Chapter 39

CHAPTER 39

J ackson

I become aware of fingers slowly playing over my back. It drags me from the trappings of deep sleep. I shiver slightly and hear a low laugh.

"Mmmm, that's nice." I realise he's tracing my tattoo.

"Why do it?" He asks. I try to focus, but his touch is doing wonderful things to me.

"When I got my divorce, I felt I needed to do something for myself. Something symbolic. I knew it had to be nature related—a flower or a tree—and I've always admired acers. They represent endurance and strength, but I also wanted to include change."

"It's beautiful." His fingers move lower, trailing across my arse. It's too much. I turn over until I face him.

"Did you change?" He gives me that impish grin I can't resist.

"Not the change I expected. But I got something much better."

I hold his gaze as I play my hand slowly over his hip. He smirks at me and I can't help but smile. I move my hand over his arse, giving his delicious butt a squeeze. I move my hand down the back of his thigh and lift his leg over mine. He bites his bottom lip—I know he's trying to resist me. His eyes flutter closed.

I trail my fingers up the inside of this thigh and across his stomach. He sucks in a breath and I feel his arousal.

"That's so good, J-bear." His eyes fly open wide, realising what he just said. I stop my hand and raise an eyebrow at him.

"J-bear?"

"I'm sorry Jackson. I know you don't like nicknames. But it's just that your hugs, well, I feel like I'm being enveloped by a bear."

It's adorable to see him flustered, and it's really sweet he thought of a name that means something to him. I actually like it, and the thought of him saying it when he comes makes my insides flip.

"I like it. Say it again."

"J-bear."

I kiss him, pressing his lips open with my tongue. As he puts an arm around me, I flip him onto his back and play kisses down his chest.

"Say it again."

I bury my face in the hair at the base of his cock, smelling his unique musk, before delivering a lick up his shaft.

"J-bear," he groans, tangling his hands in my hair and drawing my mouth down to him.