Page 4 of THE EX-Con

My brain catches up a beat too late, and I chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. God, why do I feel awkward and weird? I’m behaving oddly, too. Bringing home a complete stranger? That’s so not me. Thinking of letting him do unspeakable things to me? Definitely not me. “Sorry. I’ll go grab some more bandages.”

His knee is still against mine, which throws me off balance as I stand abruptly. I scramble for purchase, but his hands wrap around my waist, steadying me.

I end up straddling one thick, muscled thigh and gripping his broad shoulders, and they’re so muscular under my palms. My breasts, straining against the poor excuse of a shirt, press against his face.

My body freezes in place, my toes curling in my shoes. A tingling sweeps up the back of my neck and across my face. My skin feels impossibly hot, but I can’t find it in me to move.

“Jenny?” Jackson’s voice pierces through the fog of lust, and I force myself to look at him. His pupils are blown wide, his gaze dark, and he drops his eyes to my mouth as if drawn there. “Does this make you uncomfortable? Do I make you uncomfortable?”

The question throws me by surprise, and while I want to preserve some kind of self-respect, I can’t lie. I don’t want to. “No.”

He grabs my thighs, moves me forward, and then back. The inseam rubs against my clit, and I can’t stop the little gasp coming out of my mouth. His voice drops an octave. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

“Y-yes.” God, it feels so good that I abandon any self-preservation and ride his thigh, the friction making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Oh, oh, God.”

In one swift motion, he lifts me off him and stands, planting my feet on the floor. I swallow back the disappointment, but I barely have the chance to let out a protest before I feel his mouth against mine.

The kiss starts slow and tentative at first, like he’s gauging whether I’m into it or not, giving me a chance to back out and stop it.

No freaking way.

I stand on my toes, snaking my arms around his neck, which is no easy feat given his height. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he skims my back with his massive hand and pulls me to him.

My mind explodes when he shoves his tongue into my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. I have never known passion this primal, this all-consuming.

I give as much as I get, but I groan when he puts me down again. I’m about to tell him to stop playing when he unbuttons my shorts and slides them down my legs.

My walls are thin, and I’m always careful of every sound I make, but the yelp I let out when he crouches down and lifts me on his shoulders is something all my neighbors can hear. Even the old couple across the street probably hear it, too.

My hands go to his head, grabbing his hair as my thighs wrap around his neck, unknowingly shoving my pussy to his face.

His warm breath tickles me, making me burn. “Relax, baby girl. I got you. I won’t let you fall.”

I begin to relax when I realize he’s neither grunting nor staggering with my weight. He gives me no time to get myself together, though, as he slides my panties to the side and drags his tongue from my hole to my clit.

My heels dig into the taut muscles of his upper back, my pulse on overdrive.

I slap both hands to my mouth, muffling the long moan. A ripping sound bounces off my walls, and my panties hang on one thigh after he tears it. Jackson’s fingers dig into my thighs, and he backs me into a wall, the hard, rough surface scraping against me.

Electric heat scorches up my spine as he worships me with his mouth, taking my folds between his lips and sucking my sensitive button. Without shame, I grind into his face as much as I can, riding his tongue and pushing him deeper into me.

I don’t even get a warning as my orgasm uncoils with blinding force. My whole world explodes, and I see stars. My heart gives an erratic beat, and my limbs turn into wet noodles.

Something wet and warm gushes out of me, and Jackson laps it all up, slurping and laving in my juices.

He growls against my pussy one word that shakes me to my core. “Mine.”

3

JACKSON

Jenny 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.

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