21. Jackson
Chapter twenty-one
Jackson
I don’t know why I thought I’d get any work done sitting out here. My cursor has been on the same line I’ve been attempting to review for the last thirty minutes. Through my sunglasses, my eyes linger on Georgia’s thighs and the thin white ribbon that holds her bottoms in place over her hips. My dick is hard as steel, straining against my shorts. I take in the bruise forming on her upper hip, wondering if I was too rough with her.
“What’s got your attention, Mr. Blake?”
Her thighs sway open, giving me the most glorious view. “Pull your suit away and show me your pussy.” It’s risky, but fuck, I want to see what’s mine.
“Mr. Blake, that’s not very appropriate.”
“Are you denying me what’s mine?”
Her legs shake, and I look back at her covered cunt, waiting for the spot from her arousal to show. I know my girl, and she’s loving this.
“And what do I get if I show you?” My little minx licks her lips. Her hand smooths down her belly, skating along her thigh. She’s inches from her pretty pussy, and I lock on the thin patch of fabric, waiting to bask in her glistening pussy.
My phone rings.
I glance at the caller and cuss. Holding eye contact, I answer. “Wayne.”
“I hope I’m not bothering you. I was told you took the day off.”
“Of course not.” I pull the phone away and address Georgia. “I have to take this. Don’t move.” I head downstairs into the cabin suite and shut the door. “Tell me what you got.”
Wayne exhales heavily, and I brace myself. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. It took me a while to piece things together. At first, nothing stood out. Then I remembered something. It was a couple of years ago, so I’m not sure if it’s still relevant, but considering everything that’s happened, I think it’s worth mentioning.”
My brows crease as he continues, the timeline catching me off guard. Years ago?
“We had an inspector come in,” he says. “Just routine maintenance—nothing out of the ordinary. What stuck with me, though, was an elementary school tour that happened the same day. Standard field trip stuff: chaperones, curious kids asking the usual questions. But there was this one older boy who stood out. He wasn’t really engaged—kept to himself—and asked questions that felt... off-script. Later, I noticed him away from the group, talking to the inspector. When I asked about it, his response was strange and nervous. He avoided the question like he was hiding something.
“I followed up with the chaperones, and they informed me that he was simply tagging along with his younger brother. But that explanation never sat right with me. The kid came from money—well-dressed, polished—not the kind you’d expect on a warehouse tour.”
“What do you mean?”
“He wasn’t a kid from a local public school. The normal group we get. Just odd.”
“I’m not sure how this connects, but if you think it’s worth looking into, have Gary review the surveillance footage from that day and send it to me. Also, try to get me the name of that kid and who he was with.”
“Will do.”
I disconnect the call, feeling no closer to figuring out who’s behind this. There’s a knock on my door, and Noah sticks his head in. “We’re taking the Wave Runners out.”
“Sure thing. I’ll head up and help.”
“I don’t need a babysitter. I’ve done it a million times.” He doesn’t wait for my response before shutting my door. Little shit. It’s not that I don’t trust him; I want to see what my little forbidden fruit is up to.
When I head up, the boys are dropping the Wave Runners in the water. Georgia sits off to the side, chewing her bottom lip. She looks nervous.
“You three all set?” I scan the boys. Vince straps himself in a life vest while Noah unhooks the runner from the latch.
“Totally. Gonna show Lake Michigan who’s boss,” Vince boasts, and I resist the urge to push him into said lake. Noah ignores me, so I focus on Georgia.
“Have you ever been on a Wave Runner, Georgia?” If she were smart, she’d tell them she wanted to stay back and tan, giving us some time alone.
“No, I haven’t.” There’s anxiousness in her voice.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to—”
“She’s going,” Noah snaps.
“Oh, come on, Georgia. It’ll be fun. You can ride with me. I promise to go slow.” My jaw clenches at the way Vince winks at her.
“Don’t let them pressure you. If you feel uncomfortable—”
“Dad, fuck, stop hovering. She’ll be fine.”
I take a step toward him. “Listen—”
“It’s fine. I’ll go,” she says, rising to grab a life jacket. I watch her closely. The twitch at the corner of her mouth betrays her as she forces a smile. There’s hesitation in her eyes. She’s fucking lying. “Just go slow, okay?” she says to Noah. I fight the urge to clench my fists as anger simmers beneath the surface, doing my best to remain calm and relaxed. Georgia avoids my eyes, and perhaps that’s for the best since Vince seems to have taken an interest in my concern for her well-being.
“Be careful. Make sure the emergency kit is in the compartment.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Noah waves me off. “Hop on, George.”
God, I want to pull her in my arms and tell them to fuck off. I hold my tongue and do my best to keep my jealousy at bay as she climbs on the back and wraps her arms around my son.
“Sure you don’t wanna join, Mr. Blake? We can race.”
“I’m sure. You kids have fun.” Vince revs his engine, sending a surge through the water. The wave lifts Noah’s skis, making it rise and dip with the current. Georgia tightens her grip around his waist, holding on firmly.
“Hold on.” He reverses and then takes off into the water with my girl.
Fuck.
Georgia
“Georgia, relax. You’re gonna cut off my circulation.” That’s easy for Noah to say. He’s used to all these fancy water toys. The closest I’ve been to this much water is our community pool.
“Then slow down.”
“I’m not going fast.”
“Yes, you are!” I yell. God, why did I agree to this?
Noah’s chest rumbles. “Fine, I’ll slow down. Is this better?”
He decreases his speed enough for me to pull my face away from being smashed against his back.
“Oh my God, where’s the boat?”
“About a mile behind us—”
“A mile!”
“Chill. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
“What if some sea creature attacks us?”
He chuckles and revs the engine, and I plaster my face back in his back. “We’re in a lake. No sea creatures. Only fish.”
“Fish? No way. Take me back.” Vince blazes around us, creating a ripple effect.
“Dude, let’s pick up the speed!”
“Can’t. Georgia’s scared.”
Vince scoffs. “Give me a break. You just trying to get some alone time?” I tense against Noah. “If you two wanna fuck out here—”
“Fuck off, dude.”
“Don’t be a pussy. It’s a little race. You know it takes a lot to tip these bad boys. She’s fine.”
“I’m good—”
“Chicken, bok-bok-bok—”
“Fuck you. You’re on. Hold tight,” Noah says to me, not allowing me to have any input. I grip around his waist with everything I have and squeeze my eyes shut as he takes off. He speeds up, hopping over a wave, and I scream as we slam back down.
As soon as we stop, I’m going to murder him.
“Noah, please slow down,” I beg, but he doesn’t listen. I open my eyes, only to clench them shut again at how fast we’re going. “Seriously, slow down.”
“Come on, pussy! That’s all you’ve got?” Vince hollers before gassing some more and shooting off. Noah, thankfully, starts to slow, and I open my eyes, peering around us.
“Um… what is he doing?”
“Don’t worry.”
Don’t worry? His psychotic friend has turned his Wave Runner around and is speeding straight at us. “Yeah, I’m past that. Are you gonna move?”
“He’s not gonna hit us.”
“Great. For my sanity, move!”
“George, I can’t. He’ll win.”
Jesus Christ. “Noah, I don’t care if you—”
“I’m not fuckin’ movin’!” Vince is gunning toward us at an unsafe speed.
“He doesn’t look like he is. Seriously, this isn’t funny—”
“Fuckin’ chill. I got this—”
“No, you don’t! You’re scaring me. Move!”
“He’s not—”
“Noah!” I scream as Vince turns his Wave Runner too late and clips the front of ours. My grip on Noah loosens, and my body jerks, catapulting me off the runner. I slam into the water, engulfing a mouthful as I go under before the life jacket thrusts me back to the surface.
“Georgia!” Noah yells, but I’m too discombobulated to focus. My heart pounds in my ears, and I splutter, trying to breathe while blinking away the water in my eyes. “Fuck! George, are you okay?” Noah dives in and swims toward me, pulling me to him. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay?”
I can’t help it. My lower lip begins to quiver. “Fuck you, Noah.”
“George, I’m sorry.”
I thrust my fists forward, hitting him in the chest. “You’re not sorry! I told you!”
“I didn’t think—”
“That’s the problem—you never think.” I wipe at the mixture of water and tears. “I want to go back.” He nods without another word and swims back to the Wave Runner, helping me climb on. I look over at Vince, and my skin runs cold at his smirk. Noah maintains a slow pace on the way back. When we arrive, I spot Jackson walking down to the boat ramp.
“Didn’t expect you guys back so—what happened?” His eyes land on me, the intensity I love and fear spreading across his face. “What the fuck, Noah?”
“It was an accident—”
“Accident? What the fuck happened?” Noah ties the WaveRunner up and attempts to help me off, but Jackson reaches out and takes my hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.” Though, I can’t hide the distress in my voice. Jackson’s expression is murderous, and I don’t want to be the reason they fight.
“It really was an accident,” I fib.
“See? Simple oopsie-daisy. No one got hurt.” I hold in my own scowl at Vince. He climbs off his Wave Runner and jumps onto the boat, nudging my shoulder with his. “Right, Georgia?” His smile turns my stomach. He walks off in the direction where Noah left.
“Look at me,” Jackson orders. “Are you really okay?”
“Yeah, just freaked me out.”
“What happened?”
“It was an accident.”
“Peach, the truth.”
“They were playing chicken. Noah swore Vince would give in, but he didn’t.”
“Son of a bitch.” He twists to go after Noah, but I grab his arm.
“Jackson, don’t.”
“I told him to be careful.”
“I know. It wasn’t all his fault. Vince… he wasn’t going to stop at all.” He reaches out to touch me, but I stop him. “Don’t. Vince is above deck watching us.” He drops his hand.
“That little shit is dead.”
“Thank you for your concern. I want to throw myself in your arms, but it’s best I walk away.”
He lets out a shuttered breath. “Fuck, I’d love that.”
“Tonight?”
“You’re mine tonight.”
I grant him a small smile. “Good. See you tonight, Mr. Blake.” I walk away, the heat of Jackson’s greedy eyes on my back.
By the time evening falls, the need buzzing in my veins has intensified to a livewire. A simple touch and I fear I’ll detonate. Noah and Vince head straight to the media room, not sparing me a second glance, neither hearing me when I claim exhaustion and say I’m going straight to bed.
I open and close my bedroom door for effect then tiptoe down the hall to Jackson’s room. I reach for his doorknob when it turns on its own and I’m pulled inside, the door shutting as I’m pressed against it. “You took forever,” Jackson growls before claiming my lips. “Fuck, it’s been too damn long since I’ve tasted these lips.” His tongue slides along my bottom lip, and I gasp, allowing him to delve inside. All the stress from today melts as I lose myself in his lips. Mint with a hint of bourbon.
“God, same. I’ve been dying for you all day.” He fondles my breast, taking my nipple between his fingertips and pinches, and I moan at the slight pain. He moves his hand between my breasts and over my belly before plunging beneath my shorts.
“This better be for me,” he growls, gliding his finger through my slick folds. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites before releasing it.
“It’s only for you. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”
Without warning, he thrusts two thick fingers inside me, and I can’t help but moan at the intrusion.
“Always so wet for me. My dirty little girl loves my hand. But she loves my mouth more.” He pistons a third finger deep inside my pussy, and my knees give out. His free hand cradles my waist, adding more pressure.
“Jackson,” I exhale, a raw, raspy moan escaping my lips.
“You’re drenching my hand, Peach.” He pumps in and out, stretching me. “Tell me what you want—what you need.”
“Your mouth,” I pant.
His hand disappears, and I cry out at the absence. “Taste yourself. What a fucking treat you are.” He shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I work them the way I would his cock, sucking off the remnants of my arousal. “That’s right. Suck yourself off me. It’s like heaven, isn’t it?” My sex pulsates. “Undress,” he states, sliding his fingers along my bottom lip before he steps away. “I want you naked on the bed. Put that pretty little cunt on display for me.”
I slip out of my clothes, climb onto the bed, and position myself on all fours, my ass facing him. Cocking my head back, I watch as he admires the view. He stands, stroking himself, his clothes in a pile at his feet. I can’t help but lick my lips. His crown glistens with pre-cum, and I ache to lick it off.
“Not yet, pet. You’ll have your turn. Now, it’s mine. All fucking mine.” His hands are on my hips, spreading my ass cheeks, and his mouth is on me. He’s not gentle. This isn’t about teasing or taking his time. He devours me like I’m his last meal. His nose presses between my cheeks as his tongue plunges into my cunt. “You’re like a dream.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Too good to be true.” He slides a finger into my sex, then pulls out and teases the entrance of my back hole with my arousal. “And, baby, I never want to wake up.” He pushes past the barrier of my puckered hole, and I moan out in pleasure. “Does my girl like that?” He continues to stroke me while his tongue does magical things to my pussy.
“Oh, Jackson—more, fuck… more.” My orgasm climbs to its highest peak and threatens to topple over.
“Watching you on that WaveRunner today made me see red. Touching him. You belong to me, do you hear me?”
“Yes… yes…” I pant.
“I want you to remember my touch. My tongue fucking you. My fingers in your tight asshole. It all belongs to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Please, Jackson, I need more.”
He pulls his finger out and wets another with my juices before stretching me with two. Stars flash behind my eyes, and I cry out as my cunt spasms. “Give it to me, Peach.” In and out, he milks my orgasm until my legs threaten to give out. I can’t stop moaning. My orgasm wrecks me in the most glorious way. His fingers and mouth detach from my body, and before I can take a breath, he buries his cock deep inside me.
His grip is bruising as he takes what he wants, fucking me with a fierceness of a man who has lost control. I submit to his needs, giving him all of me. He owns me, my body, my heart. I let him take and destroy, another orgasm building. It becomes too much, and the complete euphoria has me crying out his name.
Reaching over, he shoves his fingers in my mouth. “You greedy girl. You’re gripping my cock like you’re made for it.”
“I’m yours, Jackson. Ruin me.” I thrust my ass against his cock, and he groans. Then his fingers disappear, and he latches onto my hips, digging into my flesh. He bucks into me, causing me to skid up the mattress. Over and over, he breaks me, imprinting his cock inside me so I never forget who I belong to.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he grunts as jets of warmth fill me.
We lay naked and satisfied, though my knees burn from the intense friction.
“You sore? Did I hurt you?” he asks, swirling his fingers around my nipple.
“Yes, but in the best way.” I love these quiet moments as much as our passionate ones. “I probably need to get back to my room. I should’ve been smarter and waited ’til Noah was asleep.” Jackson leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth. My eyes fall shut. “That isn’t making it any easier.”
“It’s not supposed to.” He bites at my bud, then releases me and sits up, grabbing his phone. He swipes open an app, and I lean in to see what he’s doing. “He’s still in the media room. You can sneak out safely.”
“You have cameras in there?”
“I need to ensure I’m aware of what’s happening in my house. Now, up we go. Before we get caught.”
He plants a quick kiss on my lips as we both rise from the bed to dress. “Sweet dreams, Peach,” he murmurs. I glance over my shoulder and reply, “Same to you, Mr. Blake.” With a flirtatious smile, I open his door, gently close it behind me, and head down the hall.
“Well, isn’t this interesting…”
I jump, my gaze flying up to find Vince leaning against my doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Panic immediately seizes my breath. “What’s interesting?” I ask, hoping my question comes out calmer than I feel.
Vince laughs, pushing off the doorframe. “Where should I start?” He walks up to me, his eyes roaming my face and then dragging down my body. “So, this is why you won’t give it up to Noah? You’re fucking his daddy.”
He raises his hand to touch my face, and I slap it away. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much I’d like to take you up on that offer. But you look a little beat up right now. I think I’ll wait ’til you tighten back up a bit.” I thrust my hands into his chest to move him out of my way, but he grabs my wrists.
“What would poor Noah do if I told him your little secret?”
“There’s no secret to tell. Let go of me.”
He leans in and inhales. “God, you smell like Daddy’s little whore. Is his jizz still inside you? Should I check?” His hand shoots between my legs. Before he has the chance to assault me, I raise my knee and kick him in the groin. “Fuck!” He shoves me up against the wall. “That wasn’t nice, bitch.”
“Let me go, or I’m going to scream.”
“For who? Your lover or your ex? Why don’t you do that? We can both let Noah know what naughty things you’ve been up to.”
“Whatever you think you know, you’re wrong.”
“I doubt that. I’m going to let you go shower off the disgust of letting an old man fuck you. We’ll be in touch when I decide how I’m going to make you pay for my silence.” He leans in, and I angle my face as he attempts to kiss me. His lips fall to my neck instead, and he sucks my skin into his mouth to the point of pain, then releases me and steps away. He stops at the top of the stairs and looks back. “Don’t even think about running back in there and tattling. It’ll only make matters worse for you.” Then he’s gone.
I gulp in air, but it barely fills my lungs. My trembling hands clutch my chest. I try to run to Jackson, but my legs betray me. There’s no doubt in my mind Vince meant every word of his threat.
In a daze, I stagger back to my room, lock the door, and crawl beneath the covers. Hours drag by, sleep evading me as Vince’s words echo in my mind. He knows our secret.
I lie there, drowning in tears, until sunlight peeks through the blinds and distant movements stir in the house. I wonder how long I can hide before someone comes searching for me. Noah’s silence is a small comfort—he won’t come rushing—but Jackson won’t tolerate my absence for long.
A sharp pain seizes my gut. What am I going to do? How will I face Jackson today? And how can I keep this secret hidden from him?
Time slips away until I can’t remember how long I’ve been in my room. Forcing my legs to move, I climb out of bed, dress, and head downstairs, anxiety rising within me. I hold my breath as I step into the kitchen.
“Morning.” His voice jolts me so suddenly that I nearly stumble backward. “Someone’s a little jumpy today. Need help relaxing?”
My eyes land on Jackson sitting at the table, casually sipping his coffee. He looks incredibly handsome in his casual attire, his chiseled physique still glistening with a light sheen of sweat and his hair casually tousled, a clear sign he just finished working out. I bite the inside of my cheek, wishing I could run into his arms and confess everything that happened after I left his room last night. Part of me screams to do just that. If anybody will know what to do, it’s him.
“Jackson, I—”
The back door opens, and I snap my mouth shut as Noah walks in.
“How was your morning swim, boys?”
“Just what I needed, Mr. Blake.” My skin crawls at the sound of Vince’s voice. He turns his attention to me, and his lips curl. I clutch my stomach, fighting back the sudden urge to be sick. “What’s up, Georgia? You don’t look so hot. Rough night?”
I feel Jackson’s gaze on me, but I keep my eyes fixed elsewhere. “Probably just too much sun,” I force out.
“Or something else.” Vince winks.
“Dude, leave her alone,” Noah says, opening the fridge and grabbing two bottles of water.
“What? Just playin’ around. Georgie likes it. Right, babe?”
My hand begins to shake, and I wrap my arms tighter around my waist.
Noah tosses a water to Vince before taking a long sip from his, eyeing me. “No offense, George, but you really don’t look great.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes and flip them off.
“Maybe some breakfast will help,” Jackson offers.
“Dude, I’d love some breakfast,” Noah comments.
“Same!” Vince adds, clapping his hands together.
The thought of sitting and eating turns my stomach even more.
“George, you sure you’re okay?”
“Actually, you’re right,” I reply to Noah, keeping my eyes off Jackson. “I’m not feeling that great. I think I’m gonna go lay back down.”
“Are you sure? Do you need anything?” Jackson asks.
I can barely look at him. There’s no hiding how distraught I am, but I’m praying the sickness ploy will mask it. “I’m fine. Thanks.” I turn around to leave as Vince says, “I gotta go grab my AirPods out of your room, Noah. I’ll walk you up, George.”
I want to whip around and slap him in the face. Instead, I continue walking, feeling his presence behind me.
“Georgia, wait up.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me.”
“Oh, but we have a lot to talk about. Either you and me or Noah and me. Your choice.”
I whip around. “What do you want from me?”
“First, I want you to admit what a whore you are. I mean, come on, sleeping with your boyfriend’s daddy?”
“He’s my ex. We’re not dating.”
“You’re right. That makes it so much better.” His sinister laugh makes me sick.
“What is it I can possibly do for you?” I cross my arms over my chest, clenching my fists.
“I need something. And you’re gonna get it for me.”
“What is it? I don’t have money. And I doubt you need any.”
“What I want… well, let’s just say it’s priceless.”
“Spit it out. I don’t have time for this—”
Vince rushes forward, pushing me against the wall. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, whore .” He raises his arm, taking a strand of hair between his fingertips. I want to push him off and scream, but I can’t without risking Noah or Jackson coming to find me. “Can you imagine how Noah will take this news? Instead of his own son, he takes his son’s ex under his wing, choosing you over his own blood .” He curls my hair around his fingertips. “Really fuckin’ dug at him. Poor Noah being ignored by his own dad while he has all the time for you. I thought it was weird myself. Now, it all makes sense.”
“Get to the fucking point.”
“You have access to his office. Inside the bottom drawer of his desk, there’s a ledger. I want you to get it for me.”
I sneer at his request. “I don’t have access to his things. Newsflash, I’m never alone in his office. There’s no way I can grab something without him knowing.”
“Sounds like a you problem, whore.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean, at this point, I might as well. I’m the only one in this house you haven’t fucked.”
My hands twitch to thrust forward and push him down the stairs. “Whatever you think, I still can’t get that ledger.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way. It’s amazing the things people will do to save themselves.”
“What’s so important about this ledger?”
He releases my hair, and I flinch as he taps his index finger against my nose. “That’s none of your concern. Yours is making sure you don’t destroy a family because you can keep your legs closed. I expect to hear from you on Monday. ’Til then, I really hope you feel better.” He leans in as if he’s going to kiss me, his breath churning my stomach. With a swipe of his tongue, he licks up my neck. Then he turns and jogs down the stairs, leaving me spinning.