Chapter 8
JACKSON
Sage has only been staying with me for a handful of days, yet I already can’t imagine life without her.
She makes coffee every morning while I prepare breakfast, then we sit down and talk about nothing and everything.
I know all about Sage’s difficult clients, her love of coffee and nineties pop music, as well as some of her sadder memories of growing up.
In such a short time, I feel like I know her better than anyone I’ve ever met.
“Lunch is almost ready!” Sage calls out from the kitchen. I have another day off, which means spending every second with my new obsession.
“You didn’t have to make me anything,” I tell her as I step up behind her. Looping my arms around her waist, I pull Sage against my chest and nuzzle into the side of her neck before kissing her there.
“What if I wanted to?”
I spin Sage around and capture her lips with mine. I take my time exploring her mouth with long, lazy strokes of my tongue. She responds by sliding her hands up my chest and circling them around my neck. I grip her hips in a punishing hold, helping her grind against me as we get lost in this kiss.
“In that case, thank you for lunch, baby girl,” I whisper against her swollen lips once we break apart. Sage is still catching her breath when I step away, her cheeks flushed from our heated moment.
I carry our plates to the table, my stomach growling when I see the triple-decker sandwich Sage made for me. Hers is about half the size, which makes me smile. She’s about half my size, so that makes sense.
We devour our meal, and I gather up our dishes and bring them to the sink. Sage is still sitting at the table, her left foot tapping on the hardwood floor as if she’s nervous.
“Is everything okay, beautiful?” I ask as I join her at the table.
“Yeah. I, um… I was wondering if we could go out today? Not that I don’t love your place, but I’m feeling a bit cooped up.”
I nod and consider her request. It didn’t occur to me that she’s basically been locked inside my house for the last four days. Of course, she has cabin fever.
While I still don’t have all the information about Sage’s father and whatever trouble he’s caught up in, I’m confident Sage will be safe with me by her side.
I’ll have the answers soon. In the background, I’ve reached out to my contacts in the private sector as well as used my years in the intelligence community to hunt down some leads.
“Let’s go out for a walk,” I suggest. “I’ll drive us out to Clearwater Lake, and we can spend some time in nature together.”
Sage’s eyes light up, matching her bright smile. Pride swells up in my chest that I could make her this happy. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
My girl jumps out of her chair and steps between my parted legs, her hands resting on my shoulders. She presses soft kisses all over my face, making me laugh. I haul her into my lap, kissing her for real. I can’t seem to help myself. I want my lips on her at all times.
Twenty minutes later, we’re hiking around the lake, enjoying the cool breeze and faint bird songs.
The trail curves around Clearwater Lake and into some denser wooded areas.
I look over at Sage, silently asking if she’d like to continue our walk.
She nods enthusiastically, her deep green eyes sparkling with adventure and contentment.
As we walk through the forest hand in hand, a wicked idea pops into my head. I’ve wanted to fuck my girl against a tree since that moment in the backyard when I gave Sage her first orgasm.
I tug her to the side, watching with pleasure as she follows my silent command. Her eyes glitter with mischief as I back her into a tree, crashing my lips down on hers. Sage grabs my shirt and pulls me closer as she sucks on my tongue, welcoming my kiss and fighting me for control.
"You read my mind," she breathes out, her voice laced with an undeniable urgency.
I growl against her lips, biting and nipping at her before licking into her mouth.
My hands slide up the dress she’s wearing, pushing the fabric up as I feel every inch of her soft, porcelain skin.
She moans and drags her hands down my chest, her fingers tugging at my belt and then working my button and zipper open.
Sage grips my hard as fuck dick, pulling me out and pumping me roughly.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving the fact that she’s this needy, this turned on, and this desperate for me. The thought makes me grunt possessively as my hands find the little scrap of fabric covering her pussy. I rip it off her body and swallow down her gasp, my fingers sliding through her folds.
Goddamn, she’s soaked for me, her cream dripping over my fingers and pooling in my hand. I circle her clit, the hard little pearl throbbing and swollen. Her legs shake, and I swear she’s about to come from that one touch.
Without wasting any time, I grip her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the tree as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I look directly into her lust-filled eyes as I slam my cock inside her greedy little cunt.
Sage sucks in a breath and bites her lips to contain her scream. She comes as soon as I hit the end of her. I growl and hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her orgasm from the inside out, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling from her core and dripping down my aching dick.
She buries her head into the side of my neck, panting and shaking and whimpering my name. It’s more than I can take. I pull out of her pulsing, tight little pussy and push back inside, fucking her roughly, just like we both need.
“Jackson… Oh fuck, Jackson… I-I-I’m…”
Holy shit, is she…
The goddess in my arms tangles her fingers in my hair and rips my head up, the sting shooting straight bliss to my cock, making it swell up and stretch her out even more.
Sage rests her sweaty forehead on mine, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
Pained whimpers and grunts leave her mouth with each brutal thrust I’m giving her.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl.
My words unlock her orgasm, and Jesus, she comes so hard, shaking and sobbing out her release as her arms and legs squeeze me tightly.
I grip her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I grind against her cunt and clit, keeping her right there, forcing her to feel it, feel me, feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her.
My balls are heavy with my pent-up orgasm, my dick throbbing and angry as fuck. But I want more. So much more. And I know exactly how I want it.
I set Sage down, her legs trembling much like the rest of her. She tilts her head up, peering at me through the fog of bliss surrounding her. I kiss her forehead, nose, and lips, allowing her to catch her breath.
And then I spin her around, pushing her forward so she has to brace herself with her hands on the tree.
I flip the skirt of her dress up and grip her cheeks, spreading her open for me so I can sink into her tight, wet little hole.
With a feral roar, I snap my hips against her ass, stuffing her full of my thickness.
“S-s-so d-d-deep,” Sage stutters out on a moan, her pussy contracting around me over and over.
I’m reduced to grunts and growls, tipping my head back and bouncing her off my dick. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my balls draw up tight, my orgasm crawling down my spine and stealing the air from my lungs.
Sliding one arm beneath Sage’s hips, I hold her still as I piston in and out of her. She claws at the tree, then balls her hand up in a fist and pounds it against the wood as she succumbs to a final, vicious orgasm.
I slide my hand further down her body, rubbing her clit in furious circles as my other hand grabs a fistful of her strawberry blonde hair.
She soaks my shaft with her cum and shudders in my arms. I bury my face between her neck and shoulder, breathing her in, feeling her shiver and pulse around me as I finally let go.
My orgasm barrels through me, clutching my muscles and making me shake uncontrollably as I come harder than I ever have. I shoot my release deep inside her still-throbbing core, each rope of cum forcing its way out in blissful, torturous waves.
It lasts forever, and yet it will never be enough. I know I’ll want this woman wrapped around me as often as possible, chasing our pleasure and taking each other to heights unknown.
We both groan as I reluctantly pull out of her.
My girl sags against the tree, using it for support.
I hastily clean myself up with Sage’s discarded panties, getting my pants zipped up and my belt on before turning back to Sage.
She’s still slumped over, seemingly unable to move.
I smirk, knowing I gave her so many orgasms she can barely function.
I gently clean her up as well, righting her dress and placing a kiss on the side of her neck before gathering her limp body into my arms and holding her close. Sage sighs and snuggles into my chest, bringing me more joy and contentment than I’ve ever known.
“My mom and aunt are going to love you,” I tell her once we’ve somewhat recovered. I had hoped my statement would make her smile, but to my horror, tears well up in her eyes. “Sage? What’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?”
She shakes her head no as the first tear falls. “I’ve just… I’ve been alone for so long,” Sage whispers. My heart aches for her and everything she’s been through. “It’s hard to believe people want to meet me and welcome me into their family, you know?”
“Sweet girl,” I murmur before kissing away her tears.
“You have no idea how loved you are.” Sage gasps, her eyes snapping up to mine when she hears my declaration.
I don’t back down. In fact, I want to make myself as clear as possible.
“That’s right, Sage,” I continue in a gentle voice, cupping her cheek in my hand.
“I love you. I’m not expecting you to say anything back, I just need you to know where I’m at. I love you, Sage Makenzie.”
My beautiful Sage blinks in disbelief, then buries her head in my chest. I wrap my arms around her and rock her back and forth, holding all of her broken pieces together.
This should be a purely perfect moment, but in the back of my mind, I know I need to tell the truth about me not being her bodyguard.
In all honesty, I’ve been wondering where her real bodyguard is.
The guy must be terrible if he can’t even find his client.
“Thank you,” Sage whispers. I kiss the top of her head and soak in this time with her. We’ll talk soon, I promise myself. I just hope she can forgive me for starting our relationship on a lie.