Page 12 of The Other One

“That’s it. Let me have it,” he moans between kisses. Jackson groans into my mouth and I feel his cock pulse inside me, which sets off my third and most intense orgasm of the night. My head spins as the edges of my vision become hazy while the waves crash over me again and again. If I had the power of thought, I would wonder if it’s ever been this intense and amazing with another person. Spoiler alert—it hasn’t.

Our movements and kisses slow, both of us finally spent and satisfied. My brain is mush. If it wasn’t, I would probably start second-guessing everything that just happened, but all I can manage is to fall directly on my face, turning my head toward Jackson and stretching my lips into a giant smile..

“Wow,” I whisper.

Jackson chuckles as he gets up to take care of the condom. When he comes back from the bathroom, I feel the mattress dip from his weight and a light kiss where he smacked my ass. Smacked. My. Ass. If anyone would have ever told me I would let this man even see my ass, I would have told them they had lost their goddamn minds. I loved every second of it, though. I knew Jackson and I would have chemistry from our kiss in Costa Rica, but this is something else entirely. This is some “knock the world off its axis” kind of shit, and I’m not sure how to reconcile that in my head.

Jackson makes himself comfortable in my bed, his head resting on his hands linked behind his neck, while I look at him and giggle.Crazy.

He shoots his eyes at me. “I’m not sure I like you laughing after I just gave you the best sex of your life.”

At that I let out a full belly laugh. “It was… adequate,” I reply with a wink.

His hand goes to his heart, and he rubs his chest. “Ouch. I’ll have to try harder next time. Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll raise my score.”

I scoot up the bed and lay my head on the pillow next to him.

“Who says you get another shot?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and grabs me so that my head is now on his firm yet warm chest. It’s still damp from his intense efforts, but for some reason, it doesn’t gross me out like it usually would.Weird.

“I didn’t take you for an after-sex cuddler,” I tell him as I relax on him.

“I didn’t take you for a screamer, yet here we are.” I smack his chest and he laughs.

“Better get some rest, Red. You issued a challenge and I intend to rise to it.”

My eyes are heavy and close on their own accord as I’m lulled to sleep by his fingers trailing up and down my arm and the rhythmic sound of Jackson’s heartbeat under my cheek.

Waking up the next morning, I turn my head to see Jackson sleeping peacefully next to me. Shit. I hadn’t meant to let him sleep here. We were both exhausted after round two but managed to rally for round three a few hours ago. That one was softer, yet more intense than the two times before. I should have had him leave then. Made up some excuse of why he couldn’t stay, but I was fucked into a daze and couldn’t form words.Damn.

Moving slowly and quietly from my spot, I see my robe on the hook on my bedroom door and grab it, wrapping myself in the silk. I sneak out of my own damn bedroom and walk to the kitchen to get the coffee going. I’ll toss him out after I get a shot of caffeine in me.

My cell phone starts ringing in my living room, and I rush to find it, not wanting the noise to wake Jackson up. I’m not ready to face him in the cold light of day.

“Hello,” I say quietly into the phone after seeing Kasey’s name on the screen.

“What’s up, buttercup? Did you have fun last night?” She sounds way too chipper for the early hour.

“I did. What are you doing up so early?”

“Why are you whispering? Oh my god, is someone there with you?” she squeals into the phone.

“What? No, of course not.” I let out a high-pitched laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“You’re lying. And badly, I might add. Who is it?”

“No one. I just got up and I’m not fully awake yet, that’s all.” She really needs to drop it.

Suddenly, I’m grabbed from behind and pulled into a hard chest as Jackson buries his face in my neck and growls.

“What the hell was that?” Kasey asks suspiciously.

She’s right, I’m a terrible liar and she is definitely about to bust me for it. My head is screamingAbort! Abort!

“Nothing. I just stubbed the shit out of my toe on this annoying wall behind me. No big deal. I gotta go, though. Don’t want my toe to swell. Talk soon, love muffin.” With that, I hang up on her and turn, smacking Jackson in the chest.

“Goddammit, you demon bastard, Kasey heard you.”

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