3. Ashley

Three

Ashley

Oh My God, what’s happening to me?!

A million thoughts bounce through my head as Jackson fucking Saddler ushers me out of The Wild Spot.

W hy did I continue taking the herbs after the prescribed period? What’s happening to my body? Is it gonna stop? Am I gonna die?

At that last thought, I burst into tears even harder, clinging to Jax. I bury my face in his shirt, not caring about the tears or snot I’m getting all over the soft cotton, and sob hard. At the same time, unable to keep my hands from roaming all over his large, muscular chest, and my nose against his bulging pecs, inhaling lungfuls of his amazing scent. God, he smells good. Like earth, pine, and wilderness. Something strong, untamable. Dizzying and grounding all at once.

I walk with him mechanically, not paying attention to where we’re going when we exit the bar into the quiet night. We cross the town square and stop on the sidewalk in front of… his practice.

I raise my gaze to meet his and ask, “what…? what are we doing here?”

“I need to check you. Make sure everything is alright.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice so close. It’s low, rumbly, and deliciously vibrates all through my body. I’m so fucked. And what must he be thinking? That I’m so crazy woman who got pregnant just weeks after breaking things off with her sorry ass boyfriend? Oh Lord.

I take a step back, pushing my hair away from my face and wiping my cheeks.

“Listen, Jackson. Thank you so much for getting me out of there. That was.. it was so nice of you. But I know what the problem is with my breasts, and now I’m gonna go home and-”

“No,” he cuts me firmly. And the single word, his commanding tone, set my panties on fire. “You’re not going home alone. You’re coming with me inside so I can examine you and make sure everything is okay.”

On that, with his stubble-covered, square jaw set tight, he takes my hand and pulls me close, flush against his big body. I can feel every single bulging muscle and hard slab of flesh, and it’s fucking amazing. I want to climb him like a tree, wrap myself around him like a fucking monkey.

Jackson wraps one large hand around my waist, under his coat, his heat branding me like there’s nothing between our skins. And he fumbles with his jacket with his other hand. I can only stare, out of breath, brain muddled by his proximity, the feel of him, his scent. Then he pulls back a little to unlock the door. I realize he was pulling his key from his jacket pocket. The jacket I’m wearing. And I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Yeah, dummy. He wasn’t trying to fill you up, just grab his keys. Oh My God.

Jax wraps his huge paw back around my hand. “Come.” And he pulls me inside.

* * *

I can’t imagine what I must look like wearing the jacket of a man who’s an entire foot taller than me, and looks like he weighs a couple of hundred pounds more. So much for my new body and new image.

I’m drowning in Jackson’s coat, in his heat, the smell of him, the intensity of his gray blue-green. Turned on, heat beating a mile a minute, wondering how I got here, how we found ourselves in this situation. Alone, at night, in his empty doctor’s office.

His eyes never leaving mine, Jax guides me through the waiting area and into his office. I look around, anything to avoid his gaze. The place feels different from my last visit. I haven’t been back since Dr. Dobbs retired. It’s not like I was gonna ask Jackson to refill my pill prescription or check on my boobs when they started feeling hard, full, tense, and warm. I just thought it was one of the side effects the notice warned about and that it would pass. But now here we are…

He pulls me in front of the examination table, wraps his strong, capable hands around my waist and fucking hoists me up! Just like that! No grunt of effort, no hesitation, nothing. Jackson fucking lifted my two-hundred pounds ass and gently set me on the exam table. Oh, boy!

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but then he grabs a pair of gloves, a swab and the stethoscope, and comes to stand right in front of me. I have to lean back, spread my thighs a little so he can fit his big, hard body between them. And I have to admit it: the sight and feel of him are delicious.

I want him to fucking devour me.

I bite my lip, watching him put the gloves on. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s gonna do.

Jackson smiles, showing off a row of straight, white teeth and a dimple. Holy hell, I almost orgasm right then and there.

Jax lays a large palm on the center of my chest, pushing me gently.

“Lie back, please, Ashley. I need to listen to your heart and lungs and take a sample for the lab. It will tell us if there are any bacteria present, that might explain why your breasts are leaking milk. It will only take a second. Okay, honey?”

I nod, doing as I’m told, the low rumble of his voice soothing me. His proximity, the heat emanating from his large body, his scent…

“I need you to take a deep breath and slowly release it. Try to relax. I got you. You have nothing to be scared of. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

I continue taking deep breaths, shamelessly staring at his face. Memorizing the lines of his strong jaw, high cheekbones, heavy brows, straight, masculine nose. The long, inky lashes I can almost count from this close. The intensity of his blue-green eyes. And that full, pink mouth…

“Now breathe for me. Inhale. Good, girl. Again. Inhale. Exhale. One more time. That’s it. You can relax. Everything will be fine. I got you, baby girl.”

Baby girl… this man will be the fucking death of me.

“Perfect. Your lungs sound good, and your heart is beating strongly.”

He raises his gaze to meet mine, dropping the stethoscope. His hands gently pushing my shirt up, uncovering my bra.

“Is this okay?”

I nod again, completely tongue-tied.

“Good girl.” Oh My God, is this man for real? “Let’s take a look at your breasts now, okay, honey? Don’t be shy. It’s just a check-up.”

His fingers graze my sensitive sides, and I giggle.

He turns his attention back to me, his eyes growing darker, the look in them instantly sobering me, making me squeeze my legs together, rubbing my thighs.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Ashley. Your breasts. Fuck, you are beautiful.”

His eyes go from my boobs to my face, like he’s asking permission. He looks nothing like the Jackson I know. The Jackson I’m used to. Calm, quiet, stoic, emotionless. His eyes are burning, his hands trembling.

I breathe out, “do it.” And Jackson lets out a long, shuddered breath, shakily removing the gloves and cups my breasts through the lace of my bra.

“So full and round. You’ve never been more lovely.” He’s staring at me, his gaze going from my eyes to my lips and down to my chest. Then he cups my tits with his hands, squeezing gently. I moan loudly, my pussy contracting. My head falls back, my entire body trembling.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. I got you. You can let go. Let me help you feel better, honey. You know you can trust me.” He licks his perfectly sculpted lips, looking like a man famished, thirsty…

His words, his touch, the look on his face… They’re undoing me.

Jackson pulls my shirt up over my head, his breath hitching when he sees me in just my bra. “Fuck, baby girl. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

His big hands are cupping and massaging my breasts, pulling at the clasp of my bra until the cups come loose, setting my heavy boobs free. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, then his eyes fall to my bare chest for long, deliciously torturous seconds, before coming back to meet mine.

“I will worship your body every day for the rest of my life. I’ll give you everything you want, anything you need, baby. Make you mine. My beautiful wife.” Jackson’s eyes darken, a low, sexy growl rumbling through his broad chest.

I’m speechless, mesmerized by his intensity, and the words dropping out of his tempting mouth.

“I knew something was going on with your tits, honey. They got so big, and round, and plump. Your nipples were constantly erect. I noticed and wanted to jump over the bar and devour you. Fucking suck on your tits. Didn’t care if everyone saw, heard your moans and the wet, slurping sounds I would make.”

My lips part on an involuntary moan. What is happening? Who’s this man and what has he done with my taciturn mountain doctor?!

“Fuck, baby girl, I need to taste you.” He lowers his head to my chest and wraps his lips around my left nipple, sucking.

My pussy spasms, contracting, and my clit throbs, pulsing, making me moan louder. I can’t believe this is happening. His tongue, his lips, his mouth… the sensations are incredible! And I feel the milk spraying from my nipple, my engorged breast finally getting some relief. It’s a mix of sharp pleasure, bordering on pain, and something more, deeper, primal, baser.

“Oh, God,” Jax mumbles around my nipple. “Fuck, honey… you are the most beautiful, delectable woman. You were fucking made for me. Do you know how many nights I jacked off thinking of you? Wishing I could be the man who could love and wreck you. My beautiful girl.”

He sucks hard, slurping on my flesh, the liquid my body produces. For him. Just for him.

“Let me show you, Ash. Please, honey. I know I don’t deserve you, and you can kick my ass later, but please let me show you. Let me taste you more. Let me make you come. Then we’ll talk. Okay, sweet girl? We’ll sort everything out. You can go or stay. You can choose to be mine. Just, please, Ashley…”

I nod frenetically, my body thrumming. “Yes, please!”

Jackson pulls back a little, looking straight into my eyes.

“You’ll stay?” His voice is unrecognizable, his hair mussed from my fingers, the collar of his shirt sideways, his eyes wild and scary. Fucking beautiful.

And despite how sudden, how scary this all feels, I know I’ll never walk away. This man will never let me. And I know I don’t want to.

I nod again, and his face lights up. His smile is blinding.

“That’s my girl.”

He bends his head and licks a wet stripe from the center of my chest up to the hollow of my throat, then kisses his way back down.

“Your tits are so fucking sweet, Ash. Filled with the best fucking nectar. Fuck, baby, your nipples. God. You have the most perfect breasts in the world. So full and round. So heavy. Fucking perfect for my big hands. Your entire body is perfect, baby. And your pussy is going to be the best.”

Jackson takes his time, licking, sucking, and nipping at my breasts some more. His entire lower face covered in my milk. He’s groaning and growling, the sounds making me shiver and moan.

Then he finally moves his huge hands from my boobs down to my jeans and opens the button.

“I need to taste your cream, baby. I bet it’s the sweetest.”

Jackson pulls my zipper down and I help him lower my pants by wiggling on the exam table. He reaches inside my panties, his long fingers sliding through the wet folds of my pussy. And I let out a long, shuddered breath, holding on to his massive shoulders for dear life.

“Fuck, you’re soaking, baby girl. All this, for me?” He raises his hand, holding his glistening digits before his face. “Look at this, baby. Your milk, dripping from my fingers, mixing with the honey from your tight little pussy.”

He wraps his lips around his fingers, and the groan he releases as he tastes me goes straight to my clit.

“Christ, Ashley. Your pussy is delicious. Sweet, juicy, and fucking mine,” he growls.

I watch him lower himself on his knees and bury his face in my crotch, inhaling deeply. A big mountain of a man at my feet. Then he licks a stripe up my soaked panties, from my entrance all the way to the top, his nose pushing into my mound, his aquamarine eyes locked on mine.

“Fucking amazing. You’re gonna fucking kill me, Ashley. And I will die the happiest man in the world.”

He sucks my juices through the lace of my underwear.

“I want to taste you. I can’t wait any longer. I need my first and last meal every day to be your pussy. Please, honey, can I?”

I can only nod, lost in his blazing gaze, his mad words, his untamed hunger.

“Thank you, baby. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll make you come so hard, honey.”

Jackson hooks his thumbs inside the elastic of my underwear and gently tugs them down my thighs. The contrast between his strength, the force of his desire, and his gentleness, making my heart swell. He leans back and pulls them off, along with my boots and socks. I’m now completely naked in front of him. My thighs are spread wide, and he’s still fully clothed, kneeling in front of me, his massive, muscular body between my legs, his powerful hands wrapped around my calves. A fucking sight to behold.

He licks his full lips, staring at my dripping, bare pussy with wild eyes. I feel heat rise through my chest, climb up my neck and spread over my cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, Ash. The most beautiful woman. Look at this gorgeous pussy. It’s so wet, so pink. Your scent is making me crazy, honey. I can’t wait to drink from you. Fuck, your clit. I want it. I wanna lick and suck on it. I bet I can make you squirt, baby.”

He lowers his head and sucks on the little bud. My body bows, my fingers clawing at the exam table, and I scream, the orgasm taking me by surprise.

Jackson growls and buries his face in my pussy, lapping and sucking, eating me through the waves of pleasure. He pushes his tongue inside me, his nose rubbing on my clit.