Page 19 of Jackson

It takes everything I have to hand my daughter to Janine, but I know she’ll keep her safe, and, even though it kills me, I know it’s for the best. It is, without a doubt, the worst feeling I have ever experienced in my entire life. I never want to feel this again. I want this to be over so I can go home to my family.

Something I took for granted before.

Janine and Muff both get into a car and leave, and I watch my daughter disappear once again.

Ciara steps up beside me and puts her arm around me. “We’re going to fix this, I promise you.”

A broken sob leaves my throat as I watch the car completely fade into the distance.

“We gotta move, the cops will be lookin’ for us and we can’t risk stayin’ still for too long,” Cade tells us. “Let’s go.”

Turning to face Jackson, I crumble into his arms.

“We’re goin’ to fix this, darlin’. I promise you.”

Then, once again, we’re back on the road in yet another lot of cars.

Where we are going, I don’t know.

WE DRIVE WELL INTOthe night, and when we finally stop, it’s on a long, dark road. We’re not at our destination, but everyone is tired, and Jackson deems it safe enough for us to sleep. We’re far enough away that we shouldn’t run into trouble, and hopefully the cops have lost us.

Sitting across from him in the truck, I stare over at his face in the darkness, and a need washes over me so intensely that when his eyes meet mine and grow dark, I know he feels it too. I have been too long without him, and I can’t wait another second to feel him inside me.

Spike and Ciara are in the back.

“Get out,” he growls.

They don’t bother asking questions.

They get out.

I don’t bother asking what he wants, I already know because I want it just as badly. I fling off my seatbelt, and then in a matter of seconds, I’m on his lap. He growls with an intensity that has my core tightening, and I know this is going to be quick, hot, and very much needed. His fingers curl into my hair and he jerks myhead back, his mouth hovering near mine. “Never fuckin’ want to be away from you again, darlin’.”

“Me either,” I whisper, bringing my lips down onto his as I reach for his jeans.

“I’m warnin’ you,” he rasps against my lips, “this won’t last long.”

“I’m warning you,” I whimper, shoving my hand into his jeans and curling my fingers around his cock, “I don’t care.”

Hard and smooth, I stroke my hand up and down his already throbbing length. With a hiss, we both frantically shift so I can awkwardly remove my pants. The moment they’re gone, I’m back on his lap and his jeans are down. His cock pushes against me as I settle over him, my lips gliding up his neck, my fingers tangling in his long, thick hair.

God dammit.

I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.

“I’m goin’ to fuck you hard,” he growls. “Fuck.”

I sink down onto his cock, moaning as he fills and stretches me. Everything about the way he makes me feel is like a raging inferno ripping through my body. I love this man in a way that words simply can’t describe. Feeling him inside me again is something I had missed so damn much.

“Jackson,” I moan when his fingers curl into the flesh surrounding my hips, and he uses that momentum to hold me still so he can thrust his hips upward, fucking me just like he promised.

“Fuckin’ missed you, baby,” he hisses into my ear as the slapping sounds of him driving into me fill the quiet space in the car.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I scream, my hand slapping against the cool glass window as my head drops back.

Together, our bodies moving perfectly, me fucking him and him driving up, makes the perfect friction. It’s enough to haveeverything inside me tightening and my body clenching around him as my orgasm rises to the surface.

I can’t hold on.

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