Page 55 of Hidden Desires

She leaned forward to press kisses against his chest. “If I didn’t feel sorry for your poor head and aching body, I’d smack you for insinuating I was ever bad at it.”

She licked his nipple and rolled it with the tip of her tongue before she bit down lightly. He hissed with pleasure, a hand on each wall to hold him up. She did it again to the other nipple and started working her mouth down his body, nipping and licking.

Jackson gulped in air, his legs trembling as her cheek brushed against his cock. She knelt before him kissing his thighs with closed eyes as the water cascaded down on them. Her hand gripped him firmly, her thumb stroking the under side and driving him crazy. Jackson waited, albeit impatiently, as she took her time, slowly driving him insane with lust.

When her lips surrounded him, Jackson head fell back against the tiles with a moan. The softness of her hand didn’t compare to the silky warmth of her wet mouth. She surprised him. The thought alone of her mouth surrounding his dick was enough to make him come.

She started with a slow pace, bobbing her head and taking more of him in her mouth. Jackson shifted so the water wasn’t in her face and pulled her hair back to watch. Her lips formed a wide O and took most of him inside. He groaned when the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat. His balls tightened, his heart hammered, and the need to come pulsed higher. Autumn must have sensed it and pulled back, replacing her mouth with her hand. Two strokes and he came, shooting semen across her breasts.

“Perfect cure for a hangover.” She smiled up at him.

Jackson leaned forward and kissed her. Although the room spun around him, he could go another second without kissing this woman. “You’re perfect.”

* * * *

After they ate breakfast at a local restaurant, Autumn drove Jackson back to the cemetery to pick up his truck. She held his hand as they walked toward the grave, Jackson all but cutting off her circulation with his clasp. As they neared his mother’s grave, he slowed his pace, almost resisting.

“This is the first time in years I’ve visited my mother’s grave sober.” Jackson stopped and tugged Autumn to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “It just hurts, you know?”

Having lost her mother at a young age, she did know that aspect. The day of the funeral, her brothers and father couldn’t get her to leave the cemetery until nightfall.

Autumn brushed her hands along his arms. “I do know. My mom died after you left, when I was eighteen. I miss her more and more as each day passes. It’s hard to let some go when you love them so much.” She tilted her head to the side, resting her cheek against his biceps.

“How did your mother die?”

Autumn sighed. “She was a nurse at the local hospital and contracted a disease. It was a simple infection everyone thought could be treated with antibiotics, but the treatment didn’t work, and her body rapidly shut down within days after the infection. She didn’t live a week after she contracted it.”

Jackson’s lips pressed against her cheek. “I’m so sorry, babe.”

Autumn held back her tears. “Me, too.” She kissed Jackson’s forearm. “She actually liked you, believe it or not. She hated the fact I was head over heels, but she liked your loyalty and dedication. She told me you reminded her a lot of my father.”

“That’s a pretty nice compliment.”

Autumn swallowed back her emotions. She wanted nothing more than her mother to make everything okay again, the same way she always did when Autumn was a child. She’d have been there when she lost Frank’s baby just as she would have been here now had she been alive. Wanting her advice, love, and comfort hurt now almost as much as the day she had to say good-bye forever.

“Do you want some time alone? Or are you ready to go?”

Jackson pulled away from her and walked away. She watched him open his truck door and lean in for something. And then she saw the bouquet of flowers in his hand. When he came back, he knelt and placed them on his mother’s grave.

Tears gathered in Autumn’s eyes.

He arranged the flowers the way he wanted them on the grave and stood. He gave Autumn a small smile and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Beverly would be proud of her son.” Autumn slid her arms around Jackson’s waist. “I know I am.”

Jackson simply held her for a moment, not saying a word. She knew he struggled with his own emotions, never really dealing with anything and keeping it bottled inside.

“Me, too,” he finally said. “I love you, Autumn. Thank you for being here for me.”

She glanced up at him. Although he didn’t cry, his eyes held the emotion. “You know there is no place I would rather be. The good, the bad, and the downright ugly, I’ll always be here for you.”

Jackson leaned down to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, greeting his tongue with her own. There is no place on earth better than Jackson’s arms.

Autumn tried to pull him closer and he lifted her in his arms. Her legs automatically went around his waist as they kissed in the cemetery.

Finally, when they broke the kiss, he smiled. Autumn played with the hairs at his nape, running her fingers through the short length.

“Why don’t you have a pet? I would think being a vet you’d have at least a goldfish,” he said.

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