38. Stone
STONE
I am in heaven.
Officially in dirty, filthy heaven.
That’s how it feels to slide deep into my man’s beautiful, carved body.
To look at Jackson and move inside him.
He’s hot and tight as he clenches around me. I unleash a feral groan because it feels spectacular to fuck him, and to fuck him bare. It’s so damn good that I tremble, shaking all over as I go deeper.
He breathes out hard, his lips parting beautifully. A bead of sweat slides down his chest. He lets out a long, delicious murmur. “Mmmmm . . .”
That sound alone gets me going. I push a little farther, pump a little harder. “Fucking you is amazing, J,” I rasp out.
He grabs my ass harder, pulling me deeper into him. I love that he wants it like this. That he wants me as hard and deep as he gives it to me.
“But it’s better if we kiss,” he growls, grabbing my face, yanking me close.
He smashes his lips to mine, and holy hell. Magic sparks in my body as he kisses me like he owns me.
He does own me. He owns my pleasure.
He owns my heart. He owns my soul.
As we kiss, my hand slides down his chest, over his abs, on a tantalizing track for his cock. I take it in my fist.
He groans louder, grunting, thrusting up against me. “Why don’t you fuck me harder and jerk me off?”
I heed the call, swiveling my hips, working my man the way he works me.
Deeply, relentlessly, ruthlessly.
And hell, does it work.
Jackson is a hot mess.
He is a moaning, groaning mass of muscle and sweat and sin breaking apart beneath me.
He arches, bowing his back, grappling at my arms. “Gonna come any second. Gonna come so hard.”
Pleasure coils in me, gathers in my balls, then intensifies as he shoots all over my hand and his chest. It’s gorgeous and filthy. And it sets me off. I fuck him so hard I lose my mind and come too, in a spiral of bliss.
As I lie there on him, panting, his release smearing my chest, his arms wrap tighter around me, pulling me close. “I’m going to make you so happy every day,” he says in a beautiful bedroom promise that I have no doubt he’ll keep.
“You already do,” I say.
In the morning, neither one of us sneaks out. We leave and get breakfast downstairs like two lovers in Las Vegas do after a night of epic passion.
Our love is no longer a secret. It’s no longer one time only. It’s every time, and this morning feels like it’s going to be the start of every day for the rest of my life.
Ever since I felt the first flicker of attraction to another person, I was open to both men and women. Now, I feel wild attraction for one person. One person who happens to be a guy.
A guy I love with my heart, mind, and body.
When our food arrives, I thank the waiter then take another sip of my chai and give Jackson a pointed look.
“So, are you finally going to tell me?”
His brow furrows as he drinks his coffee. “Tell you what?”
I roll my eyes. “Your plans? Job plans? Hello? You did quit last night, you sneak.”
He laughs and sets down his coffee. “I had a moment yesterday with Cruz where everything became crystal clear. And I talked to the guys. Cruz and Terrence,” he says, gesturing to the front of the restaurant where Terrence stands guard.
“And the moment was discussing how awesome it is to work with me?”
He doesn’t laugh. Instead, Jackson blows out a long stream of air, like he’s about to tell me something hard. He scrubs a hand over his chin. “Yeah, about that . . .”
Nerves prick across my shoulders. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“You might be needing an entirely new group of bodyguards.”
My eyes bug out. “What? You’re all defecting? Like, en masse?” I rub my ear in case I didn’t hear him right.
“We are. We’re starting a company in Los Angeles. A bodyguard training company. We want to teach new men and women how to do the job, and we want to do it in LA. Terrence wants to see his wife more, and Cruz is missing out on his little girl growing up. It’s hard for them on the road, Stone.”
My shoulders sag. “Those guys are awesome. All of you are.”
He gives me a small smile. “They’re giving notice today, but they told me I could tell you. We’ll help and make sure you have detail as you transition, but I think this is going to be great for all of us. And for you and me, since I can do what I love and be free to be with you.”
I snap out of my momentary funk.
Jackson is right. This is great news. I am happy for all three of them. For me, and for them.
But right now, this isn’t about me. It’s about three good men doing right by their loved ones.
I slide out of the booth, move to Jackson’s side, drape an arm around him, and drop a kiss on his cheek. “I’m happy for you, J. That’s awesome.”
A smile curves his lips, and his cheeks flush. He speaks softly. “You’re so affectionate.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “Does that surprise you?”
“No. Just getting used to it.”
“Get used to it, J. You quit your job for me, and I told the world I loved you for you.”
He quirks a brow. “Well, that was kind of for you too.”
I laugh. “Yes. For me and you. And I want to hear more about these plans. I’m stoked for you.”
I let go of his shoulder, bring my breakfast bowl to his side, and dive in. We eat as he tells me about their plans, what they want to do with their new business, how he sees it taking shape.
I listen to every word, loving my guy’s brain, the way he’s devised this in such a short period of time, but how it feels so right. He’s so good at helping and mentoring. It’s part of who he is—someone who looks out for others and guides younger folks as they rise up in their careers and lives.
Plus, there’s another aspect of it I dig.
I slide my hand under the table, squeezing his big, strong thigh. “I love that you’re going to be in LA.” I shoot him a devilish grin. “Did you happen to know I live in LA when I’m not on the road?”
“You do? I had no idea,” he deadpans.
I nod, big and long. “In Venice. I’ve got an awesome pad. Looks over the ocean. Badass third-floor balcony too, with a perfect view. Also, an infinity pool.”
“Show-off.”
I shrug, taking a sip of my tea. “Maybe. I don’t have another tour for a few months. I’m going to be there a lot.”
“You don’t say.” Jackson shoots me a grin as he takes a bite of his eggs.
I wiggle a brow. “You should come over.”
“Yeah? Just to check out this pad?”
“Or to see me.”
He rolls his eyes. “You dumbass. I better see you.”
I lean over, planting another kiss on his cheek. “I want to see you so often that you’ll get sick of me.”
“Stone,” he says, all serious. “Don’t know how to break this to you, but I’ve seen you nearly every day for the last six months, sometimes for eight hours a day.
Lately, more. I’m not sick of you at all.
In fact, it’s the opposite.” Jackson slides a hand along my leg and lets out a low murmur, “I want to see you as much as I can.”
“Every day?”
“Every day. Every night,” he says, and my heart melts.
“You, me, Los Angeles. It’s going to be motherfucking awesome.”
“Yes, it is. But for the record, you had me at ‘balcony,’” he says with a smile.
We finish breakfast, and his phone buzzes. He grabs it and slides open the screen.
“Text from Bethany. She is dying for me to call. She texted me twenty million times last night.” His brow furrows like he’s lost in thought. “Would you want to go to Portland and see her perform in Rent ?” He looks at his watch. “Say, tomorrow?”
There’s nothing I want more than to have that life with my man. So I say yes.
“On one condition,” I add.
“What’s that?”
“Can we take my plane?” I ask with a wicked grin.
“Like I said. Show-off,” he mutters.
I kiss him one more time. “Is that a yes?”
Jackson nods, then brushes his lips to mine. “Yes. On one condition.”
“What’s your condition?”
He whispers in my ear what he wants to do to me on the plane.
“Check, please,” I say, then we go back to my suite, where he gives me a preview, and I’m moaning and groaning and loving every second of it.
When he’s done, it’s time to go hit a local studio.
I’ve got a track to lay down.