Page 96 of First Surrender

The interruption bursts the seriousness of our bubble and it makes me laugh against Jackson’s cheek.

“Yeah, buddy. Go ahead.” He rocks back on his heels and looks at me with amusement. This is our life now. If he wants to be a part of mine, this is what it will be, but he doesn’t look put off in the slightest.

“You know, I brought you back here because I didn’t want to kill you in front of Dec. Our first real fight and I barely got to yell.” I pout making him smile.

“We’ve fought a lot if you don’t recall all those months you couldn’t stand me. I’m positive you’ll have plenty ofopportunities to try to kill me, sweetheart.” He grins at me, not at all worried by the words he just spoke.

“I think you should get used to this as part of the groveling process then because I expect to win every fight, fairly.” I spread my knees farther apart, drawing his gaze right between my thighs and I watch his eyes darken.

“Did you lock the door?” He asks while leaning in to kiss my bare knee. Then the other one, sliding his lips higher and higher with each kiss.

“Of course, I locked it. I thought I was coming in here to punish you,” I say breathlessly as he buries his face against my center. His fingers grip the waistband of my shorts and expertly tugs them off, leaving me bare.

“This is not a punishment at all.” He swipes his tongue over me, making me moan quietly. It’s going to take all of my strength to stay silent.

With one hand wrapped around my thigh, he spreads me open and attacks my clit with his tongue while his other hand finds my entrance. Two of his fingers fill me, rubbing my insides while he laps at my pussy.

The way he enjoys me is the way he enjoys my food. He’d rather eat than come up for air and I am incredibly grateful for his eagerness.

My fingers curl into the top of his hair, pulling it tightly at the roots and I hope it hurts. He’s a big boy, I know he can take it. This is supposed to be punishment after all.

I grind roughly against his face and his fingers, trying my best to keep my loud mouth shut. He doesn’t mind as I yank him closer, his arm wrapped around my leg is holding me just as closely as I start to squirm.

It’s only a few minutes before I’m feeling the build-up of my orgasm and he hooks onto me harder, not letting me go anywhere. The repetitiveness of his tongue on my clit and thedeep pleasure of his fingers inside of me is too much. With every breath, I’m one wave closer to a full-blown tsunami.

“Jackson, I can’t stay quiet. I can’t,” I whisper as best as I can.

“Bite a pillow, I’m not stopping until you cum all over my face,” he insists gruffly, diving right back in and ignoring my distress. Thank God because I need this. I need to let go of all my pent-up frustration from the last twenty-four hours.

It’s his fault after all, so I cover my face with a pillow and continue grinding harder against him. Fucking his face while he’s on his knees for me, worshiping me like he claims that he does.

I’m so close, but the final wave I need to crest is too intense. I need it more than I need anything but my brain is overriding my body. I feel like I’m going to explode and my mind is telling me it’s a bad thing.

“Give it to me, Nat,” he begs, driving his fingers into me and attacking my clit while he holds me taut with his other hand pressed against my lower stomach.

That’s all it takes before I’m screaming into the pillow and seeing stars.

Chapter Forty-Three

Jackson

“You called me, Nat,” she whispers against my forehead. After she came, her body collapsed back onto the bed and I followed suit, draping my upper half over her. My knees are still on the ground but I’m so much taller than her it almost puts us on equal ground, our chests breathing against each other in sync.

“Dammit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I bury my head against her neck, bracing for her to shove me off. Instead, she wraps her arms around me.

“It’s been a while since you’ve used that nickname and I hadn’t realized it until you said it, again.” She laughs, quietly, shaking my body gently. “You don’t see me as a pesky insect as much, anymore?” She teases.

“I only said that to piss you off. But, the day Declan called you Nat, it looked like he slapped you,” I tell her honestly, holding her tighter.

“That’s why you stopped?”

“I never wanted to be on his level.”

“It’s not the same. You’re nothing like him.” Her voice is so quiet that I can’t help but tilt my head back to look at her. She’s wearing a soft smile and the look in her eyes is nothing short ofendearing. “I used to like the nickname until he ruined it but it sounds much sweeter when you say it.”

“Do you want me to call you, Nat?”

She nods her head gently. “You care about me like no one else ever has.”

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