Jackson’s Destiny(34)

My breath hitched when she slid her other hand over the crotch of my jeans and gripped my cock. I quickly placed my hand over hers to hide what she was doing from curious eyes.

“You ready to go back to the hotel?” I was praying she’d say yes.

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?”

Her question caught me off guard. I had expected her to jump at the thought of getting me alone. Or, hell, maybe even argue with me.

“Yeah,” I said before kissing her softly. “Got to start training the new arrival. I’ve put it off, but there’s no time left to delay it any further. Owner will be there Thursday morning, which means I gotta be there too.”

“‘Owner’ as in the dark-haired beauty?”

I pulled back enough to be able to look her in the eyes. The seductive Bailey was gone, suddenly replaced with a Bailey that was trying to pull away from me.

“What?” I asked. She shrugged and turned her head away from me. I caught her chin with my fingers and turned her back to face me. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”

“Is she an ex?”

This was a conversation I didn’t feel right having while she was so drunk. So instead of telling her Phoebe and me were once involved, I did the only thing I could—I lied.

“No, babe, just training her horse,” I assured her.

She stared at me, making me slightly nervous. But after a few moments, she seemed satisfied with my answer and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. She gently pressed kisses along my jaw before pausing just next to my ear. “I think it’s time you take me back to my room. I only have a short time left with you, and I want to spend that time naked.”

Chills covered my neck and fanned out over my back. “That sounds pretty damn good.”

She sucked my earlobe into her mouth, and my dick jumped in my pants. I had to get these girls out of here. I had very little restraint left in me.



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Bailey was the sexiest damn woman I had ever been lucky enough to hold. She had the perfect curves, the kind that fit just right in your palms. She drove me wild in so many different ways, and I was sure nothing could ever top the crazy little thing she did with her hips while she was on top, but I was wrong.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she rolled her tongue along the head of my cock.

Oh hell, I was so damn wrong. Her tongue was lethal. She had me hanging on the edge, and the last thing I wanted to do was fall. I had so many things I wanted to do for her in return, but she showed no sign of slowing any time soon. My girl was a horny-ass little drunk. I had to remember that little secret.

My head fell back against the headboard with a loud thump, and I thrust my hips up off the bed, sliding deeper into her mouth. “Right there,” I cooed as she took me in. Just when I was ready to blow, she stopped, and my eyes widened. I was about to groan in protest when she positioned herself over my hardness and begin lowering her body to meet mine.

I licked my lips in anticipation as I focused solely on the joining of our bodies. She panted and moaned loudly as she took me into her in one quick movement. I gripped her hips, and she brushed my hands away. As they fell to the mattress, she began moving hard and fast. Leaning back, she placed one of her hands on my thighs, giving me an even better view of her pussy as she rode me hard.

It was the sexiest damn thing I had even seen.





Chapter Twenty-Five





Bailey



I tried not to show just how much it hurt to watch him pack his things into his duffle bag. Yes, I was slightly hung over, and no, I didn’t remember every moment of last night. But I remembered all the moments that mattered. I remembered each time we had sex, and there were plenty of rounds throughout our last night and day together. But right now it felt like my heart was on fire. It hurt to imagine lying in this big bed tonight without him at my side. My vision clouded with unshed tears, and I tried to hide them but failed miserably.

Jackson turned just in time to see me wiping away one that had escaped. “When you coming home to me?” he asked as he crawled up next to me on the bed. He took me into his arms and pulled me close, immediately washing away the ache.

“I just feel like I need to be here a little longer. My mom is just starting to respond to her therapy sessions,” I explained. “Dad needs me too. He seems different now. It’s sad, but I think my mother attempting to kill herself made him realize just how bad things had gotten for her.” When he remained silent, I went on. “He’s trying. I know he is. I guess I’m just scared the moment I leave, he’ll give up again. Then who will she have?” My eyes once again welled with tears.

“I’m gonna miss you, beautiful. Things don’t feel quite right without you around.”