Anna and Jackson

by Tigris Eden

  “Baby, we don’t have time to be that bad,” he said as he climbed onto the bed and settled his body over hers. He rose up on his elbows to peer down at her. She trusted him completely. No matter what, he knew, she’d let him do anything he wanted to her. The brown sugar color of her eyes was melting, turning a fiery whiskey hue as she looked up at him.

  “We can do a little something, something, Jackson,” she whispered up at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while spreading her thighs. He settled between her legs. Jackson bent his head to take her mouth once again. With deep, sweeping strokes of his tongue, he devoured her. As he kissed her, he entered her in one hard thrust. She cried out, and Jackson took the sound into his mouth as he continued their kiss. Her thighs clenched as he pumped into her. He moved slowly at first, trying to keep hold of her mouth. He needed to taste her. His hand moved down to the soft thickness of one of her thighs, pushing her leg higher so it rested on his shoulder. It opened her farther, allowing him to go deeper.

  “I love you, Anna,” he said against her mouth as he continued to penetrate her with his thrusts.

  “I need you to go harder, Jackson. God, I love you, too.”

  They didn’t have much time, and he was already feeling the beginnings of his orgasm stirring in the pit of his stomach as her pussy latched on to his dick like a vice grip. Every muscle in his body was drawn tightly in anticipation of his release. But not before she went off; he couldn’t give her multiple orgasms at the moment—there wasn’t enough time, and these things couldn’t be rushed.

  Jackson moved faster, harder, just as Anna had requested. She continued to keep him in a death grip as he worked his way inside. The headboard became louder than the sounds they were making as it banged into the wall repeatedly. If anyone were outside their door, they’d know exactly what was happening. The sound of skin against skin as they connected was doing things to him that wasn’t good for his stamina. Jackson dug his hands beneath her ass and tilted her hips to seat himself deeper. She was on fire, and had no intention of being put out anytime soon.

  “Arch your back, baby.” She did. “Yeah, just like that. Need access to those nipples.”

  Anna arched up farther, and Jackson bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. He tugged and sucked until he felt her legs start to quake with every pump of his hips. She was almost there, and he prayed she got there before he did. But it seemed nothing was working.

  She wants bad. Give her bad, Jackson, you know what will work.

  He’d last, one, maybe three strokes if he was lucky, but they didn’t have much time. Their flight was scheduled to leave in less than three hours, and they still had some last-minute packing to do. Jackson pulled out of Anna, took both her legs in his hands and twisted her until she was on her stomach. He grabbed two pillows and shoved them under her belly. Her ass was right there for the taking, but it was something he couldn’t take now. But he did have something in mind.

  “Scoot back, baby, but stay on the pillows. Don’t move, and spread your thighs as far as they can go.”

  She didn’t respond, but she did comply. Jackson wasted no time, he plunged back in, and they both let out a sharp cry of pleasure. He picked up speed and held her steady with a hand on her lower back.

  “All right, Anna, we don’t have the time, and I’m right there, I need you to come with me darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

  She nodded into the mattress, and as he pounded into Anna from behind, he licked his pointer finger and worked it into her ass. She didn’t tense up, she let loose a cry that he knew everyone in the house would be able to hear. At the same time, she locked down on his cock. He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him as she came.

  Jackson was not far behind. Beads of sweat ran down his spine as he expended all of his energy into his thrusts. The tingle started off low, but then it began to buzz, and the hum spread outward as the walls of her vagina stroked his cock. There was a point where Jackson thought his head was going to explode from all the pressure in the tip of his cock. He couldn’t hold off any longer if he tried. It was just too much.

  Jackson came with a roar of satisfaction, and as the last of his seed emptied into Anna, he fell face first on his side of the mattress with an arm around Anna’s waist.

  “There was nothing remotely bad about what you did, Jackson Storme,” Anna said as she placed her head on his chest.

  “If it helps, darlin’, I wanted to be bad. Very bad.”

  The two of them lay there for a while before Anna hopped up, threw on her dress, and said, “Come, we need to shower and pack up the last of our things for our trip. India says she has all the details handled. We just have to show up.”

  He could see the tattoo on her back, the large bird, a peacock, just hanging out on her skin with nothing better to do. It was beautiful and majestic. The color contrast against her skin was vivid with its teals and blues. Quincy did good work.

  “All right, we’ll show up, but first, I want to shower with you, and fuck you against the wall. You down?”

  The dress came off again in record time, and with that, there was equal amounts of laughter, breathless kisses, and sounds of lovemaking mixed in with a hefty dose of fucking. They almost missed their plane. Lucky for them, Treat had booked the family jet.

  Until Her: Chapter 24

  I’ve been to a lot of places around the world, but this little hideaway India found is perfect. In every sense. Jackson bought out the entire resort. I know he has the money; I just didn’t realize how much money. A stay at this resort would cost someone a little over twelve hundred a night, and that’s not even their most expensive room. Jackson booked the entire hotel, and we’re not going to fill it to capacity. Our wedding is small and intimate and will only include his family, mine, and the Gaines brothers and their dates—if they bring any.

  We are greeted with sparkling adult beverages and cool towels the moment we step off the plane. They even have a cute little drink prepared for Ava inside a coconut with an umbrella.

  “Mommy, my drink looks just like yours,” she says with a smile on her face.

  “It totally does, Ladybug.”

  Every time I hear the word “Mommy,” I melt. Jackson is walking behind me, talking to Treat as Joey and I look around at the beautiful scenery.

  “Right this way. We will take you to your rooms so that you can decompress. India has prepared an itinerary for the wedding party,” a beautiful woman in a bright floral dress says as we follow her. Our room is a beautiful British Colonial with lush cream décor and warm woods. The view is an epic expanse of endless teal, and I can’t wait to get into the water. I sit my stuff down on the bench by the door and just twirl.

  “I need my camera,” I say to no one in particular.

  “Then unpack your camera, baby,” Jackson says, coming to rest his head on my shoulder from behind. This moment couldn’t get any more perfect. Things are right where they should be, and I can’t wait to explore.

  “The spa is open from eight a.m. to eight p.m.. Once you’ve changed into comfortable clothing, you can use the butler phone for service. Someone will come and take you and little miss to the spa.”

  “Thank you, and your name?” I ask, because I can’t remember if she’d given it to us or not.

  “Sorry, I’m Eleasha, ma’am.”

  She’s beautiful, and I immediately think of how well she’d look in front of my camera. You’re on vacation. I am, but I can’t miss an opportunity like this. She’s wearing a bright floral dress with a head wrap to keep her dreads tucked in nicely, and her skin is beyond flawless.

  “Eleasha, I’m Anna. I’d love to take some photos of you over by the water if you’re okay with that. I’m working on putting together more items for my portfolio, and with your permission, I’d love to add you.”

  Her face is bright with her smile, and I can tell it’s genuine.

  “I would love to, Miss Anna, but I have things I need to tend to here at the resort, and t
hen I must get back to my husband and our little ones.”

  “Oh, you can bring them, too.”

  She looks over at Jackson, and I don’t know why, but he pulls me into his arms before speaking.

  “Eleasha, you can let Bertrand know I said it’s okay. It would be good for Ava to be around some children her own age, too.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Storme, I’ll go and do that straight away. The kids have never been to the resort before.”

  “It’s no problem,” he says, and Eleasha is gone, closing our door with a silent click.

  I turn in Jackson’s arms and look up at him.

  “You the president or something?”

  “Or something,” he says, kissing me softly on the lips.

  I’m waiting for an answer, and I know he can see it on my face. My brows are arched, and I’m looking at him in such a way, he doesn’t need to hear me ask him anything further; I just need the answer.

  “Seriously, Anna, it’s not a big deal. Bertrand is a family friend. I came here a lot when I wanted to get away from all the crazy. I personally helped him pick out a good security system for the resort and his home.”

  “So you were coming here?”

  “Yes, when I went on vacation.”

  I want to ask if he came here alone, but I’m not playing into that trap. He wouldn’t do that, marry me in a place he brought other women, and it was India who found this place. Or was it?

  “I thought India found this place.”

  “No, she just handled all the details that a wedding coordinator would do. I suggested the island. Anna, relax. This is my special place. I didn’t bring anyone here with me, nor did I hook up with anyone while I was here.”

  That makes me feel a little better. I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him, because I do. Whole-heartedly. He’s not going anywhere. I know this down to my soul. I know men leave all the time, and I’d be naïve if I didn’t acknowledge the possibility. I also know what I know, and Jackson is it for me, just like I’m it for him.

  “I trust you, you know that, right?”

  Jackson pulls me in tighter, and I’m reminded we have little Ava in the room. She’s looking outside the window at all the water and is transfixed.

  “You want to get changed and go to the spa, Ladybug?”

  She turns around so fast her coconut drink sloshes around and some of it spills onto the floor.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, I’ll clean it up while you and Mommy get ready for the spa,” Jackson says. It’s the first time I hear him refer to me in that manner, and again, my heart squeezes. We haven’t heard from Vivian. Ava did visit with her when we returned to Beauville, but it was only for a couple of hours. She didn’t seem the least bit interested in her daughter. Jackson said she was more concerned with him than anything else.

  “Thanks, baby,” I whisper against Jackson’s lips and step out of his arms. I have no clue what I’m going to wear. I packed a little bit of everything. But the point is, I’m on an island in Jamaica and the weather is perfect. I opt for a leopard-print, long maxi with an open back caftan style, but with a little Grecian flare. It’s beautiful, and perfect, and shows off my tattoo. The back dips low enough that I opt for cute, lacey underwear. I know we have family on the island, but I plan on getting a lot of attention from Jackson tonight.

  The dress is an instant winner. I’m standing in the restroom pulling my hair up into a ponytail when I feel warm, massive hands digging into the back opening of my dress, where his hands grab my ass.

  “This dress is making me want to send Ava to the spa alone, and you to the bedroom.”

  “Nope, not right now.”

  He kisses my shoulder and nibbles on the back of my neck.

  “Why the hell not? We’re getting married, and pretty soon, Annabelle Macon, you’ll be mine, as in Annabelle Storme.”

  “I’ll be Annabelle Lorraine Storme.”

  “Lorraine?” He laughs. I know he knows what my middle name is; he used to tease me about it when we were kids.

  “Don’t start, Jackson.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna start something, and since you won’t let me have you the way I want, I’ll just have to settle for the luscious.”

  “The luscious?” I squeak.

  His hands are squeezing gently before I feel his fingers in my underwear.

  “Luscious lips, luscious ass, luscious pussy. The luscious.”

  I grab hold of the counter as he proceeds to finger fuck me.

  “Daddy?”

  Ava is knocking on the bathroom door, and as much as I want to experience all that is Jackson, I’m glad she interrupted our almost rendezvous.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is Mommy ready to go now?”

  “Yes, I’m ready, Ladybug,” I call out.

  “You’re not safe, Annabelle,” Jackson says against my neck. “Go on. Go do your spa thing with Ava, but after, I expect you here, in bed, with that dress pulled up to your waist and your legs spread wide, waiting for me.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is, and don’t make me come looking for you either, darlin’, you won’t like it.”

  I bat my lashes at him in the mirror, and his golden eyes darken to molten amber. He’s serious, and I’m now thoroughly horny.

  “Bye, baby,” I say, sliding my ass against him as I pass.

  Ava is waiting for me on the other side of the door, wearing a huge smile. I walk over to the butler phone, and it rings straight to the front desk.

  “Yes, ma’am,” a male voice says over the line in a thick Jamaican accent.

  “We’re ready for the spa.”

  “We’ll get someone there for you straight away.”

  “Excellent,” I say before hanging up.

  “Someone’s coming to get us,” I tell Ava.

  “Yay, I never been to a spa before. What do I do?”

  “You sit there and let them paint your toes and your nails.”

  “Not red,” Jackson says over by the bathroom entryway.

  “What do you mean not red?”

  “Red is too grown up for her. Get her something soft, like a pink, or a rose.”

  Jackson Storme, giving me advice on how to paint little Ava’s nails. Next thing you know, he’ll be saying that I need to put a slip on under her dress.

  “Seriously, Jackson, we are not going to play that game. Red fingers are not going to turn our daughter into a hussy.”

  “You don’t know that, and I remember my mother and your mother both telling you and Joey as kids that red was an adult color.”

  “Didn’t realize you paid so much attention to the things our mothers said to Joey and me.”

  He walks over and picks up Ava.

  “We don’t like the color red, do we Ava?” he croons.

  “I like red, Daddy.”

  “Not today, and not for your nails and feet.”

  “Jackson can we talk?” I ask. I can already see this is going to be an issue for him, and I’m okay with that, but these types of conversations should be had in private and not in front of Ava.

  “No, we will not talk about it, it’s final. There is no red going on my little girl’s fingers or toes. Your mother would have a heart attack and never let me hear the end of it.”

  “You’re afraid of my mother?”

  “Hell yeah, I am. I’m not stupid.”

  “Fine, but all you managed to do was make Ava want red now more than anything.”

  “I do want red, Daddy. Please oh please can I have red.”

  And there it is. Daddy’s little manipulator, batting her lashes, and pouting her lips into a cute little bow. I’m watching in earnest because I know he’s going to cave. I just know it.

  “Daddy said no, Ladybug. Besides, the red isn’t going to match your beautiful dress. You don’t want that, do you?”

  Her face bears a look of confusion at this point, and I can tell she’s really trying to put it all together and come up wi
th the best answer possible.

  “Okay, Daddy, but after the wedding, I want red.”

  “And after the wedding, we’ll discuss it,” he says before kissing Ava’s nose.

  She’s placated for now, but Ava’s like her mother, and her father. Relentless. When she wants something, she goes after it full steam ahead. There’s a knock at the door, and Ava wiggles frantically, trying to get out of her father’s arms.

  “Let me down, Daddy. Gotta go get spa stuff done.”

  “What if I say no.”

  “You can’t, that would make you a bad daddy.”

  I laugh as I answer the door and wait for Jackson to let Ava down. He blows raspberry kisses on her neck, making her squeal before finally releasing her.

  “You beautiful ladies have fun,” Jackson tosses out as the door closes.

  The spa is just as beautiful as everything else. It sits perfectly over the water, with a bridge connecting it to the land, and everything smells wonderful. I turn to Ava as we meet the others by the bridge and whisper, “We’ll talk about the red at the spa and see if we can go for a strawberry red or ladybug red.”

  “Okay, Mommy,” she whispers back as she takes hold of my hand and we head towards the spa.

  Two days ‘til the wedding.

  “Can someone tell me how the fuck we got stuck with the boring itinerary, and why the hell there is no one on this island but family members of the bride and groom?” Dorian asked. He didn’t bring a date. That was his loss.

  “Rudy is not family,” Jackson pointed out, and the other man looked over at Jackson and grunted.

  “Thank God for that,” Rudy said before taking a sip of his drink.

  “No one cares about Rudy. What I care about is that I’m stuck here for at least three more days and I can’t get any ass. I work hard, play hard, and fuck even harder,” Dorian stressed. He’s serious.

  Everyone at the tables laughed. The women have all been doing their own thing since they got to the island. India made sure they stuck to the schedule, which meant when Anna did finally get in from her daily activities, she was dead tired. A dead tired fiancée was no fun.