Chapter 6

6

JENNY

“ G ood morning,” I tell Jackson as I rub my eyes, my voice still thick with sleep.

The smells hit me first—freshly brewed coffee and butter sizzling on a pan. My kitchen is tiny, barely enough room for one person, but there he is. His broad back is turned to me, his shoulders nearly touching the overhead cabinets.

Jackson is barefoot, and he has nothing on except a pair of sweatpants. I catch myself drooling at the sight of him—the tattoos all over his body, the way his muscles flex. Every damned thing he does turns me on.

He throws me a smile over his shoulder. “Good morning, baby girl. Breakfast is served.”

I plop down on the nearest seat and rest my cheek on my palm, unashamedly checking him out. “You’re spoiling me.”

“As I should.” He sets a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me, leaning over the table to kiss my forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Everything that happened yesterday is a bit of a blur—the drive from the bank to the old farmhouse, the madman drenching me in gasoline, the sound of tires against gravel, Jackson appearing in the doorway with a cop.

“I’m okay, all things considered.”

He sits across from me and peers closer. “You sure?” He takes my hand and kisses my palm, a thrill running through my chest.

“Not a hundred percent, but I will be in time.”

“I’m so sorry about this, baby girl. I never thought he’d come after me or anyone I cared about. He’ll never hurt you again. No one will. I promise you.”

I believe him. In the short time we’ve spent together, Jackson has always been careful with me. We can be rough in bed, but that’s it. Seeing how he reacts when I’m in danger puts me at ease. This is a man who’ll do anything to protect me and keep me safe, and I can’t ask for anything more. “I know.”

“Can I ask you something?”

I lean into his touch and close my eyes. “Sure.”

“Will you go anywhere with me?”

A smile tugs on my lips. “Yes, but you already know that. What do you have in mind?”

“Several things. Do you prefer hot or cold climate?”

“Hot. I’m sick of the cold. I’m always at risk of freezing to death in the shower, and I can hear my knees pop each time I wake up.”

“You’re twenty-two, Jenny, and you run five miles every day. If there’s any knee popping around here, that would be mine.”

“Oof. Spoken like a true old man.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Who are you calling old man?”

I tut and take a bite of my pancake. “Before we know it, I’m going to need to lift that meat between your legs and pump it for an hour to make sure it stays up.”

Jackson’s grin is so wide that I raise a brow, laughter bubbling inside me. “Is that so, baby girl?”

“You need to keep up with little ‘ole me,” I taunt.

He doesn’t say anything, just taps his fingers on the table. The silence stretches on, the smile never leaving his face.

When I can’t take it anymore, I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. “What?”

“I’m just thinking what else that mouth can do aside from spewing lies.”

I gasp. “Lies?!”

Jackson shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee, eyeing me over the rim of his cup. I stand abruptly and stalk toward him. He follows me with his gaze until I’m standing in front of him.

“You wanna know what else this mouth can do?” I challenge him, but he doesn’t rise to the bait. With a huff, I go down on my knees and palm his cock through the thin fabric. In seconds, it grows in my hand, getting harder and harder. Jackson’s face darkens, and he swallows hard. “Let me show you, old man.”

I reach inside the waistband and let out a whimper when I find he’s wearing nothing else underneath. My fingers can barely wrap around his thick girth as I pull it out. It’s massive and veiny, and I wonder how it managed to fit inside me.

Whatever.

My eyes don’t leave his as I drag my tongue along his length. His hips buck, and he hisses, his fists digging into his thighs.

I moan, and the vibration makes him clench his jaw and scrub a hand across his face and through his hair. “Jesus, fuck, baby.”

I take him inch by inch, my eyes tearing as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I slide his cock in and out of my mouth, using my hands to pump the base of his shaft and fondle his balls.

Jackson growls and his hands tunnel through my hair, guiding my head, moving me the way he wants to. Saliva pools in my mouth and leaks in the corners of my mouth. It’s messy and filthy.

I love it so much.

Jackson’s nostrils flare, his eyes squeezed shut. I know he’s trying his best to swallow back the sounds he wants to make. Meanwhile, there’s me on my knees, sucking and slurping and milking him for all he’s worth.

His thighs tense, and I keep the rhythm, bobbing my head up and down until he grabs the back of my head to keep me in place. I follow like a good girl, like HIS good girl.

The first spurt of come makes me gag, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I swallow every drop, not caring if I look like a mess.

By the time I lift my head, Jackson is slumped on the seat, his eyes at half-mast, his face and neck red. His heavy-lidded gaze makes me wet. Then, he leans toward me and kisses me before wiping something from my cheek. “My turn, baby girl.”