Chapter 7
SEVEN
Fern
I wake up wrapped in Jackson’s arms, my head resting on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady in my ear.
I smile. Last night was incredible. So incredible that it makes this whole wedding and dealing with my family worth it. Everything is so peaceful and easy with Jackson. It’s a breath of fresh air after the last year, and I’m determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.
I’ll have to call Jem and tell her that she was right. I’m glad I took her advice and went for it.
Looking out the window, I see the sun rising. I relax, cuddling closer to Jackson, wriggling into his side. He sighs, and his hand tightens on my hip. I grin. Even in his sleep, he can’t get enough of me.
My phone rings, shattering the peace. I groan and roll over to answer it, but strong hands wrap around me and pull me back. I smile as Jackson’s chest molds to my back and he kisses my neck.
“Where are you going?” he grumbles sleepily.
“Just to answer my phone,” I say as it stops ringing.
“Well, now you don’t need to.”
He turns me in his arms, and we both groan as my phone rings again.
“Ignore it,” he whispers, pressing his lips against mine.
I moan, melting into him and kissing him back. My body heats, and my core clenches as Jackson’s hands move over my body. He grabs my ass, grinding me against him, and I cry out.
It’s crazy that he makes me so needy and achy with just a few kisses and touches.
My phone continues to ring, but we ignore it. It finally stops, and I lose myself in Jackson.
Until it rings again.
“Goddammit,” Jackson growls.
“They’re not going to stop,” I say wearily. “I’m sorry.”
I give him one last kiss before I lean over and swipe my phone off the nightstand. “Hello?”
“Finally!” Valerie snarls. “Why aren’t you answering my calls?”
“I was sleeping,” I lie as Jackson kisses my neck. “It’s early.”
“No excuses! I’m paying you to do a job—”
“You’re not paying me,” I remind her.
I feel Jackson smile against my skin as he rolls me onto my back and kisses his way down my body. He cups my breasts, and I bite back a moan as I arch into his hold.
Valerie is still screaming in my ear, but it’s hard to focus on what she’s saying with Jackson shouldering my legs apart and settling between my thighs.
“Are you listening?” Valerie snaps.
“Uh-huh,” I gasp, my voice low and breathy.
Valerie is so wrapped up in herself that she doesn’t even notice. “We need to get ready for the rehearsal. Get up here so that we can get started.”
I bite my bottom lip, staring down at Jackson as he lazily strokes a finger through my folds. I’m so wet for him. He holds my gaze as he leans forward and licks a path up my pussy.
“Fuck,” I choke out, moaning as his tongue circles my clit.
“What?” Valerie asks.
“Nothing,” I gasp.
Jackson isn’t holding back now. He buries his face in my folds, his tongue swiping up my juices as his thumb teases my clit, moving in sharp, tight circles. His forearm pins my hips to the mattress, keeping me in place as he eats me out.
I desperately try to hold back the moans threatening to spill out as his mouth works me over. My legs tremble on either side of his head, my chest rising quickly with each panting breath.
“Are you coming?”
Valerie’s question startles me out of my building orgasm.
“What?”
“Are you coming up to the suite? I’m waiting,” she says impatiently.
“Yeah, I’ll be up soon.”
Valerie sighs, and I can picture her rolling her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything else. She hangs up, and I toss my phone aside.
Jackson grins up at me, and I suck in a sharp breath. He looks so damn hot with my juices covering his lips and chin. His green eyes are dark, and I almost come from the heat in them.
“Do you need to go?” he asks, pushing a thick finger inside me.
“Oh!” My eyes roll back in my head, and I arch my hips to take his finger deeper.
“Fern? Do you need to go?” he asks again.
I shake my head. “Make me come. Please,” I beg.
With a growl, he sets out to do just that. His lips find my clit, and he sucks the little pearl into his mouth. My legs snap shut around his head, and I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair and holding him to me as he licks, sucks, and devours me.
“Jackson, I… Oh, God!” I cry out as I come.
He groans, his mouth never leaving my soaked skin as he licks me through my orgasm. I collapse with a sigh against the bed.
He kisses my inner thighs, then prowls up my body. I spread my thighs in invitation, hooking my heels behind his back as his cock lines up with my opening.
“It’s going to be quick,” he warns me.
I nod eagerly, clinging to him as he thrusts into me.
We both cry out as he sinks fully inside me.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I hold on tight as he pounds into me.
I can tell he’s close to his own release.
It’s such a turn-on that him going down gets him so hot. He loves my body and all my curves.
Jackson’s eyes lock onto my boobs as they jiggle and shake with his harsh thrusts.
“You want to play with them?” I moan.
He closes his eyes. “Fuck yes.”
“You want to fuck them?”
He curses. “Shit, Fern. You’re going to make me bust already. No more talking from you right now.”
“Really? I like saying dirty things to you,” I admit, feeling bold and sexy.
“Fuck, you have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” he rasps, his pace growing rougher as he loses control. “And you know it too, huh?”
“Roll over,” I order.
He grits his teeth as he does as I ask. Being in control of this big, scarred warrior has me feeling more powerful than I ever have in my life.
Jackson takes me with him as he rolls, and I moan as I straddle his hips, riding him. His hands find my tits, and he molds the soft mounds in his palms. He pinches my nipples as I grind down on him harder and faster.
“So damn hot,” he groans. “Fuck, Fern. You’re perfect.”
I brace my hands on his chest as I bounce on his cock. His eyes darken, and I know he’s close. I want to watch him when he goes off. I want to see his face when he goes over the edge.
It doesn’t take long for me to get my wish. A few more twists of my hips, and Jackson is groaning my name as he comes deep inside me.
“Fuck! Fern, Jesus!”
“Jackson—oh!” My arms shake, and I collapse against his chest as I come with him.
He grips my hips, holding me against him as we come down from our highs.
My phone beeps.
I curse as I roll off him. “I need to get ready.”
“I’ll join you.”
I grin as he climbs out of bed and grabs my hand. He leads me into the bathroom, and I giggle as he shampoos my hair and washes my body. He’s so gentle with me, his hands almost reverent as he washes me.
Then it’s my turn.
I take my time as I grab the washcloth from him. He watches me, his eyes soft as he studies me. He steps under the spray, and my mouth waters as I watch the bubbles slip down his body.
We climb out, and Jackson wraps me in a towel. We dry off and quickly dress. I’m ready first, and I turn to him as I gather my things.
“I’ll see you later?” I ask as I slip on my shoes and grab my bag.
“Of course. I’ll be around if you need anything.”
I smile, giving him one more kiss before I leave.
Hurrying to the elevator, I prepare myself for Valerie’s wrath as I head over to her suite. I let myself in and stand there, staring in shock at the chaos happening in the room.
Dresses and clothes are thrown everywhere. Bridesmaids are either dozing on the couches or leaning on the chairs, looking half asleep. I knew they went out last night, but I didn’t think it would get so crazy.
“There you are!” Valerie shouts.
Some of the bridesmaids wince and hold their heads at her sharp tone.
“Yep. Let’s get started,” I say, cutting her off before she can bitch at me some more.
I sit down with Valerie and take notes as she gives me today’s to-do list. I already had it all on my list, but I know she’ll be snippy if I don’t pretend to hang on every word she says.
I feel like I’m floating as I make my way down my to-do list. Not even Valerie’s entitlement can ruin my mood.
I just spent the night with the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, having mind-blowing sex.
Plus, today is the rehearsal dinner, which means the wedding is almost over.
In forty-eight hours, I’ll never have to talk to or see my family this much again.
I smile as that thought hits me, but it doesn’t last long. My work is almost over, but that means my time with Jackson is also about to come to an end soon.
Am I ready for that?
Do I have a choice?