Jackson's Destiny (Sawyer Brothers #2)

by C. A. Harms

  As if I wasn’t already damn near exploding, his promise only threw my senses into overdrive. I lifted my hips and rubbed myself against him in return.

  “The things I wanna do to you,” he growled. “It is gonna be a long night, darlin’. I hope you can keep up.”

  He bit my earlobe, giving me no time to come up with a comment in return. He trailed his tongue down my neck to the base, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he kissed his way down my chest before carefully unhooking my bra in the center. As it fell away, he wasted no time taking a nipple into his mouth.

  In that moment, I became a moaning, hungry woman. Imagining his mouth going even lower forced my hips forward once more.

  “I’ll get there, sweetheart. Be patient.”

  He had a wicked tongue, and I felt like I was going out of my mind as he teased me with it. Just when I was about to demand he give me more, he began kissing down my stomach, and my breath hitched as he placed his hands on my thighs and pushed them farther apart. My eyes were fixated on his finger as he trailed it along the edge of my panties.

  “Is this where you want me?” His breath against my thigh enhanced the need I already had.

  “Yes.” The word came out sounding more like begging.

  The moment his tongue touched my inner thigh, I moaned and gripped the sheets at my sides. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and lowered them as I lifted my hips just enough to allow them to slide beneath me. As soon as they were off, he moved his mouth to where I needed him to be and began sucking and kissing at my pussy. Intense pleasure washed through me as he devoured me.

  “Sweet,” he whispered against my clit, and I whimpered from the vibration of his words. “So damn sweet.”

  I was so close, grinding myself against his mouth as he slipped his tongue in and out of me. The moment his finger joined his mouth, I exploded and fisted the sheets tighter as I rode out the orgasm while he continued to suck me, taking everything I had to give. He’d made my skin so sensitive that I was now extremely aware of his movements. The mattress shifted beneath us as he rose onto his knees and removed his boxers. I opened my eyes at the sound of the foil tearing, and my gaze locked on him while he rolled the condom over his erection. Jackson then took one last opportunity to trace his finger over my sensitive clit before sliding it inside me. He then pulled back out and crawled toward me as he fisted his cock. Our stares locked as he positioned it at my opening and began to enter me.

  “Damn,” he groaned as he pushed farther inside. His head tipped back as he thrust forward, taking that last inch. I felt so full, so consumed by Jackson. That realization overwhelmed me and left me feeling so raw. I closed my eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure alone, willing away the emotions it brought on.

  “Eyes,” Jackson demanded. “I need your eyes on me.”

  I looked at him as he lowered his body over mine, placing his arms under my shoulders, keeping himself extended above me. “When I’m inside you, I need your eyes on me,” he whispered. “I wanna know what you’re feeling, know you’re with me completely.”

  “I’m with you,” I assured him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me.

  He lowered his lips to mine as he began to thrust inside of me. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as his tongue in my mouth mimicked the motion of his cock inside me. I could feel myself building to a climax once more, and I knew Jackson could feel it too as he lifted his head and looked at me. My eyes fluttered shut from the intense orgasm cresting inside me.

  “Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded.

  I didn’t hesitate to obey, and our eyes locked on one another. “When you hit that peak, I need to see you.” Jackson lowered his hand to where we were joined and began rubbing his thumb over my clit, applying just enough pressure. I moaned as I began to fall over the edge.

  “Yes.” I bit down on my lip and focused on his lust-filled eyes.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. And in that moment, I did feel beautiful. Jackson made me feel a whole lot of things I hadn’t before. He gave me everything I had been missing but had never demanded because I didn’t think I was worthy of happiness. And now that I’d sampled what being his was like, I knew nothing would ever compare.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jackson

  The alarm clock had gone off over ten minutes ago, yet I couldn’t force myself out of bed. I was enjoying my current position entirely too much to move. Bailey was sprawled out over me, her hair tickling my nose. One of her legs was thrown over mine, and her cheek rested against the center of my chest.

  I knew I would risk waking her the moment I moved, and I hated to. She looked damn sweet when she slept. She was also a cuddler. Prior to meeting her, I didn’t have any need for cuddling. But over the last couple days, I had truly become a fan of snuggling up with Bailey like I was now.

  The way she mumbled in her sleep was another sweet distraction, especially when my name was the main thing she was whispering. The idea of her dreaming of me made me feel warm all over. I wasn’t used to having such an emotional attachment to a woman, but I knew I could get used to it fast for Bailey.

  My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I grabbed for it quickly so it wouldn’t startle her.

  “What?” I snapped in a whisper after lifting the phone to my ear.

  “Long night?” Noah chucked. “That would explain the clothes scattered along the sidewalk leading to your door.”

  I closed my eyes and fought the urge to cuss him out. “I’ll meet you up at the house.”

  “I know how that shit goes. I’ll just wait outside on your porch. Ryan’s with me, and so is a spunky little thing that wants to see her best friend. So crawl outta bed and bring Blondie, but put some damn clothes on first.” He laughed as he hung up.

  If Bailey had wanted to keep what had happened last night a secret, it was no longer possible.

  I put the phone back on the nightstand and curled my body toward hers, then rolled her onto her back. He eyes came open, and she looked up at me with a sleepy gaze.

  “Morning, sweetheart,” I said before kissing her softly.

  “Mm.” She smiled. “I kinda like waking up like this.”

  “Me too,” I confessed. Her smile grew wider.

  Bailey softly trailed her fingers along my arms and over my shoulders. My body instantly reacted as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “I’m all for morning sex, darlin’, but we have the Three Stooges waiting outside. They found our trail of clothing, and I’m thinking inquiring minds wanna know the story.”

  Her eyes narrowed as I turned her down, then widened as I kept talking. “This should be interesting.” She giggled.

  “What are your plans today?”

  “I need to get back to the bakery. I feel like I deserted Amber, and now that she knows about her mom and my father, I think I can deal with Carla’s presence better. I doubt Amber will sit back and allow her to make comments.” Her smile faltered slightly.

  “Why don’t you go in and finish whatever you need to, then come by the ranch. Maybe you can help me with the horses.”

  She laughed and shook her head.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Me and horses don’t mix, Cowboy. That will only lead to disaster. Besides, you know what they say, ‘Save a horse…’” She smirked. “I think I’ll stick to the second half of that phrase and ride a cowboy instead.”

  I was growing hard thinking about her doing just that. “Riding a cowboy sounds like the perfect choice.” I pressed my erection against her stomach, and her mouth fell open in a short moan. “In fact, I think you should ride one right now.”

  “But you said—”

  “I don’t care what I said,” I told her, cutting off her protest as I ground myself against her.

  The doorbell rang, and she shifted her eyes toward the bedroom door.

  “They can wait. I can’t,” I said just before I covered her mouth with mine.

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  Bailey and I emerged from my bedroom twenty minutes later. Our morning together wasn’t nearly long enough, but my brothers’ continuous ringing of my doorbell and beating on my bedroom door sort of put a damper on the mood. But I had to hand it to them. When Bailey began moaning loudly and screaming my name, things suddenly got very quiet out there.

  I figured when I walked out my front door they would have been long gone, but the two bastards were sitting on the tailgate of Noah’s old Ford with smirks on their faces. I only shook my head before jumping inside my truck and heading to the ranch.

  Each morning since Dad died, my brothers met me at my house and we headed up to the ranch together. We then worked together to get as much done as we could before they went off to protect the county and I stuck around to train the new horses and clean up the stalls. After Dad’s death, we’d placed our riding lessons on hold. I needed a little time to recover before I reinstated them. I also knew that eventually we may have to hire someone to handle cleaning the stalls and feeding the horses, and I would have to start tending to the things that made us money soon.

  After parking next to the barn, I jumped out of my truck and tried get to inside ahead of the two assholes running after me. They were obviously dying to know the details about last night.

  “Hold up, Jack,” Noah hollered.

  I ignored him as I opened up Midnight’s stall and led him toward the roaming area.

  “From the sounds of it, I’d say you and Bailey have shifted to a whole new level,” Ryan quipped.

  When I didn’t answer, Noah broke out the bigger guns. “Who’d have guessed Bailey was a screamer?” He chuckled when I glared at him over my shoulder. “Doesn’t she know she shouldn’t call you God, though? Hell, your ego is already too damn big.”

  He and Ryan grinned as they eyed each other, right before they simultaneously began imitating Bailey.

  “Oh my God, Jackson.”

  “Yes, yes…oh my God.”

  “Ain’t my problem you two can’t make the women moan,” I shot at them before turning back toward the barn to grab Storm.

  “I’ve got no problem bringing out Amber’s loud side,” Ryan called after me.

  “I don’t get any complaints,” Noah offered.

  His comment made me chuckle despite how pissed off I was at them. “Well, brother, you ain’t getting any complaints because you ain’t getting any, period.”

  I knew I hit a nerve when he didn’t fire back. Instantly, I felt bad for saying that.

  Like Ryan, Noah also had a woman in his past. Her name was Stacy, and five years ago, they were engaged to be married before Noah found out she had been secretly planning their escape from Livingston. She had big dreams of starting a new life someplace bigger and more “exciting.” Noah didn’t share those dreams, and when she realized she had no hope of changing his mind, she chose to leave him behind.

  It wasn’t meant to be, yet I don’t think he has truly gotten over her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bailey

  Carla had left in the middle of night, leaving behind a note explaining that Jonathan was picking her up from the airport, whoever the hell that was. Of course, she didn’t thank Am for giving her a place to stay, which only showed just how selfish she truly was. Amber was used to her mother’s behavior, but it still drove me crazy. Still, I was relieved that I could now move past the emotions she had stirred up in me. I could only hope that one day my mother would do the same and go back to being the bright, vibrant woman she once was.

  I spent the day with Amber, and Olivia joined us when school let out. Amber had started sharing her baking secrets with Liv, and in a short time, that girl had become quite the little sugar slinger. But when things were wrapping up at the bakery, I was faced with a dilemma. Now that Carla was no longer staying in our apartment, I honestly had no reason to stay away, but I was hesitant about returning. Still, I didn’t want to assume Jackson would want me to keep staying at his place. Yes, things had changed between us, but I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.

  I worried about my choice all afternoon and finally decided to go upstairs instead of heading to the ranch or his house. After settling in, I took a very long, very hot shower before putting on some comfortable clothing and curling up on the couch for a movie. I had just gotten into the show when the buzzer to the apartment sounded, startling me. Knocking followed shortly after and continued until I opened the door.

  I didn’t even get a word out before Jackson rushed through, spun me around, and pinned me against the wall. His mouth was on mine instantly, hard and hungry, and his body pressed against mine made me feel so small. I could feel him everywhere, and the passionate way he devoured my lips made breathing hard.

  “You didn’t show up,” he growled before taking my mouth once more. “I waited, and you didn’t come back.” I could feel his excitement pressed against my stomach as he roamed his hands over my body, then cupped my breasts and kneaded them appreciatively. “So I came to find you.”

  “I didn’t know if the offer still stood now that Carla is gone.” I rushed out the words before he kissed me once again.

  “The offer is open-ended, sweetheart. I want you in my bed. After last night, you have no hope of escaping me. I guarantee you, darlin’, you are mine.”

  I loved the sound of that.

  He slid his hand farther down and dipped into the front of my pajamas pants. I hadn’t taken the initiative to put anything on after my shower, so he had easy access. Giving me no time to prepare, he moved his hand lower and pushed his finger inside of me, growling when he found I was already wet.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered as he began to move his hand, creating the perfect friction. I moaned as I shamelessly shifted my hips with his movements.

  Just as I was about to go off, he withdrew his hand, and I groaned in protest. He stepped back, creating space between us, and I gaped up at him. What the hell?

  “Grab your stuff,” Jackson commanded.

  I, of course, just crossed my arms over my chest to hide how turned on I was. “No,” I retorted.

  His stern look did not falter. Instead, he matched my movements, crossing his own arms over his chest. “Get your things, Bay,” he said, “or I’ll take you without them. Don’t give a shit either way, because the minute we get to my place, you won’t need any clothes.” I narrowed my eyes, but he didn’t back down. “Pissed or not, Bay, you’re coming with me. You should know by now I have no problem carrying you out of here kicking and screaming.”

  Remembering he’d done just that a few days ago when he threw me over his shoulder at Noah’s, I debated whether to carry out this stare-off, then figured there was no point in wasting my energy. I was sure by the look on his face I would need all the energy I could muster up for the long, satisfying night ahead. I tried not to smile, remembering what we had done less than twenty-four hours ago. Jackson hadn’t lied when he had told me months ago that he could go all night.

  When he smirked at me, I knew he was thinking the same thing.

  I turned and walked up the steps, then turned back to look at the man who waited by my front door, arms still crossed, still wearing a determined look on his face.

  I had met my match. Jackson Sawyer set my body and my mind on fire, and I loved every single moment of it, even if I tried to pretend I didn’t.

  ***

  Jackson was quiet as we drove to his house. I almost laughed at the way his lips were stretched into a thin, agitated line and his eyes crinkled at the edges as he stared forward in determination. But I thought I better hold back. Forget that whole “poke a sleeping bear” thing; poking the cranky cowboy may actually have worse consequences. I sure as hell wasn’t going to find out. Instead, I formed a plan of attack in hopes of lessening his irritation and bringing the fun Jackson back. The moment he rolled to a stop in his driveway, I opened the door, jumped out, and strolled across the grass, heading straight for the lake that separated his place and
Noah’s.

  Once I reached the edge, I kicked my shoes off and dipped my toe in. The coolness of the water made me shiver. Looking back over my shoulder, I second-guessed my idea as Jackson rounded the front of his truck and stalked toward me like he was about to grab me again. Taking a deep breath, I decided to go for it. I quickly lowered my pants and stepped out of them.

  “Bailey.” Jackson’s voice echoed across the distance.

  Standing tall, I yanked my shirt over my head and threw it to the ground before I hurried into the lake. With each step, the cold water took my breath away. Making fists to steel myself, I continued on until I was fully immersed in the water.

  I turned and looked back toward the house and giggled softly when I saw Jackson’s expression. He was still irritated, maybe even leaning toward pissed now. He thought he could build me up and leave me hanging, then whisk me off to his house to finish the deed. That he could overpower me by pressing my clit. Well, now it was my turn to make him wait. And over the last few days, I’d learned a number of things about Jackson, one being that he did not like to wait for what he wanted.

  I swear the longer I swanned around ignoring him, the more the scowl on his face intensified. Which, of course, only made the smile on my face grow wider. I couldn’t help it; I kind of enjoyed firing up my cowboy.

  “You done yet?” he hollered. His sweet country-boy accent had become a bit more prominent. “If you don’t get your ass out, I’ll just come in there after you.”

  I spun in circles, treading water with my outstretched arms. Letting my head fall back, I closed my eyes and continued to ignore him. The moment I heard splashing, I spun in the direction of Jackson’s house and found that he was only a few feet away. Attempting an escape was pointless.

  He gripped me around the waist and pulled me flush against his body. He still wore his clothes, yet I was completely naked.