Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

Ayen

Jackson's house in the city was as nice as I'd been expecting it to be.

A raised ranch on a quiet cul-de-sac that was painted a light shade of yellow to compliment the ridiculously blue California sky behind it. The rest of the neighborhood was quite the same, giving that picturesque feel to it that I'd only ever seen in magazines before while waiting in line at the grocery store.

This was the kind of neighborhood that a golden retriever and a family of four made sense in, and it felt wildly disproportionate to be bringing someone like me into it, given my history.

But none of that seemed to matter to Jackson at all, or faze him when I practically fainted at him offering me a room at his place.

How the hell did I deserve any of this?

This morning, I'd woken up in a damn jail cell and now, I was walking up the perfectly groomed lawn of a man who had fought to free me. All of it felt too surreal to even fathom, let alone believe that it would be my life for the next however-long Jackson decided to keep me around.

Carrying my little box of worldly possessions with me up to the red front door, I felt a rush of relief roll through me when he unlocked it and ushered me inside.

I loved this man. So much that it was actually ready to burst out of me.

"Want a tour?" he offered.

I dropped the box by the door and grabbed onto his tie again, wrapping it around my hand twice to pull him down. "Maybe later."

His mouth was hot on mine, tilting enough to deepen our kiss and draw a moan out of the both of us. He grabbed onto me, his hands on my hips, and spun me around to press me against the wall right next to the door while his hard body ground into me.

Finding out that he missed me was the best news out of all of it.

Sure, our spark seemed like it hadn't died throughout our letters, but that was all subtext in order to get around the COs reading them, anyway. Seeing it— feeling it— in person, was a whole different story.

One of his hands smacked the back of his front door closed and then he rapidly stripped me of my uniform and tossed both scrub pieces onto the floor. Then he was sweeping me up and throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

I laughed and kicked my feet, giddy like a fucking teenager. "I missed you, too."

He slapped my bare ass. "Ayen, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

God, that was music to my fucking ears.

I got a quick sweeping look of his house on the way back to his bedroom. It was well kept and modern looking with plenty of natural light coming in from the large bay windows in the living room. A lot of it was an open concept, aside from the kitchen that was blocked off with a thick wall separating it from the rest of the house.

My gaze trailed along the walls of the hallway when we went down it. Pictures of Jackson with friends and Roxy were all displayed, along with a few of a man I didn't recognize but who looked startlingly like Jackson in an armed forces uniform.

Carter .

I smiled at the picture. He was just as handsome as Jackson was.

The hallway disappeared in place of the walls of Jackson's bedroom where I was tossed unceremoniously down onto the bed.

Another laugh bubbled up from my throat and I clumsily grabbed at Jackson to pull him up onto the bed with me, not caring that he was halfway through trying to get himself out of the incredibly well-fitted suit he was wearing.

Damn, I need to find an excuse to get him back in that again.

His lips found mine again while one of his hands grabbed onto my shoulder to press me back down onto the mattress. It was soft under me and felt like a damn cloud with how thick the duvet was.

I parted my lips for him, welcoming him in and tangling our tongues together in a deep kiss. He wrapped his large hand around my cock, stroking it lovingly and like we had all the time in the world.

Which... I guess, we really did now.

There was no rush for us to come together before the inevitable clock rang, signaling time was up. We didn't need to be afraid of getting caught by the COs and dragged apart and convicted of something as stupid as giving in to our own emotions.

We had all the time in the damn world to have each other and there would be no one in our way that could stop us.

Jackson trailed his warm lips down my body until he parted my legs and dragged his tongue over my fluttering hole.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I arched my back with each thrust of his tongue inside me, wetting me all around, softening my hole, and lapping at the underside of my balls when he came up for air.

"Missed you." He nuzzled his nose against my inner thigh, inhaling deeply and squeezing the backside of my knee.

"Please," was all I could manage to say between my garbled thoughts and the pleasure that was racing through my veins.

I was being overtaken by all of the intense emotions—my want for him, the desire to keep him close to me and never ever let him go, and the love that I was drowning in that was dying to be let out.

He seemed to know exactly what I meant because before long, he was leaning back from me and shedding the rest of his clothes off and tossing them somewhere onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

He wrapped his hand around one of my ankles, holding onto it while he leaned across the bed to grab something out of the drawer and toss it onto the bed next to me. Snatching it, I lifted it and smiled at seeing the fresh and unopened bottle of lube.

"Just for me, huh?"

He grinned, running his hand up and down my leg a few times. "To be fair, I figured you'd want to nap first."

"Not after seeing you in that suit."

He laughed. "I'll keep that in mind the next time I wear it."

"Just make sure you bring this with you, too," I said, tossing the small bottle back at him.

He brought my foot up to his lips and pressed his mouth along my sole in tiny kisses, following it until he reached my ankle. Him worshiping me like that was melting me down to my bones. The devotion this man showed to the smallest things when it came to me gave me a sense of pride in myself that I'd long since thought was dead.

How in the world I'd been lucky enough to meet him, let alone entangle myself with him like this, I'll never know. But there wasn't a goddamn thing in this world that I was going to do that would mess this up again.

I was tired of pushing him away when all he'd ever done was take care of me and treat me the way I'd always been desperate for. Jackson was a good man, one that I absolutely didn't deserve in the slightest.

From here on out, though, I was going to do everything in my power to earn him.

I loved him too much to let him get away.

He gently set my leg back down and flipped open the cap on the lube, slathering a generous amount onto his fingers and circling them around my hole a few times. A deep groan bubbled up from my chest when he slid two fingers inside me, easily finding the spot that drove me fucking wild.

He stroked his digits back and forth a few times, opening me up just enough to add in a third.

I squirmed on his fingers, wanting more than just the few fingers moving inside of me. I needed all of him.

"Jax," I pleaded.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured. "Just as pretty as ever."

The praise had my gut twisting pleasantly. Enough to make my toes curl.

He pulled his fingers out of me with a soft ‘pop' that had me clenching around air instantly. I missed the feeling of being filled, and my patience grew thinner by the second. I'd waited so damn long to have him again that now that we were finally here and just at the precipice of finally being together again, it was driving me insane.

Thankfully, he didn't keep me waiting long and was soon dragging the head of his cock along my hole to get himself nice and lubed up while he stroked the rest of it along his base. The head of his cock slipped in easily, opening me up once more while I bore down.

He grabbed at the back of my thighs with both of his hands, holding them apart while he thrust into me a few times, getting deeper and deeper with each pull of his hips.

I was dizzy with pleasure, the feelings overwhelming my body in a way that being wasted and high at the same time was.

I loved it.

I was addicted to it.

"You always take me so good, Ayen."

He let go of my legs to lean back over me, curling his arms around me in a protective cocoon and encasing me with his body.

I dug my nails into the muscles of his shoulder blades, holding him tight against me while he sunk deep enough that his hips were flush with my ass.

He took his time with me, working himself in and out of my ass with the kind of care that a long time lover would take with their beloved. He kissed me like one, too, like fucking me wasn't enough. He had to brand me with his very essence and seep himself down deep into the core of my bones so that he could never leave.

I wanted to wear him like a tattoo imprinted into my skin that it would eventually scar over. That way, I'd never forget him or us and what we shared together.

Because we truly did have all the time in the world to be together like this. Not even an act of God could pull us apart at this point.

I came with his name on my lips, feeling the full body rush of my orgasm stealing the air out of my lungs and replacing it with his as he breathed into me.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, his hips clapping against me until he shuddered and warmth filled me.

Jackson peppered my face with soft presses of his lips, covering every inch until I was sure that my face was covered in them.

"I love you." The words came tumbling out of me before I could stop them, my mind and emotions too caught up in all of this.

"Oh, Ayen." His forehead rested against mine. A soft smile crossed over his face. " I love you . Stay with me?"

My eyes prickled with tears. "Of course I will. As long as you'll have me."

He grinned. "Guess you're stuck with me indefinitely, then."

I'd take it.

Not a bad deal at all.