair and front porch visibility will allow. “Yes, Bella?”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“I was thinking about it,” I tease, my mouth drifting closer to hers. She wriggles in her seat. Our lips are only inches apart, and I like to see her squirm. “Need to make sure you really want this first.”
She lets out a petulant huff. “I do. I want it.”
That’s all I need to hear. I knot my fingers in her hair and bring us together, our mouths meeting hungrily in the middle. Her pink lips slide like silk against mine, and the faint taste of wine mingles with her breath as we kiss. The first one is hesitant, introductory. The second one is downright indecent. Our tongues come out to play, and before long she’s whimpering, fisting the front of my shirt.
Bella likes it. And I like it even more.
In the background of our kissing, I hear a faint shout. I don’t have the brain power to focus on it, not when Bella’s kisses have me rock hard and desperate to take her on the porch, onlookers be damned.
Urgent clopping follows, like hooves against packed dirt. The hooves hit the wooden steps of the porch before my kiss-addled brain can put two and two together. I break the kiss just in time to see Baabara storming the porch.
“Jesus, Baabara.” I lob a sigh just as she clatters our way, baaing angrily. She begins to headbutt the space between me and Bella, as though demanding we separate. I stand, pushing my chair back, which puts Bella at eye level with my crotch—and the noticeable ridge beneath my jeans. Her fault.
“Eyes up here, Sweet Pea.” I lift her chin, smirking down at her. The front door of the house flies open a second later, and Gran is in the doorway in her nightgown, gazing with resignation out at Baabara.
Gran sighs. “I thought you said you put her in the palace for the night.”
Baabara headbutts me, pushing me away from Bella, who has recoiled into her rocking chair, laughing into her bent knees.
“I did. She must have escaped somehow.” Baabara rams me so hard that I stumble a few extra steps away from Bella. “I’ll take her back and double check the latch.”
“What’s she so hellbent on accomplishing right now anyway?” Gran throws her hands in the air. “I swear, I never have problems with her, and then you show up and she’s a different sheep altogether."
"She really likes Jackson,” Bella says, though you can barely hear her because Baabara’s massive girth has completely trapped Bella in her seat.
“Come on, you,” I tell Baabara, pushing at her butt, which has just a small layer of regrown fuzz since her late-spring shearing. “It’s bedtime. And you know it.”
She begrudgingly follows me off the porch and back to her palace. I latch her inside again, where she watches me with sad eyes.
“Don’t be jealous of Bella, okay?” I pet between her ears. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Baabara baas softly as I return to the front porch. Bella is standing near the door, watching me with hungry eyes. I hurry up the steps, stopping inches from her. I’m almost a full head taller than her, and I curl my fingers around the back of her neck, gazing into her eyes.
“Should we take this upstairs?”
She nods, clutching at my hand on her neck. We race inside the house and up the stairs, pausing in the hallway briefly to steal a few kisses and make an important decision.
“Your bedroom or mine?” I ask her, my lips grazing her hairline.
“Yours.” There’s no hesitation.
We slip into my bedroom, and when the door closes something electric shivers between us. Something serious. I dip down and capture her lips in a kiss, backing her up slowly toward the bed. We fall gracefully onto it, the frame creaking slightly as our weight meets it. As my fingers tangle in her hair, she’s tearing at my shirt, wrestling it away from my body, clawing at my jeans.
“You’re so ready,” I murmur through a kiss.
“Dying for it,” she gasps out. I let her undress me, pants to ankles first, then my T-shirt. When I’m left only in my boxer briefs, her gaze falls between my legs. But when she reaches for my cock, I tut and flip her over on the bed. She giggles as I ease her shirt over her head, leaving a trail of kisses along her spine as I go. Her jeans are the next to come off, and she’s wriggling against the bed, looking over her shoulder at me with pure delight.
“Now this is a pretty view,” I say, tugging her panties down and flinging them aside. I flip her onto her back, and her cheeks flush as she watches me sink to my knees at the side of the bed. I hook my hands around her hips and tug.
“Jackson,” she breathes.
“Is this too fast?” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, and then another. She shakes her head.
“It’s just right,” she says, and then I dive into this unexpected dessert. She spreads her legs for me, and my tongue finds her sweet heat. She’s swollen, juicy. I lick and taste every inch of her, while she mewls and writhes and clutches at my head. She shudders after several moments, and then her knees lock tight around my head. From the way her chest rises and falls, I know exactly what happened.
“One?” I take a soft bite of her inner thigh. She just laughs and throws an arm over her eyes.
“Number one for me, yes.” More laughter. “I can’t imagine how many girls have come before me in this bedroom.”
I laugh. “None. I wasn’t some hot shot in high school, trust me. I was the weirdo songwriter with long hair.”
She gasps. “So I’m the first?”
“The one and only to have been licked in Fork Lick,” I confirm.
“I’m the first girl you’ve eaten out in Ethel’s house?” she nearly screeches.
I shush her, falling forward on top of her. We dissolve into laughter, which leads to kisses, which leads to more laughter. Then she’s reaching into my underwear, her smooth hand connecting with the steel of my cock. She gasps, feeling me up and down, exploring the thickness and the head.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks quietly.
“I do.” I press my lips against hers. “One from back in high school, when I tried and failed to lure girls to my childhood bedroom.”
We laugh again, trading sweet kisses that make it feel like we’ve been doing this for years already. I take my time feeling my way across her body—squeezing those perfect tits, tracing the curve of her hips—before I push off of her and grab the condom from my suitcase. I sure didn’t come to Fork Lick thinking I’d use it, but I’ve always got one on me just in case.
She watches intently as I tear the wrapper and roll the latex over my cock. Easing on top of her feels like completing a puzzle. Her warmth sinks into me, prompting a deep sigh of relief as I nudge for entrance between her legs. Our lips seal together as I glide into her, her soft moans forming the most beautiful soundtrack.
I go deeper, keeping close watch on the emotions that splay across her pretty face. We’re locked in, gazing deep, and the heat sparking across my shoulders and down my spine feels like a warning.
This is serious.
“Holy shit, Bella,” I groan. The bed creaks in time with my thrusts.
“I know.” Her fingernails leave crescent moons in my shoulders as she digs in. Her eyes flutter shut when I scoop an arm beneath her and bring our bodies even closer. “Oh God, Jackson, why do you feel so good?”
She whimpers and arches against me, her ankles locking behind my back. I bury my face in the silky gardenia paradise of her hair, and we bump and grind and groove until the pressure building inside is too big to contain. I coax a deep tongue kiss from her, and the way she tightens around me pushes me to the edge.
I’m drowning in this woman. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’ve grown so fond of her over the past two weeks or the fact that I fell for her on sight years ago. It feels so good to explore this, to give in to this attraction that has lurked in the shadows since day one. I snag another kiss, which prompts the dam to open. Heat swirls deep in my belly and my abs go tense.
“I’m coming, Bella,” I murmur through the kiss. Her thighs clamp tighter around my waist.
“Me toooo,” she moans, her head tossed back. Her lips roll in, trying to silence a moan that escapes anyway. Thank God Gran sleeps downstairs. Pleasure shudders through me from head to toe, and I can feel her pussy contracting around me in waves.
Once my hips stop jerking and we’re left breathing heavily, watching each other, I press soft kisses along her jawline.
“Congratulations,” I whisper. “You just got forked in Fork Lick.”
The laughter that erupts from her lips is music to my ears.
It’s a sound I feel like I’ve been grooving to for a lot longer than I have. A sound I want to keep hearing beyond just a couple hookups in Fork Lick.