Page 72 of Jacked and Jaded

They were both ready to go in fifteen minutes. Jackson in his usual jeans, tee, cut and boots. She’d pulled on a short summer dress with a matching lace bra and thong with wedged sandals. She brushed her hair and swept it up into a messy bun and added hoop earrings. Next, she brushed her teeth and put on her deodorant, then applied some mascara and eyeliner. She looked at herself in the mirror, liked what she saw and decided she was good to go.

Jackson, the little shit, found out she was wearing a g-string under her dress on the drive over and tortured her the entire twenty minutes it took to get to Bellamy’s. He’d asked what she was wearing under her dress and she told him panties. He wanted to know what kind of panties and when she wouldn’t tell him, he’d gotten sneaky. He told her to reach over the seat and find something he said was on the back seat. That’s when he flipped up her dress, flashing anyone that drove by and discovered the thong.

And what did the man do? He waited for her to take her seat again, then bold as can be, slipped his hands down the front of said panties, his finger entering her without hesitation. He continued to finger fuck her all the way to Bellamy’s. She had one hand braced on the door and the other on the console between them as she rode his fingers. She was panting and out of breath, her vision a little out of focus. She was coming as he was pulling up to the curb. Jackson had a shit-eating grin on his face as he slowly withdrew his fingers and proceeded to lick them clean.

“What was that for?” Calliope asked a little breathlessly.

Jackson’s smile was lethal as he reached a hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss guaranteed to make her wet her panties more than they already were. “That was to keep you on the edge, so you don’t forget what we’re doing when we get home.” He opened the door and turned back to face her. From the cover of his truck door her had to adjust his erection. Good, she was happy to know he was in the same boat as she was.

She opened her door and started to get out. “Oh, no!”

“What?” Jackson wanted to know, looking around to find what had alarmed her.

“If I have a wet spot on the back of my dress from what you just did, I’m going to kick your ass and you won’t be fucking mine,” Calliope warned. It was funny how fast he slammed his door and came around to her side of the truck. He pulled her down and whipped her around, making her dizzy.

“Ha! No wet spot!” He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her along behind him. He was moving so fast, she could barely keep up. At the steps leading to the front door, he came to an abrupt halt, gave her a kiss and then announced he’d be around back with the men. Before he left, he checked the time and announced their two hours started now. With that, he turned on his heel and left her standing there with her mouth hanging open. He winked as he turned the corner, disappearing from sight.

“What the hell just happened?”Seriously, what the hell just happened?She shook her head and entered Bellamy’s new house that she was renting. The single-story cottage type house, had two bedrooms, one bathroom and a large, shaded back yard. Bellamy had loved it on sight. It had come fully furnished with furniture that was older, but still in excellent shape. This bit of good luck allowed her to move in immediately. The only thing she needed to buy were bath towels and bed linens. The funny thing about her new home was the fact that Race lived next door.

Calliope let herself inside and took a quick detour to the bathroom to try and clean up some of the mess Jackson left her in. She did the best she could but there was no help for it, her panties were going to be wet the entire time she was here. She dropped her purse on an end table in the living room and made her way toward the kitchen. Her mom, Maureen and Bellamy were already working on the sides and desserts.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” her mom teased. “What took you so long?”

“I, ah,” she faltered. She wasn’t about to tell her mom and Jackson’s that they’d had hot, sweaty sex this morning. Or that Jackson was very thorough when he was making love to her.

“Hey, you got your cast off,” Bellamy noticed right away. She was standing at the counter cutting up tomatoes to throw in the salad she was fixing.

“Yeah, it feels so good to have it off. I can scratch it any time I want. I can take a shower and not have to worry about getting it wet and I won’t hit Jackson with it in the middle of the night when I turn over.” She held up her left hand and did a beauty queen wave, showing off her much lighter arm.

“Oh my God!” Bellamy’s screech had Calliope jumping. Yanking her hand up to her face, Bellamy’s mouth fell open and her eyes shot wide. “When did you get this?”

“About an hour ago.” Calliope said it slowly, afraid she might make her friend squeal that ear-piercing squeal again.

“That’s why you’re late!” Bellamy smiled and wiggled her eyebrows up and down, like she knew Calliope and Jackson had been having a celebratory fuck. Calliope blushed, hating that her mom and Jane were aware of what she and Jackson had been doing. How mortifying having your parents know you’re having sex. It was almost as bad as knowing your parents are having sex. Bleh.

“Calliope! I’m so happy for you!” Her mom pulled her into a hug while Bellamy continued to hold her hand and stare at the ring.

“Look at this,” Bellamy said to Jane. “Wow! Your son has good taste. You sure you don’t have another son around here somewhere?”

Jane laughed. “No, Jackson is it.” She gently pried Calliope’s hand from Bellamy so she could get a better look at the engagement ring.

“Mom, Dad says he wants—” Jackson stopped half in and half out of the back door. “Oh, I see you showed them the ring already.” His adorable smile melted Calliope’s heart every time she was blessed with it. He came the rest of the way inside and walked up to stand next to her. “What do you guys think?”

“It’s beautiful.” Her mom had tears in her eyes. This was what her mom always wanted for Calliope; to end up with Jackson. The age difference was never a big deal to her once Calliope turned eighteen. Her mom and dad had several years between them when they got married, and now so did she and Tom. Apparently, her mom had a thing for older men.

“I love it, Jackson. You did very well.” Jane patted him on his back.

“You definitely have good taste,” Bellamy chipped in.

“What made you decide to pop the question?” her mom asked.

“It took almost losing her for me to wake up and see the light. After that, I knew I had to make her mine. I never want to be without her again.” Jackson pulled Calliope into his side so he could place a kiss on her lips. He stepped back and asked his mom, “Where’s the meat we’re supposed to be grilling?”

Jane went to the refrigerator and gathered up the already patted out hamburger patties and a couple of packages of hot dogs. She loaded him down, then held the door open for him.

“Have you set a date yet?” her mom asked hopefully.

“Mom! We just got engaged. Give us a chance to enjoy it before you go marching me down the aisle.”

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