Chapter 16

Jackson's big body is wrapped completely around mine. His breathing is even. One of his hands engulfs my breast. I don't even recall falling asleep last night. He must have at some point turned the lights off and pulled the blankets over us. I don't want to move. We're both naked, and the feel of his skin against mine is soothing.

When I first laid eyes on Jackson, I would have never guessed him to be a cuddler, but I didn't know I was either. Unless you count Tigger, I have never had the chance to cuddle with anyone before. My family is not affectionate. Unlike June's. Both she and her mom are always hugging me, and her mom always kisses me on the cheek. They have made me feel welcome from the second I met them.

It's actually pretty funny how you can be related to people and never feel that type of affection from them, but complete strangers can fill that void within such a short time. My parents could definitely learn a thing or ten from the Graysens.

I guess it would make sense that Jackson is affectionate, too, but not with how June would often describe him. I'm starting to wonder if there are two different sides to him. I love this one. I'm going to have to ask June.

June. Oh, crap. Why had I not thought about how she'd feel about this? Isn't dating your best friend"s brother a big no-no? Does she even consider me to be her best friend? Are Jackson and I even dating? Or would this be called "hooking up"? Wait, a situationship. That's what they're called these days.

"Princess." He presses his lips against my neck. I wish I could see his face, but maybe this is better. I'd probably end up hiding myself out of shyness. This is technically the morning after. I have no clue how to handle this. I'm not really a play-it-cool kind of girl. I could try, but I know I'd only end up making it worse.

"Morning," I chirp. Did I say that too loudly?

"Relax." He pulls my hip back, pressing me more into his body. I love how he can so easily move me around. Jackson's hand slips down my thigh to lift my leg over his, spreading me open. His hard cock pushes through the folds of my sex, hitting my clit. A whimper pours from me.

"I could get used to waking up like this." Jackson places open-mouth kisses all along my neck. His hips thrust back and forth.

"Jackson," I moan. I peek over my shoulder at him. The desire I see in his eyes for me takes my breath away. I turn my head more. He understands what I want. He leans forward, taking my mouth in a kiss.

I move my hips with him. Every now and then, when he pulls back and thrusts forward, his cock brushes against my opening, the head catching a little but not enough to press inside of me. This is so close to having sex.

"You going to come for me, princess?" Jackson tugs at my nipple. The sensation shoots straight to my clit. He thrusts forward hard, his cock applying more pressure to my clit, sending me over the edge.

I cry out his name as I come for him, the pleasure cascading through my body. Jackson jerks against me. I feel the head of his cock press into my opening a moment before warmth blooms inside of me.

He buries his face in my neck as he comes on me, or would that be considered inside of me? My body shudders, loving the erotic sensation of him releasing inside of me. I didn't know that it could be so hot. I think it can only happen with him. I only ever want it to happen with him.

"Jack—" I'm cut off by the sound of my sensor going off. It's a snap back to reality. One that really kills the mood.

"Fuck," Jackson grumbles. He's out of bed before I can do anything. I see his naked ass disappear into his closet. Two seconds later, he's coming back out, but now with sweatpants on. "I got it." I watch as he heads out of the room.

I sit up, pulling the blanket to cover my chest. Tigger jumps onto the bed and plops down in front of me, showing his belly for a rub. I give him what he wants because I always do so. It's not long before Jackson returns with one of my shots.

"I should check my numbers." He pulls off the cap as I reach for my phone.

"Already did."

"What?" How did he check my numbers?

"I checked them." Jackson presses the pen injector against my arm. His eyes lock with mine. I give a small nod, and he presses the end to make it inject. All of this catches me off guard, but not as much as when he kisses the spot. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm okay."

"I'll make something light. It's Sunday, so my mom is going to be expecting me to come over for lunch."

"Oh, right." Is this going to be awkward? "I've been going to brunch there on Sundays. June normally picks me up."

"Well, now I"ll take you." He drops a kiss on my lips. "You want to shower?" I nod my head. This is all a bit surreal. Jackson is acting like this is our norm. As though we're this couple about to head out to his parents' to hang out.

"Are you sure we should go together?" I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of freaking out. Not because I don't want that to be the case but because I'm unsure of what exactly this is between us.

"You think June hasn't told them that you're staying here?"

"Right." I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Is there a problem?" He folds his arms over his chest. Jackson seems defensive.

"I, ah—" I tighten the blanket around me, not sure how to respond or explain the mix of emotions and questions swirling in my head. To tell the truth, I don't want to. I'm still trying to come to grips with them myself. For me, this is a lot at once. I'm not used to anything like this.

"It's fine, princess." He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I promise."

I want to believe him, but too many promises have been broken to me before.