Page 5 of Trial By Fire
“First of all, you’re not knocked up by him, unless your name is Mary. Second of all, you’re not his girl. I know enough about Jackson to know he hasn’t had a steady vagina to fuck since we broke up two years ago. So, unless you want me to stomp your ignorant ass right here in front of everyone in this bar, move the fuck out of my way.”
Trish pushed past the woman, and out of the restroom. She stopped just outside the bathroom door, she took a deep breath and made a decision. Storming to the table Jackson was at, she straddled his hips and kissed him like a woman dying of thirst.
CHAPTER
SIX
Jackson didn’t know what the hell to think. One minute she stormed off the dance floor when he admitted he still thought of her, the next she was in his lap, kissing him like it was the end of the world.
Gripping her hair with one hand and a hip with the other, he took control of the kiss. He was a man starved for her taste. Starved for the feel of her under him. Starved for the sounds she made as she rode his cock. Starved for the feel of her pussy milking his cock for every drop he could deliver.
Pulling back, Jackson had to mentally calm himself down. “What was that for?”
“One night. I’ll give you one night to fuck each other out of our systems. After that, we go back to what it was before.”
“And if I decide I want to try this again?” Jackson asked, pulling her head back to look into her eyes.
“You’ve made it clear I’m not what you want. You made it clear you don’t like my job. It doesn’t matter what I feel. I can’t give you my heart again and have you fuck it up like you did last time. I wouldn’t survive it. One night, Jackson. That’s all you’re getting from me.”
Jackson’s cock stood at attention. The thought of being inside her pussy again nearly undid him right then and there. But it wouldn’t be just one night. He was going to remind her how good things were between them tonight.
Standing up, Jackson let her legs fall to the floor, refusing to let her go for fear she would rabbit if he did. “My place or yours?”
“Yours is closer.”
Fuck! He looked over at Bradley who was engrossed in Lola. Pulling out his phone, he texted Bradley to let him know he was taking Trish back to the apartment and taking a Lyft. Once he’d ordered one, Bradley looked up from his phone and nodded. Looking down at his phone, he had the same idea. Looks like they were sharing a Lyft.
Jackson unlocked the apartment door and ignored Bradley and Lola once he stepped in. The whole ride from the bar to the apartment, he had Trish, who had straddled his lap the second they climbed into the backseat, grinding her pussy into his cock. They locked lips the whole way there.
He couldn’t help but chuckle when Lola copied the exact same movements with Bradley who had shared his Lyft ride with him back to the apartment. He wanted to poke the kid’s eye out who was their Lyft driver. He kept staring at Trish’s ass in the rearview mirror. He realized he and Bradley had growled at the kid several times during the short ride.
Once he got Trish into the apartment, everyone and everything else was forgotten. He steered her to his room, slamming the door before he pushed her back into it. All bets were off now. He’d been good until now. Now he was going do exactly as he wanted.
He was going to mark her. Imprint himself on her. He was going to fuck her like he’s never fucked her in the past. He’d always held back with her. Now she was going to see a side of him she’d never seen before. His dominant side.
Reaching up to the hook on the door, he pulled down the tie that was hanging there. Leaning back, he looked down into her eyes. Fuck, her eyes were beautiful as all get out. What the fuck was he thinking letting this woman go. She was his. Fuck the bullshit he was thinking before.
“I want that jacket and shirt off. Now!”
“You’re not the boss of me!” Trish fired back, challenging him as she starred him down.
“Oh, but, baby. Tonight, I am! You gave me one night. One night to fuck you out of my system. I’m going to do it my way. You’re going to get the real me, tonight. Jacket, shirt off.Now!”
“And if I don’t?” Trish glared at him, daring him to say something.
“Then I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to do since the moment I first saw you.”
“What is that?” Trish asked, looking down at his lips, licking hers, before looking back up to his eyes.
Fuck, he wanted those lips on his fucking cock. Gripping her hair, he leaned her head back so that he could look directly into her eyes. “I’m going to spank that sexy fucking ass of yours nice and red. Now, you have been given an order. Get that jacket and shirt off. If I have to do it for you, you’ll be going home topless tomorrow.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Trish bit her bottom lip as she thought about her options. Staring Jackson in the eyes, she took her jacket and top off, standing in front of him in just her bra. Once she let the items fall to the ground, she stayed where she was, waiting for his next order.
“Bra off too,” Jackson ordered, staring down at her as his hands skimmed up her torso towards her breasts.
