Chapter 3

3

JACKSON

J enny was not in my plan. I should be on the bus. I should be as far from this hellhole as possible. In and out. That was my plan. Head down. Ignore the locals. Not stay. Not linger. Not give my old pals and neighbors a chance to remember me. More importantly, not get involved with anyone.

But here I am, sitting on the far side of the bar, nursing a beer, staring daggers at anyone who even thinks of breathing the wrong way around my girl.

My girl.

I’m fucked, I know that, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Less than twenty hours, and she has me hooked around her pretty little finger.

Not complaining. I like it, and it’s been so fucking long since I felt anything other than anger, since I felt remotely human.

Last night was a dream, and I thought she would look at me differently in the morning and see me in all my monstrous glory. She didn’t.

I made her breakfast, the least I could do after I feasted on her pussy, and she smiled at me in a way that ripped the soul clean off my body. This was uncharted territory, and I had no idea how to navigate it, but fuck that. It made me happy. From the looks of it, it made her happy, too.

Now, as I look at her, I realize with dazzling clarity that I can’t stay here, and I can’t leave her. This town is too small for her. It’s going to suck her spirit and leave her dry.

I can’t let that happen.

Jenny is the best thing that happened to me. The least I can do is help her find her passion. I’m sure it’s not her life plan to spend her years in this shithole.

My heart rate picks up as she slides on the chair across from me, handing me a plate of grilled cheese. “Hope you’re hungry.”

I reach across the table and brush my knuckles along her lips. “I am hungry, just not for food. I’m thinking of that meal from last night.”

She throws her head back, laughing, but then her smile fades, and she turns serious. “You should know I don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take strangers to my place and…” Her voice trails off, and she stares at a spot above my ear. “You know.”

“I know.”

She trails a finger along the wooden table, and I can’t have all the germs from this place dirtying her skin, so I take her hand and wrap it in mine. She says, “You’re the first.”

The feeling creeps in slowly. At first, lightness. Like whatever weight I carried was lifted off my shoulder. Then comes the warmth spreading from my chest all the way to my toes and fingertips. “Do you regret any of it?”

Her smile is like sunshine breaking through dark, heavy clouds. “No.”

I kiss her palm. “I’ll make sure you never do.”

Her shift finishes without a hitch, and she slips her arms around mine as we walk out the door, the cold air biting our cheeks. I pull the jacket tighter around her, but when we round the corner, she grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. A kiss that freezes my brain and hardens my cock into a crowbar.

“I need you, Jackson. I need you, please.” She unbuttons her top, almost in a frenzy, and pulls her bra down, her tits spilling.

Oh hell. Fuck me.

The narrow alley swallows the main street’s faint glow, and we drift into it. With her leaning against the brick wall, I lower my head and swipe my tongue along the creamy breast, taking the taut bud between my lips, rolling it, sucking, and licking. My hand wraps around the other breast, squeezing and kneading, before I give the other nipple the same attention.

Jesus Christ. Every inch of Jenny’s body deserves to be worshipped by my hands, mouth, and cock.

A street lamp flickers behind us, the light stretching weekly across the street. It’s quiet around here since most of the townspeople are already asleep in their beds, and Jenny’s pants and whimpers are getting too loud.

Need gnaws at my chest, my cock hard to the point of pain. I palm it against my jeans, and Jenny flits her gaze to it, swatting my hand away and reaching inside my pants.

I brace both hands against the wall on either side of her head, the uneven surface cold against my palms.

Her hand wraps around my cock, and fire plunges down my body. I grit my teeth and huff out a breath, calming myself down before I come all over her after a simple touch.

Desire wraps my head in a haze. Even through it, however, I’m dimly aware that the chance of someone passing by and seeing us is small but not zero. After all, we’re only a few steps from the bar, and the last thing I want is for some drunk to enjoy a live show and feast their eyes on Jenny.

My Jenny.

“Jackson…” She keeps pushing her pussy to me, and her eyes are glassy. “Please fuck me.”

“Jenny, listen. Your place is a ten-minute walk. We can?—”

“I can’t wait. I need you inside me. Please.” She must see hesitation on my face because she tilts her chin. “If you won’t, I’m going to fuck my finger while you watch.”

Well, fuck. That does it.

Just like that, I no longer care about anyone seeing us. I no longer care about anything except burying my cock inside her.

I’m seriously getting the hang of unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them down her smooth, toned legs. I slip a finger inside her thin lace panties. “Baby, you’re wet. Is this all for me? You want me this much?”

With her head tilted to the sky, she answers in gasps. “I told you I need you.”

I add another finger and push them into her pussy, growling when her walls suction around me. Fuck. I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t. My self-control is nowhere to be found.

I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, letting them pool around my ankles as I lift Jenny and flatten her against the wall. I use one hand to spring my cock free, and it’s so hard I don’t even need to guide it to her entrance. My hands are on her thighs, holding her in place, as I lower her to my cock, the head slipping easily even though she’s so fucking tight.

The air whooshes out of my lungs when I bury myself to the hilt inside her. “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good.”

She doesn’t say anything, but she rolls her hips and bounces. My lips find the sensitive spot in her neck, and I trail kisses before sucking her skin and biting it lightly.

The dark alley, the street, the still-open establishments. All of those things fly over my head. The only thing I focus on is my cock in her pussy and the soft moans that make my staff twitch inside her.

My hips rut wildly, my fingers digging into her thighs, and her nipples turn to pebbled peaks. She rocks against me, her pussy swollen and slick, and I watch my length sawing in and out of her.

Jesus Christ.

The low rumble of an engine breaks the silence. We don’t stop. Not even as the headlights carve twin beams through the dark. Not as the rumble grows louder. Not as it passes us slowly, its taillights flaring red and the faint scent of exhaust lingering in the air.

With a guttural moan, I yank her up against my body, slam deep into her, pull out, slam again, pull out, and slam until her lips part in a silent moan, and she trembles in my arms. I ram forward and upward, my shaft spasming, as a bellow lodges in my throat.

“Baby girl…”

Jenny flutters around me and meets my drives, and heat licks through my veins. My nerves are strung tight, and I bite her shoulder. Pleasure wracks me in waves, and I get thicker inside her, hot jets of my come painting her walls.

It takes us a full minute to even our breaths, and I rest my sweaty forehead on hers, my pulse still pounding, my cock softening and slipping out of her.

“Let’s go home,” she whispers shakily.

Home. Yes. She is my home.