Jackson’s Destiny(18)

She wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed up my body. I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her to wrap her legs around my waist. We stood in the open doorway of my house, staring at one another. Her weaving her hands through my hair and me gripping her ass, holding her in place.

“You do sweet pretty well, Jackson Sawyer,” she whispered, and her eyes glistened. “I kinda like your mushy side.”

I chuckled, and her smile lit up her face. “Only for you, sweetheart.” If a few sweet words lit her up the way she was right now, hell, I would do my damnedest to give her a little sweet each day.



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The sound of the rain hitting the window just to the left of the couch woke me. Bailey and I had settled in together for a movie, and I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I immediately noticed the absence of her body against mine as I sat up and began scanning the living room. When I found no signs of her, I stood up and checked room after room, panic rushing through me when I couldn’t find her. As I walked back out to the living room, I gripped the back of my neck in frustration. Had my sweet been too much? I wasn’t used to acting that way, but damn if Bailey didn’t make that shit just fall from my lips without even a second thought.

The light from the front porch caught my eye, and I rushed toward the door, which wasn’t locked when I twisted the knob. The moment the door came open, I stood there, frozen at the sight before me.

Bailey was standing less than five feet from the front steps with her head tipped upward and her eyes closed as the rain pelted her skin. She was soaked, and her hair stuck to her face, though the chill of the late spring morning didn’t appear to bother her.

Alarmed, I was about to run to her when she turned to face me and I saw the smile that graced her lips. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” She shrugged before laughing, as if standing in the pouring rain was some great adventure.

I sauntered down the front steps, and the rain began to soak my own clothes. As I walked up to her, she tilted her neck back, looking up at me. “I know it sounds crazy, but I feel so free after talking to Amber that now just seemed like the perfect time to play in the rain.”

I grazed her cheek with my thumb as I pushed her wet hair from her face. “You should have woken me up. I’d play in the rain with you, no questions, darlin’.”

“Stop with the sweet.” She grinned. “Where is the controlling Jackson I know and lo—” She closed her mouth quickly and averted her eyes.

My heart raced with the idea of what she was about to say, but I pushed it aside. “You don’t like my sweet side?”

“Oh I do,” she assured me. “But right now, I think I need something else.” Her voice was a notch lower than usual—soft, alluring, and slightly suggestive.

I hooked a finger into the collar of her shirt and tugged her toward me. “Controlling and demanding it is, then,” I told her as I lowered my other hand to her shirt and slowly lifted the fabric to expose her stomach. The hitch in her breathing made me smirk. Bailey pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she lifted her gaze once more to meet mine.

“Is this what you want, Bay?” I asked. She nodded without releasing her lip. “You want me to make you mine?” Another nod, yet still no words. The rain had slowed, but was still falling hard enough to bead on and roll over her cheeks and neck. “Tell me, baby, I need to hear it,” I pressed. “I need the words, darlin’.”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Yes, what?”

“I want this. I want you. I want to be yours, Jackson.”

I tried not to grin, but her saying that felt like the greatest gift I had received in a long time. Sliding my palms over her wet skin, I continued to lift her shirt up and over her head. It made a slapping sound as I dropped it to the sidewalk.

“You are mine,” I assured her before lowering my lips to hers.

Those words set yet another thrill through her as she fisted her hands in my t-shirt before she began to lift upward. I broke our kiss just long enough to help her and threw it down to join hers at our feet.

As the rain picked up again, we both went for one another’s pants, and I smiled against her lips at the frenzied movements of our hands. When she had my jeans undone, she didn’t wait before wrapping her hand around my cock. I groaned as she began gliding her hand up and down.

“Let’s take this inside,” I growled.

Once again, Bailey attached herself to me by wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her and held her close with a hand on each firm cheek of her perfect ass, then spun around and stalked toward my front door, leaving behind the pile of our very wet clothes.