Page 69 of Ours to Keep

Jackson backs me onto the bathroom counter and tugs on the hem of my t-shirt carefully as he pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. He pushes his body flush against mine, his hard length between us, the cool metal of his piercings causing me to shiver.

He leans in and kisses me; it’s slow and tender, unhurried and full of silent promises. Ending the kiss, he pulls back and takes my hand. His eyes lock on my arm, and instinctively, I bring my hand up to cover the raised skin. The stitches have dissolved completely, but the scar left behind is ugly and bumpy. At least I don’t have to look at the ones on my back. I can feel them when I’m putting on moisturiser or getting dressed, but this one is so much more visible that it’s impossible to ignore.

Jackson tugs my hand away, lowering his head, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his mouth to the scar, and then he places a soft lingering kiss there before standing to his full height.

“Don’t hide from me, Lily.”

I shake my head. “It’s hideous. I hate how ugly it is. Every time I see it, I’m reminded that no amount of training made a difference. I was pathetic and weak.”

His eyes take on a lethal edge, and his thumb and forefinger grip my chin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show his dominance. “Lily, you are neither of those things. He had you at a disadvantage. But know this: your scars don’t define you. You’re beautiful, Lily. Differences don’t make us flawed. They make us unique. They make us human.”

I blink back unshed tears, his words so honest, so raw.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He tilts his head and smiles. “You don’t have to thank me,not when it’s true.” He tugs on my wrist.“Come on, before the guys search for you and steal you away from me.”

He backs me up until the warm spray from the jets begins to rain down over my body, keeping my head just out of the wayas he reaches for the shower gel. I watch, transfixed, as he squeezes a generous amount in his palm, passing me the bottle. Lathering his hands together, he begins to slowly and meticulously work suds over my shoulders and my breasts.

He nods to the bottle with a smirk.“Fancy helpingme out here, Duchess.”

I squeezesome into my palmand begin to wash him, my eyes raking over his torso, his abs, his muscled back, his hard length that’s standing to attention.

His hands go to my shouldersand guide me to turn around as he washes my back, grabbingmy arse and making my lower stomach clench. I’m still deliciouslysore, and if I’m honest, my ribs are aching, but the thought of Jackson taking me has my core clenching. When he turns me to face him, he’s so closethere’s barely any space between us. His hard shaft brushes against my abdomen, and I glance down. My fingers twitch, desperate to touch him. I wrap his thick length in my fist, and he thrusts into me with a deep-seated groan, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he watches.

“This wasn’t what this was about. You don’t have to do this,” he says, his breath quickening with every stroke of my fist and roll of my wrist. His tip leaks with pre-cum.

Maybe so, but I want to make him come undone the way he did me. I work him faster, harder.

“Fucking hell, Duchess.” His voice is a guttural plea. A benediction.

I tug him closer.

“Fuck it,” he says. His hands move under my arse, and he lifts me off my feet, my hand trapped between us, wrappedaround his cock. “Put your legs around my waist. And then put me inside you.”

The cool tiles at my back make me shiver, my legs circling his waist, as he lifts me higher, the head of his cock meeting my entrance.

“Good girl. Now sink down and ride me.”

Moving one hand to his shoulder, I keep the other at the base of his shaft and slowly lower myself onto his cock, feeling every cool metal of each of his piercings until I’m fully seated.

I hiss through my teeth. He feels so much bigger, deeper somehow. I try to breathe through it, allowing myself to adjust to his size.

“That’s it, Duchess, relax. You’ve taken me before. You can take me again.”

His intense blue eyes hold me captive as he lifts me up the length of his cock slowly before bringing me back down. He continues the same rhythm until I’m riding his cock.

It’s slow and unhurried. He’s taking it easy on me, I realise.My pussy is still feeling the after-effects of the night before. But something tells me this is just the beginning. If I choose to embrace it, there’s so much more of where last night and this morning came from, no pun intended.

Gripping the back of my neck, Jackson tugs my mouth down to his and kisses me. It’s deep and intense, conveying so many different emotions.

He’s not just fucking me from below, it’s so much more. His lips move to my neck, his mouth clamping down over my flesh as he sucks hard—enough to mark, before his mouth finds mine again.

I’m building to a climax faster than I believed possible.The way he rolls his hips, hitting me somewhere so deep.

“I’m going to come,” I say against his lips. My core tightens with the build-up of tension. I arch my back, my toes curling, and I clench around him at the point of no return.

“That’s it, come all over my cock, Duchess.”

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