Rose. Quit asking me." He barks at her.
I sigh. I fight with Jackson a lot, but these two are already like an old married couple.
When Wesley starts fussing, I take that as my cue. "Well, I'm going to go feed him. Thank you, guys, for watching him while we went to the doctor. Oh! And good news apparently."
Easton perks up. "What happened?"
"There is improvement in Jackson's tests results."
"No shit." He looks at Jackson wide eyed.
Jackson shrugs.
"Quit downplaying this shit, man. That's good fucking news." He slaps him on the back.
"It'll be good fucking news once I can walk my ass out of this chair."
"You'll get there." I say, smiling at him as I lift Wesley out of his arms.
He gives me a look, his eyes heating up when he glances down my plunging top.
"Call Hugo, would you? I don't want that bitch even in the park when my son's here." He tells Easton, his gaze not leaving mine.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll call him now." He says, already on his way out the door.
"I'll call you later, Cara! I guess I'll be over here to hangout since this asshole won't let me go with him." Rose says as she stands up.
"Shut up, Rose."
"You shut up, Easton!" The door slams shut, shaking the walls with the force of Rose’s anger.
The air thickens, and I stand up and start walking towards my bedroom. "I have to feed Wesley."
He says nothing, following behind me and closing the bedroom door behind him.
"What're you doing?" I laugh, sitting on the bed, adjusting my top and revealing a breast. Wesley latches on immediately, going to town like he hasn't eaten all day.
Jackson stares at me, his jaw pulsing with tension I know is building in him.
"Want to know what else will be good news?" He rasps, his voice a thick gravel.
"Hmmm?" I watch his thick arms flex as he reaches forward, grabbing my foot and slowly peeling off my sock.
"When I can get out of this chair and come and fuck you."
"Is that right?" I feel a thump between my thighs, and I beg for that to happen, too.
He grabs my other foot, peeling that sock off, too. Painfully slow. I can feel each fiber of the sock brush against the underside of my foot. It tickles, and the sensation zings all the way up my thighs and between my legs. "Do you miss me? Fucking you?"
"Yes." My tongue feels thick as it sticks to the roof of my mouth.
My entire body feels thick with desire.
I move Wesley to my other breast, leaving the one he just fed on out in the open.
Jackson swallows audibly, and his green eyes darken to nearly black. They look like black holes. Endless. Unknown.
I shiver.
“I miss it, too.” He grabs the hem of my pants, attempting to pull them down my legs. I press my feet on the bed and lift my ass up, and he easily slides them down my legs. “I miss grabbing you from behind. I miss wrapping your hair in my fist as I fuck you from the back. I miss the tremor of fear you’d have when I’d get too rough.”
I swallow, dropping back on the bed and closing my eyes.
“Do you miss being afraid of me? That trickle of fear you’d get when my fingers would bruise your waist or when my teeth would sink into your skin?”
I moan.
“Tell me, Cara.”
“Yes.” I whimper.
“Let me tell you this. If I ever get my legs back, I’m going to fuck you so long and so hard you’ll be sobbing for me to stop. I’ll damage you for everyone else, and when you heal back up and can move again, you’ll come begging for more.”
I lick my lips.
“Put Wesley in his basinet.”
I glance down and see he’s dozed off, not even attached to my nipple anymore. Scrambling up, I gently set him in his bed and let out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t move.
Jackson reverses, and I’m about to whine for him to come back when I realize he’s not leaving. Gliding over to my dresser, I’m about to ask what he’s doing when he opens my top drawer, digging underneath my panties and pulling out my vibrator. My rabbit.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks. “How did you know about that?”
He looks at me blankly and says, “If you think there’s anything I don’t know about you, you’re not as smart as I thought.” I’m about to protest, to argue with his offensive comment when I’m laying here with