it necessary to work on my movements every day, and now, after a year, I’m finally walking.
It’s slow. It’s painful somedays and fucking embarrassing, but I’m here. I’m working with it.
Once I get to the bedroom, I push the door open and I see Cara laying down in bed, laying under the covers as she watches TV. She looks up when she hears the creak of the door.
“He’s actually in his bed?”
“The party sucked the life out of him.”
She laughs. “He’ll be in here in a few hours, I’m sure.”
“Just enough time for me to punish you for that outfit earlier.”
She scoffs at me. “What do you mean? I wasn’t even wearing anything bad.”
“That fat ass of yours in those pants had people looking. I think I even saw Colton take a peek. Should’ve gouged his eyes out.”
“Fat. Ass?” She glares at me, and I bark out a laugh.
“Yeah, baby. You squatting down to pick up Wesley all these years has made you get a good ol’ bootie.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever doesn’t take away the fact that your ass was the focal point for half of the guys today. I think the only people that didn’t look is Easton and Hugo.” I walk over to my side of the bed, plopping down onto my side and pulling her on top of me.
She rolls her eyes again, this time saying nothing.
“You gonna make it up to me?”
She trails her fingers down my chest. “Make it up to you how?”
“You can fuckin’ ride me while we have the bed to ourselves.”
She slides down so she can pull my pants down, leaving them at my knees. She stands up, taking her clothes off in quick motions. She might act like this is a chore, or a fucking task, but she’s just as excited as I am. Maybe even more. The first time we were able to have sex again, I busted in about five seconds.
It’s another gift to be able to have my dick back. It’s something I’m not taking for granted. And I show Cara that, often.
Straddling me, she settles down as she grabs my cock between her legs, rubbing it around her already wet lips. I groan, settling my hands on her hips and squeezing tight. “Quit being a fuckin’ tease.”
She smirks at me, lining him up and then moving down slowly. Her eyes roll in the back of her head as my cock slides in to the hilt. She moves back up, creating a slow pace that is torturous and just too fucking much for me.
I let her go a few more pumps, then tear her off my body so she lays face down on the bed. I move up and over her, positioning myself and slamming back into her. I grab her hair, pull her head back so I can bite into her neck. “I get real fuckin’ pissed when I see other guys lookin’ at your ass.”
“Mmmm.” She moans.
“Makes me angry. Fuckin’ murderous.” I pump harder, faster.
“Fuck yes.” She gasps when I hit that sweet spot.
I sink my teeth into her neck, tasting the faint taste of blood that coats my teeth. “Don’t make me murder my own friends, Cara. ‘Cause believe me, I will.”
Blood rushes to my cock, and I ram into her as hard and fast as I can, pummel her until her whimpers turn into screams. “I’m going to come.”
“Fuck yes you are.” I reach under her, pressing my finger against her clit and giving it a little pinch. I can feel her clench around me, spasming and gripping me in a vice like grip. “Fucking come. Now.”
“Yes, Jackson. Yes.” She moans, burying her face in the mattress as she lets out a tortured scream. I don’t relent on her clit, rubbing it as I fuck her until she spirals into a second orgasm. Her second clench is what makes me spill into her. I growl as I watch her ass shake against me.
Fucking phenomenal.
When her orgasm subsides, I fall onto my back and wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Cara rolls over, hiking her leg over my waist and curling up against me.
“Sorry for making you feel murderous today.” She sighs.
I grunt. “Yeah, I’m used to it when it comes to you.”
She rolls her head so she can look up at me. “Because you love me?”
“You know I do.”
“So, say it.” She taps my peck, waiting for the words I’ve told her a million times. But she’s lucky, because I’m fine telling her a million times more.
“I love you, Cara. With my entire black heart and more, I love you. I loved you yesterday, and I’ll love you tomorrow. If you want to be with me forever, I’ll love you that long, too.”
“I do want to be with you forever.” She whines.
“Good, because I wouldn’t let you go anyway.”
She beams up at me, and I swear my heart thaws. Every day, she chips a little of the cold away and makes me fall in love with her more. It worries me sometimes, how much I love her.
But I guess that’s a part of love. It’s scary, and a lot of the times it’s unknown. It’s brutal, really, but the best thing about it is that it’s forgiving, and endless. My love for her doesn’t end. My love for her will be here for much longer than either of us will be, and I guess that can make love either your strength, or your weakness.
For me, it’s probably both.
“Jackson?”
I look down at her. “Yeah?”
“I love you, too.”
The End.
Acknowledgments
More than anything, I want to thank my readers. You guys are what keep me going when I’m exhausted, second guessing myself, and overworked. I write because I love it, but I wouldn’t be able to do it if I didn’t have any of you. For that, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
I also want to thank my ARC crew – Rachel, Brittany, Paige, Janessa, Laura, Victoria, Adriana, Adriana, Brittany, and Shannan. Some of you have been here since day one, and others are new readers to my books. You guys are so helpful, and I’ve become friends with each of you. I love you.
Family. Thank you, family. Thank you to Preston, my husband. He hates when my head is stuck in a computer for weeks on end, but he sticks by my side. My kids, who hate when my attention isn’t on them, but they still love me.
To my proofreader, Michelle, and my cover artist, Amy, you guys have been with me since the start. I know I’m a pain sometimes but thank you for putting up with me anyway.
To those who read, keep doing what you’re doing. When the world spins out of control, we can mute the chaos with words, pages, and stories. Never stop.
About the Author
A.R. Breck lives in Minnesota with her husband, two children and two dogs. She enjoys reading, writing and sharing her stories with the world. When she isn’t working, A.R. Breck loves to watch horror movies, road trip around the country and read forbidden romance novels.
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