Keeping Him

by Kennedy Fox

  “Oh my God…” I can’t hold back any longer. Moans and screams and begging for more, Jackson delivers it all. “Right there, please don’t stop. More,” I plead, and when my body quivers with a gush I’ve never felt before, Jackson slides out and slaps his cock against my ass cheek.

  “Holy shit.” His tone makes me look over my shoulder. He has a huge smile plastered on his face, and I wonder what the hell just happened.

  “That was…I—” I’m at a loss for words.

  “You just squirted all over my dick. Jesus, babe.” He looks impressed. Meanwhile, I feel mortified.

  “I…what?” I furrow my brows. “Are you sure?”

  He chuckles, aligning himself to my entrance again.

  “So fuckin’ sure. It was hot as hell, too.”

  I shiver, feeling the haze that captures my body after the high. Did that really just happen? I smile to myself, thinking about how many firsts I’ll get to experience with Jackson. Perhaps we didn’t miss out, after all.

  “Three.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Over halfway there, gorgeous.”

  I can’t even imagine my body going through two more orgasms. Hell, they can’t even be considered orgasms at this point. They’re explosive bursts of intense pleasure that have the power to take down an entire village.

  Just when I’m about to tell him I’m tapping out and that my legs are boneless jelly, he picks me up and drags me to the edge of the bed, flipping me over, so we’re facing each other.

  “Did you think I was done with you?”

  Inhaling, I’m still breathless when I try to speak. “I should’ve known better.”

  He flashes a crooked grin and kneels between my legs. He reaches toward his nightstand, and I sit up on my elbows to see what he’s doing. Opening a drawer, I narrow my eyes when I see him take something out.

  “Wh…what is that?” I try to hide the fear in my voice, but considering my brain cells have all been ping-ponged, I’m pretty sure he hears it.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “That seems like a really unfair question at the moment.”

  “Kiera.”

  I swallow. I do trust him. There’s no one I trust more than him.

  “Of course I do,” I tell him, arching my neck so I can see what’s in his hand.

  “Good girl. Then lie back.” He presses his palm to my stomach until it’s flat and then rubs circles around my clit. It’s so damn sensitive and swollen, my hips nearly buck off the bed faster than when I flew off an unbroken horse. “You need to relax, baby. I want to try something.”

  Oh my God. This is it. This is where I learn about all the weird sex fetishes Jackson’s into. Honestly, I should’ve known. I mean, half the town knows he’s a kinky bastard in the bedroom. I just never imagined—

  Holy shit.

  “Don’t tense,” he tells me as he swirls a cool lubricant over my pussy.

  It slides down my ass and at first, I think his finger is lingering down there to rub it around, but then I feel an indescribable pressure, unlike anything I’ve felt before. Instinctively, I squeeze my butt cheeks.

  “Kiera…I need you to relax, baby. Trust me, okay?”

  I’m really trying to.

  I inhale a deep breath and focus on relaxing. He pushes in deeper, invading an intimate part of me that’s never been touched before. Within a few seconds, I feel it settle inside me, and Jackson presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

  “Doing okay?”

  “I think so.” I bite down on my lip, unsure.

  “I promise, you’re going to love it.” He winks, bending down to grab something else.

  Oh hell, now what?

  And then I hear a buzzing noise.

  Oh sweet Mary.

  He gently presses the vibrator to my clit, and my hips fly off the bed so fast, I don’t know how Jackson manages to grab me so quickly. My hands reach for his messy sex hair, and I’m almost certain he’s trying to kill me. Death by orgasmic seizure.

  “Jackson!” I screech, my head falling back as all the muscles in my body give out on me.

  “Lie back, baby,” he tells me softly. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and think there’s no way I’m going to make it to five. My body has never had three orgasms in one night, not even when I give them to myself. How the hell would I ever survive five?

  Jackson rests the vibrator against my clit as he slides in deeper. He bends my knees and spreads my legs wider. Every part of me feels full, and when he starts thrusting, my hands dig into the sheets so hard, I’m quite sure every nail breaks off.

  “How’s that feel?” he asks in a rough, gravelly voice. Jackson’s towering over me as he rocks his hips, and I already feel my body teetering over the edge.

  “It’s damn intense,” I admit, my hips arching to meet his thrusts.

  “You look so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. I want to make you feel as good as you deserve.” He leans down to kiss me, making the vibrator press harder against my clit.

  “Oh my God…” My breathing quickens as the build surfaces.

  “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

  I nod, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming. I’m not sure I’d have a voice left if I allowed myself to scream the way I want.

  “Don’t hold back from me, Kiera,” Jackson says as if he’d just read my mind. He pulls back slowly, then rams back in. It’s so much more intense with the other part of me full. My clit is throbbing, and there’s no holding back now.

  I open my mouth and release the most unholy scream of my life, fisting Jackson’s hair and grinding my hips against him as fast as I can while I ride out the craziest orgasm I’ve ever had. Just when I feel my body soaring back down, it hits me like a lightning bolt and I. Wasn’t. Ready.

  My body, my voice, my everything is uncontrollable as the electricity zaps me to a level that nearly makes my insides go numb. It shoots up my spine, and I’m certain I’m having a seizure at this point because I can’t stop shaking, and when all my muscles contract at the same time, I hear Jackson groan so loudly I’m positive he’s dying too. With one last thrust, he releases everything inside me and tosses the vibrator away before collapsing on top of me.

  For a long moment, we lie there, neither of us moving or speaking. Mostly, we try to catch our breath, and I can only hope he doesn’t need CPR because I’m pretty sure all the air has been sucked out of me for eternity.

  When my muscles have come back to life, and my heart has steadied to a normal, healthy rhythm, Jackson pushes himself up and smiles down at me.

  “Five.”

  Waking up in Jackson’s embrace for the first time has me smiling from ear to ear. Before I even open my eyes, I feel his strong arms wrap around me as his steady breathing whispers in my ear. His palm rests on my stomach, holding me flush against him, and moments later, I feel his morning wood pressing against the lower curve of my back.

  I stifle a chuckle, not sure if I should be surprised or impressed that after the night we just had, Jackson’s cocked and loaded already. I can still feel him between my sore thighs, but I can’t deny the way my pussy aches to have him there again.

  “If this isn’t the best fucking way to wake up,” he murmurs against my skin before feathering kisses along my neck. His hand moves down my stomach and reaches between my legs, sliding a finger slowly through my wet slit. “Mmm, yes…waking up to this, even better.”

  I chuckle as I arch my hips into his hand, needing the pressure deep inside. Instead, Jackson teases me by slowly brushing his finger over my clit, but not going further.

  “Don’t torture me,” I beg. Jackson’s lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. God, I can’t believe this is real.

  “Do you remember when we were like seventeen or so and we went fishing, and when you casted your line, you released too soon and got that fish hook right in my thumb?”

  Laughing, I shake my head at him. “How do you remember that?”

  “I remember a lot, Pippi. Mostl
y because it was with you.” His cute confession has me turning around in his arms so I can face him.

  “That’s pretty adorable,” I say, then kiss him.

  “Adorable or not, teasing you is my payback.”

  I scoff. “That was years ago! And it was an accident!”

  His hand rounds my body and slaps my ass. “Accident, right,” he taunts. “I still have a scar to prove it.”

  “It’s your battle wound, you poor baby.” Before I can stop him, he’s on top of me with my arms above my head. I laugh, wiggling underneath him, but his hold is too strong.

  “Stay still,” he demands. He parts my legs with his knee and starts kissing his way down my body. Right when he’s about to kiss my sweet spot, my stomach growls loudly.

  Jackson peeks his head up from between my legs, locking his eyes on mine with a devilish smirk. “Sounds like someone’s hungry for breakfast. I know I am.” He winks and then disappears between my thighs, hooking my knee over his shoulder. As soon as he slides his tongue inside, I’m gasping for air.

  With Jackson, nothing feels awkward. All the insecurities I have with my body vanish because he makes me feel so comfortable and like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I know his past, and a small part of me wonders if I’ll be enough for him, but it’s confirmed this connection isn’t one-sided.

  “You look so gorgeous when you come,” he whispers after my release. He crawls up my body. “Taste damn good too.” Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine.

  “Now that you’ve feasted, time to feed me, Cowboy.”

  “You got it. Coffee and pastries at the B&B.” He winks, making me laugh.

  “You seriously need to start grocery shopping regularly. John’s going to start pickin’ up on your tricks.”

  “Pfft…” he says, rolling to my side, weaving our legs together. “Most of the guests think I’m him anyway, so they won’t utter a word.”

  Shaking my head, I grin. “So I have to ask…” I pause, finding the courage. “Did you really mean what you said about making babies with me?”

  Jackson’s brows shoot up instantly. “Fuck yes, I did. I hope we made one last night. And if not, we’ll try again later.”

  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “Crazy about you.” He smirks. “I don’t see any reason we shouldn’t. I already know you’re the one, and I know you want a family. And I want to give that to you.”

  “You sure are somethin’ else, Jackson Bishop.” I gaze into his eyes, sinking deeper into his hold. “I already know you’d make a great dad. Makes me even more excited.”

  “Well considering none of my brothers know how to wear condoms, I’ve gotten some experience under my belt. Being the cool uncle has had its perks.”

  I laugh at how serious he looks about it too. “I probably won’t be able to train horses while I’m pregnant or at least for part of the time. It’d be too dangerous. Plus I wouldn’t want to risk it.”

  “You wouldn’t need to. I can take on your workload, and Colton can cover my bitch work. It’d be good for him anyway.”

  “Speaking of Colton,” I say, starting to laugh. “The other day he told me to remind you that you still owe him fifteen hundred bucks for losing your bet.”

  Jackson snorts. “I just bet him double or nothing yesterday.”

  I furrow my brows, confused. “On what?”

  He blinks and looks like he’s contemplating his next words. “On whether you’d say yes or no to my question.”

  My eyes widen, wondering what the hell he’s up to.

  “Okay…” I start, urging him to just let it out.

  Instead, he cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated. We’re both panting as he rests his forehead against mine. “I want to wake up to you every damn morning. I wanna roll over and be able to kiss you, and I even like hearing your cute, little snores. Secrets be damned. You’re mine now, and I don’t care what anyone says.”

  I part my lips, feeling relieved he wants this as much as I do. He wants our relationship to move forward, and even though we weren’t announcing it to dim the rumors, I’m ready to scream it to the world now.

  “So you want me to stay overnight from now on? Well according to the gossip, I’ve already been sleeping over anyway.” I roll my eyes.

  “No, baby.” He plucks my lip with his thumb and smiles. “I want you to move in with me. Here. Permanently.”

  “What…really?” I don’t mean to sound shocked, but I am. Jackson moving this fast is something I would’ve never anticipated, but considering I know I’m the only woman he’s ever asked to move in with him, I know it’s not something he planned on a whim. “Wait…” I squint my eyes. “Colton really bet you double or nothing that I’d say no?”

  “Yep…but I might’ve led him to believe you already knew you were pregnant with Trent’s baby, and he said there was no way I’d go through with asking you, and when I said I would, then he said there was no way you’d say yes.”

  I push against his chest and laugh. “You don’t play fair.”

  “You know better than anyone I don’t.” He grabs my wrists and kisses my knuckles. “So, are you going to make me lose three grand or do me the honor of moving in with me?”

  “Well, Cowboy…when you put it like that.” I smirk. “On one condition, though.”

  “Name it.”

  “Whiskey Fridays will have to retire because I’m not waking up to a pile of drunk guys or girls on the floor.”

  “That’s an easy compromise,” he says, matter-of-factly. “Lately, Whiskey Fridays were just me, Colton, and Braxton drinking and shootin’ the shit anyway.”

  “Who’s Braxton?”

  “One of the new ranch hands. He’s from Alabama, and Colton’s training him.”

  “Oh, haven’t met him yet.”

  “And you won’t,” Jackson says. “He’s twenty-five and thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

  I grin, shaking my head at the irony. “Sounds like someone else I know.”

  “No, I said he thinks he is. I actually am.” He flashes a smug grin, and I pull his lips back to mine, kissing it right off his face.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Jackson

  The past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing.

  After I helped Kiera move all her things from her parents’ house into mine, it seemed like everything was the way it was supposed to be. The way I feel about her is much more than a childhood crush—it’s real, it’s everything.

  I know we were going to take our time and do this right, but damn, we already know everything there is to know about each other. We’ve been codependent, and there aren’t any secrets between us. Her moving in was the next logical step, plus I selfishly just wanted her in my bed every night. I wanted to come home and know she was there waiting for me, and vice versa.

  I roll over and watch her sleep so peacefully in my arms. Her blonde hair cascades across the pillow, and it takes everything for me not to wake her up. Though it’s Thanksgiving morning and our day is going to be packed full of family, we still have daily tasks to take care of. But truthfully, I’d rather make love to her from sunrise to sunset. I can never get enough. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this is real. I dreamed about having her like this for so long that it’s almost unbelievable. Surreal.

  Kiera’s eyes flutter open, and a soft smile touches her lips. “Morning,” she whispers.

  I lean over and press my lips against hers. “Mornin’, beautiful. Hungry?”

  She opens her arms and pulls me back to her. “Hungry for more of you.”

  “I’m your buffet. Eat all you want.” I laugh against her lips before she slips below the blankets. Her fingers peel off my boxers, and soon she’s throwing them from under the covers. Fingernails scratch down my legs, causing shivers to rush over my skin. The anticipation of having her again is almost unbearable.

  As soon as her warm mouth licks up my
shaft, my eyes practically roll in the back of my head. Kiera takes her time, licking and sucking, before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I move the blankets from her body so I can watch my queen take full control.

  “Mmm,” she hums and flicks her tongue against the tip before she takes me in her mouth again and begins pumping me harder and faster. I thread my fingers through her hair as she varies her speeds, driving me wild and pushing me to the edge. She knows exactly what I like and want, and constantly uses it to her advantage in the bedroom.

  Gently, Kiera brushes her fingers across my balls, and I know if she keeps this up, I’ll lose it at any moment. Just as I feel my body tense, Kiera stops, climbs up my body, and slides my hardness inside. Her head rolls back on her shoulders as she releases a moan. She’s soaked, and I love the fact that pleasing me arouses her. Hell, I love everything about her.

  I dig my thumbs into her hips as she rides me like a horse, but I steady her. Her green eyes meet mine as she bends down to claim my mouth. Our bodies rock together in fluid movement as if we’re one entity, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll last. I’ve never been a one-minute man, but with Kiera, I’m ready to come as soon as she gets naked.

  “Jackson,” she moans loudly, scratching her nails down my chest, picking up her pace. I thumb her clit, adding just enough pressure to have her begging for more. Kiera’s eyes tightly close, and her entire body trembles and shakes. Before long, our bodies are moving together in perfect harmony as the orgasms blast through us. There’s not enough air in the room for us to breathe. I wrap my arms around her and hold her until we come down from the high. I brush her messy hair from her face and kiss her.

  “I just want to stay here all day,” she whispers.

  I smile against her skin. “I know. But we should probably shower, then feed the horses.”

  Kiera pretends to snore, and I tickle her until she jumps up and rushes to the bathroom. “First!”