by Maddie Wade
I follow Jackson into the house and look around the inside. I can see the living room, and a little glimpse of the kitchen.
“Would someone like a tour?” I look at Jackson who is watching me with a smile.
“Yes, from what I can see your house is beautiful.” I start looking around again. “You have a gym in here?” I look behind him, and I see some weights.
“I do.” He opens the door. “This was my friend when I first met you, I needed to burn off some sexual energy.” He pulls me in closer, and my hands land on his shoulder. “But tonight is a different story,” he says. Giving me a peck on the lips, he lets me go.
Walking around the gym, I stop at the running machine. “Jackson, you know this space here is not for water, it’s a place to put your Pringles,” I tell him, waving my hand over the space.
Jackson starts laughing, and I look at him. “I swear you are like the cutest person I have ever met.” H. walks closer to me, “Have you ever been to the gym?” Jackson asks leaning on the wall.
“No, I like to do other things to burn off the calories,” I tell him, which makes him smile. “So what is this thing?” I ask pointing to the metal bar between the doors.
I watch Jackson jump and grab the bar and he starts pulling himself up. Letting go, he turns to face me. “That is to do that,” he tells me, and I just look at him thinking that I’m one lucky girl that gets to watch him to that without a shirt on. “Next room?” he asks.
Following him to the kitchen I look around, this kitchen is my dream kitchen, maybe add some colour to it, but this is what I want. The cooker is so big, so much worktop space to bake, make chocolate, melt chocolate. “Would it be a bad thing if I said that I’m turned on by your kitchen right now?” I say as I look around taking it all in.
“Does that mean I get to have fun with you in here?” I hear Jackson from behind me, but I just can’t take my eyes off the kitchen. “Come on, before I really do think of something to do to you in here.” He pulls me away from the kitchen and into the living room. It feels very Jackson, simple brown sofas with some cream throughout the room, a glass table in the middle. Then it hits me. I look back at the kitchen then back to the living room. “What’s wrong?” he asks me.
“Nothing, it’s just your house, but then again looking at you, I have a feeling that I’m not normally the girl you go for.” I look over at him as it hits me that we are both very different.
“True. No you’re not, but I’ll tell you this much. There is not one part of my body that regrets chasing you. You are the best thing to happen to me in a very long time, and I have to say I really do like you, a lot,” Jackson says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I like him a lot too and I’m so happy that he did chase me and didn’t give up. “I think the bedroom is the next stop for the tour,” Jackson says as he kisses my neck.
“I like your thinking,” I reply and start laughing as stubble tickles me.
I take steps back as Jackson takes a step forward. “Upstairs,” Jackson mumbles as he continues to kiss me, turning me around as I get to the stairs, Jackson keeps his arms around my waist leading the way to his room.
I get a quick look around the room, but not a good look as Jackson pulls me in and starts kissing me again. My hands move to the buttons on his shirt, getting to the last button, he pulls away and takes his shirt off.
Jackson turns me around slowly and unzips my dress. “This is one of my favourite tattoos,” Jackson says, planting kisses on my back, then gets to my ear. “No, Tinkerbell is my favourite.” I turn around to face him and Jackson starts kissing me again.
The back of my legs hit the bed and I fall down. I look at Jackson just looking at me. There is something different about Jackson, the way he looks at me like I’m the only person in the room, the way he kisses me like I’m made for him.
Placing his knee between my legs, he leans down, and starts kissing me again. My hands move into his hair as his hand moves down my waist as we kiss. Rubbing my hands over his hard cock, and I smile against Jackson’s lips, he leans up and stares into my eyes, and with just that look I want him so much more.
He kisses down my neck, moving slowly down my body, every place his lips touch makes my body feel so good. I want him to touch me every day like this, I can feel his tongue on my clit and I jolt a little and moan as his tongue moves back and forth, then slowly teasing me as he puts one finger inside me.
“Oh, yes,” I moan louder.
Leaning my hips into him, Jackson twists his finger around for a while, making me moan louder, and then he stops.
“Jackson,” I say in disappointment as I was so close to coming, he moves up my body so that he is level with me, but he is teasing me, not touching any part of my body, and I want to hit him, for teasing me. I can feel the heat coming from his body, I smell the sex coming off him.
Without any warning Jackson pushes himself inside me. And we both let out a gasp of relief. I’m on a high and full of excitement with him being here. He pounds into me with so much force and speed, and I love it. Tilting my pelvis to take all of him inside me, it doesn’t take long for the sensation to take over with my muscles contracting around his cock.
“Not yet, Tinkerbell,” Jackson moans into my ear, and I don’t think I’ll last much longer.
With a big breath, Jackson pulls out of me and flips in me on my stomach, and I can’t help but smile that he is so exciting in bed.
Jackson pushes inside me, and I moan as I feel him hitting all the right spots, this has always been my favourite position. I feel ready to explode, and I want to let it go off with a bang, with every gulp of air I take in I let out an intense moan of pleasure.
The louder I get, the harder Jackson pounds into me. “Jackson, I’m there,” I scream as I want to cum so hard.
“What you waiting for, Tinkerbell? I’m with you.” Jackson thrust harder and I can feel him close too. I moan his name as my body starts shaking with a very intense orgasm, and Jackson moans my name as he cums.
I fall on the bed, and Jackson rolls onto his back, and we both lie there panting. Jackson wraps his arm around me, planting a kiss on my forehead, as I cuddle up closer to him, as my body starts to fall asleep on me.
*~*~*
Stretching my body out in bed I look over to the other side and it’s empty, but then the smell of food hits me. Getting out of bed, I grab one of Jackson’s shirts that’s on the chair. Now I get a better look at his room and again like the rest of the house it’s white, grey, and cream, but it suits him.
Walking down the stairs I can see Jackson in the kitchen, he has his back to me, and doesn’t see me coming.
“Food smells good,” I say getting closer to the counter, and Jackson turns around. He goes to say something but stops with his mouth hanging open. He's looking at the shirt. “Sorry, I can put my dress back on,” I say, as his eyes moving over me.
“No, you look good in it,” he says moving closer. He gives me a kiss, then turns back around mumbling something to himself and I smile.
“How was work today?” I ask as he places a glass of red wine in front of me.
“Busy. I got asked to go to a charity event and was hoping you would come with me.” Jackson stirs something in a pot. “It’s not for a few months yet though,” he adds. My smile gets bigger, he’s thinking about us together in a few months.
“I would love too, just let me know the dress code,” I say, taking a sip of my wine. I don’t go to events, so I never really know what the dress code is, I mean do rainbow-haired girls with a lot of tattoos cover them when they go?
“How was your day?” Jackson asks, taking the chicken out of the oven, and it smells amazing. My mouth waters.
“Good, that reminds me, I brought the truffles you asked for, and I’m getting another tattoo tomorrow. You want to see what I’m getting?” I ask him, as I walk over to my bag to get my phone and the truffles.
“Thanks for the truffles, my receptionist loves your store, and I mean loves i
t.” Taking the bag from me he continues. “And I would love to see it, how many more are you thinking of getting?” he asks, taking two plates out the cupboard.
“I don’t know. Sometimes if I like something I’ll get it, this one I’ve been thinking about for a while,” I say handing him the phone. “I saw this tattoo of birds flying from the shoulder to the neck and fell in love with it.”
“That’s really nice, but anything would look nice on you.” He looks up and gives me that cheeky look, which says I’m going to get lucky again. “Hope you’re hungry,” Jackson adds as he starts plating the chicken and pasta.
“I am.” I pick up the plate and follow him to the table, sitting down next to him. “Thank you for making dinner for me.” I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“I can’t wait to make dinner for you again.” I take a mouthful all pasta, God this is good.
“I was wondering something today.” I turn to face Jackson as he speaks. “I know that we have only been together I short time, but I thought maybe you would like to come to Disneyland Paris with me, for a weekend.”
Jackson looks over at me, and I look at him in shock. I don’t think I have ever been on holiday with a boyfriend before. “I would love to go to with you, when were you thinking?” I ask. I think it would be nice, and everything feels right with him.
“I have a few busy weeks coming up, after that I’m free. How about you?” Jackson asks.
“I’m not sure. I’ll have to look at the dairy to see if I have anything booked, but I can let you know tomorrow when I’m in the shop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t look at what we can do,” I say with excitement. This is going to be amazing, and I cannot wait.
We spent the rest of the night looking at tickets, hotels, and package deals. By the end I think Jackson realises how much I love Disney and how happy just the thought of going there is making me.
Chapter 17
Jackson
Walking into the office the following day I'm surprised and happy to see Alex already there. He has his head bent over the computer I set up for him. I need to sort out an office space for him but for now I want him where I can keep an eye on him. He is keen, but this business can be tricky, and I don't want him to get in over his head and mess up all the hard work I’ve put in over the last eight years.
Sad as it may seem to some, but this is my baby, or at least it was until I met Tinkerbell. Now she is the one consuming my every thought. I grin as I walk to the coffee station and grab a cup. Lindy is walking out of the filing room and I smile at her. She scowls back, and I can't help it I laugh.
“What no coffee this morning?” she gives me the finger and harrumphs. I walk over and throw my arm around her tiny, bony shoulders. “Come on Lindy you know you love me. And I have a surprise for you!” I say and go to my rucksack and pull out the box of truffles with the Sweet Heaven logo on it.
Her head turns up to me and her eyes light up. “Is that what I think it is?” she asks with barely concealed glee.
“If you mean is it a large box of Irish Cream Truffles from Sweet Heaven? Then yes, it is what you think it is,” I say shaking the bag in front of her. She goes to grab it and I snatch it away. I'm dicing with death and I know it. Lindy narrows her eyes at me and folds her arms.
“I need a favour!” I state.
“I fucking knew it,” she spits.
I open the box and take out a Truffle popping it in my mouth. The flavour instantly hits my mouth. The sweet creamy taste of chocolate, with the slight alcoholic flavour of Irish Cream starts to melt on my tongue. I groan in pleasure and add a little over-exaggerate the sound.
The bag is snatched from my hand then and Lindy shoves a chocolate in her mouth, her eyes crossing in ecstasy.
“Fine. What do you want?” she asks around a mouthful of chocolate truffle.
I smirk, knowing that I’d won this round and I now have a secret weapon. Is there any part of my life that Tinkerbell won't improve? The thought makes me stop and I wonder at the speed at which she is coming to mean so much to me.
I am brought out of my reverie by the phone buzzing a text alert in my pocket. I look at Lindy who is now back at her desk, sorting the mail.
Striding over I sit on the corner of her desk and cut right to it. “I need you to be a practice breakup for Alex!”
She shakes her head in the negative. “No way.”
“Please Lindy,” I beg. “I can bring you more truffles,” I wheedle.
She looks at me over the top of her glasses. “How much more?” she demands, I feel a little like a drug dealer right now.
“Whatever you need,” I say with a smirk.
“Fine, but this is not going to be a regular thing.” I shake my head. “No not at all, I just need you to help me out. You know how much this place means to me and I don't want to put him out there until he is ready and doesn’t mess it up.”
Her face softens and an almost smile crosses her weathered face. Her hand reaches out to me and she grips my hand with surprising strength. “I’ll do it, but I have to tell you, Jackson, I have some serious reservations about Alex.”
I turn to face her fully, Lindy never gets involved with how I run my business and for her to say anything now, she must really feel strongly. “Okay talk to me,” I say but I stop as Alex walks out of the office.
“Morning boss!” he greets with a smile.
I give Lindy a final look before I leave. “I’ll talk to you at lunchtime.”
She waved her hand in the air. “Go on I have work to do,” she says, and she shoos us off.
I spend the rest of the morning going over a typical scenario with Alex and telling him about the venues I use and why. To me it is second nature, but I understand to others it might not be.
By lunchtime I am famished, so I walk out to the reception area and over to Lindy’s desk.
“Want to go to Mo’s Diner and get a wrap and coffee for lunch? We can discuss your review?” I say with a wink and grin as I motion to the door with a tilt of my head. As she always does, Lindy reads me like a book.
“Sure I can, if you’re buying,” she says and grabs her bag from her drawer and flicks the phone to my mobile.
We walk out into the sun and I lock up behind me. Alex has gone out for lunch and we should be back before he finishes.
Strolling side by side we walk across the road towards Apperley Road.
“So, tell me about your reservations with Alex?” I ask.
Lindy is quiet for a beat and then she speaks. “When I was younger, I was quite a looker you know,” she starts, and I stay silent, but wonder where this is going. “My sister met a man, he was handsome and kind. He had a good job as an antique salesman. Our parents loved him, she loved him, but I never could. There was something about the way he looked at my sister when nobody else was looking, it gave me the creeps. It was his eyes they were cold. Nobody could see it, everyone thought I was weird, but I wouldn’t let myself be alone with him. I tried to tell her, but she thought I was jealous. About six months after they married, she came to a family dinner and she had a bruise on her cheek. When I asked what it was she waved it off as nothing. Anyway to cut to the chase he was beating her and after three years of awful abuse that she would only defend and deny he killed her. He served ten years in prison and then got out and moved away.”
Lindy stopped and turned to me and I could see the tears in her eyes. I sling my arm around her and hug her to me. “I’m sorry Lindy, I had no idea,”
“I didn’t tell you to make you all soppy,” she says and shrugs out of my hold.
I laugh because I know it’s what she needs. “Okay you old crone, but what does that have to do with Alex?” I ask as we carry on walking and near the shop.
“He has the exact same look and I have the exact same feeling about him. I know it’s not science or proof, but I promised I would never ignore it again.” I hold the door for her as we go into the Diner. “Just please be careful, Jackson, I know yo
u’re a pain in my ass, but I do love my job and I can’t be looking for work at my age,”
“I will be I promise and if it is any consolation, I have a friend who is in the security business run a check on him.” I see her relax slightly and know she feels better having got that off her chest.
Lindy means a lot to me and although she is abrasive and harsh, she has a heart of gold and I know she cares deeply when she lets you in. I am in, she just tries to remain aloof and act like she doesn’t care, and I reciprocate by calling her names like old crone. It’s affection in the only form she will allow. As we eat our Brie and Bacon wraps and sip our coffee’s I think about what she has said. I don’t get that vibe from Alex, but I would never discount Lindy. I vow to keep a very tight leash on him and watch him very carefully over the coming weeks. I can also ask Brian my friend in security to run a check on him and while he is at it I’ll ask him to review Tinkerbell’s security system.
“What is the smile for? It’s that girl isn't it? The one from Sweet Heaven!” I feel a grin tug at my mouth at just the mention of her.
I proceeded to tell Lindy about her on the way back to the office. She just opened herself to me and I am happy to do the same. I leave out my feelings because honestly, I’m not sure what they are yet, but I have an inkling that it could be something big.
*~*~*
I arrive at Ashley’s place and the front door to her flat opens as I do. She runs towards the car, with a big smile on her gorgeous face. She’s wearing a purple gypsy skirt and a white off the shoulder top that instantly makes me wonder if she has a bra on. I lean over as she slips into the seat, her mouth grazes mine and I inhale a deep breath, taking in her scent.
The smell instantly causes my dick to twitch in my jeans.
“Hey, Handsome,” she greets me, and I smile a satisfied grin.
“Hey, beautiful. How’s your day been?”
We chat about our days as I drive to the Sailor and Wench pub on Broad Street. I leave out the bit about the deep and meaningful Lindy and I had. I’ll talk to her about it as I would appreciate her input. But not right now, I don’t want the crap of work to intrude on our time together.
