by K. Webster
When his phone rang, he dug it out of his pocket.
“Hey, Jordie. What’s up?” he chirped.
Yelling could be heard through the phone. Jackson tensed and sat up. I lifted off of him and tried to hear what was going on that had him a bundle of nerves. He glanced at me and flew off of the couch and toward his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Whatever they were speaking about had him pissed. I could hear him yelling back at Jordan. My stomach did flip-flops because he had reverted back to Cold Jackson when he jumped from the couch. I could feel the knife in the wound Dr. Sweeney had spoken about. Blinking back some tears, I tried to read some more of my book.
Finally after a few quiet moments, I decided to check on Jackson. I opened the door and found him sitting on the bed, running his hand through his hair. It appeared he was still on the phone but was just listening to Jordan. I started backing away to give him privacy. His cold eyes met mine and he glared at me.
“What the fuck, Andi? I came in here to speak privately to Jordan. You’re being a fucking snoop!” He stormed toward me and I backed away from him, hating the look in his eyes. The door slammed in my face and my heart.
Tears began falling down my face as I shakily grabbed my book and purse. I slipped out the front door and ran to the elevator. Once downstairs, I bolted down the street and hailed a cab. On the cab ride back to my apartment, I cried hysterically in the back seat. The cab driver, being from New York and having seen it all, didn’t even flinch or look my way in concern.
Why was Jackson shutting me out again? I had thought we were past all of this. I knew his secrets now, so why in the hell was he doing this to me again?
Once I was back in my apartment, I sighed, relieved that Pepper and Olive weren’t there. I wanted some time alone. Slipping into my bedroom, I set my stuff down and closed the door. I walked over to my bed and sat down.
Seeing my camera, I reached over and began scanning though the pictures. The first one was of me. My mouth was parted and my nipple peeked above the top of the sheet. I actually did look beautiful and happy there. A tear raced down my cheek. The next few were of me laughing. When I got to the next one, my stomach ached.
Jackson was looking at me, grinning. His barriers were down and he was mine in this picture. This was the Jackson I knew. Cold Jackson was an ass, but I missed him too. The next couple of pictures were of him sleeping, and he was amazingly beautiful. Why did he insist on pushing me away?
Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. I was crying loudly when my bedroom door burst open, revealing my beautiful, angry Jackson. He stormed over to me and pulled me from the bed into his arms.
“I’m so sorry, Andi. All I do is fuck up with you! Jordan snapped me out of the zone I was in by hanging up on me after I yelled at you. It all came crashing over me. I was such a jackass to you. This is why I don’t deserve you. I mess up too much. When you were gone, my heart fucking shattered to bits. I can’t live without you, Andi,” he revealed, squeezing me to him.
I didn’t answer him. I just continued to cry into his chest.
“I didn’t mean to shut you out. I’m still learning here. The company is going through some serious shit right now. We might get sued by several different companies. If we don’t settle particularly with this asshole, Lou Jennings, our company is in major jeopardy. He wants a ridiculous amount of money. If we give pay him what he feels he’s owed, it will put us in a huge financial problem. It’s a complicated mess and we’re stressed to the max about it. I’m so, so sorry that I pushed you away instead of allowing you to be there with me for it.”
His confession warmed my soul even though I felt bad about what he was going through. He did love me but still had a hard time opening up. We could work through this.
“I love you, Jackson. More than anything, I need you to be open with me. Don’t shut me out. I want to be here for you through the good and the bad.”
“God, Andi. I love you so much. Promise me you won’t leave me again. Next time, just punch me in the gut because I’ll deserve it.”
“How about I make up for lost time?” I teased and punched him hard in the stomach. Must not have been too hard because his laughter boomed through the room. It was music to my ears.
I stood on my toes and kissed him, forgiving him once again. I’d always forgive this man. And as we fell to the bed in each other’s arms, kissing wildly, we spent the rest of the afternoon making perfectly imperfect love.
Jackson—A few weeks later
“Andi, I have to show you something,” I called to her from my office. She slipped into my office, closing the door behind her and locking it. Her sexy, long legs were shooting out from underneath her short suit skirt. My gaze skittered up her legs. Her perky breasts were peeking their tops out of her camisole under her jacket. My eyes landed there and I had trouble bringing them up to hers.
When they finally made it to her face, I see that she was grinning at me and my heart swelled. This funny, smart, gorgeous woman belonged to me. I smiled back at her and motioned her over.
“What is it, Mr. Compton? Make any new Harry Potter memes I need to see?” She was so fucking hot when she sassed me.
“Get over here, smartass,” I growled at her.
She laughed and stood beside me, peering at my computer screen. Her laughter died when she read the email.
“Jackson! This is fantastic news!” she squealed, hopping into my lap. I’d just received the email from my attorney. My divorce was final.
She kissed me hard on my lips and suddenly I wanted to celebrate with my woman. I stood her up in front of me. Her heat-filled eyes met mine and she licked her lips. I fucking wanted to pounce on her every time she did that. My dick bulged against my pants.
Quickly, I spun her around and pushed her down across my desk. Her hands shoved some papers into the floor and I grinned as it reminded me of our first heated session together over Ian’s desk. Long blond hair delicately fell around her. She was even more beautiful than the first time I fucked her like this.
Grabbing the bottom of her skirt, I hiked it up over her hips, revealing her pale, perfect ass. My dick throbbed once I realized she wasn’t wearing panties today. She killed me when she did this. I spent half my day worrying if anyone would accidentally catch a peek and the other half of the day wanting to shove my dick in her. It made for difficult working conditions.
I slid one of my fingers into her body, and she moaned. She was always so wet and ready for me. I couldn’t ever get enough of her. Knowing what she liked, I slapped her bottom with my free hand. She groaned in desire, pushing her ass closer to me. Luckily everyone, including Bray and Jordan, had gone home already.
Her white cheek was now turning a deep shade of pink and I was about to come in my pants because it turned me on so much. I slapped the spot again, this time harder like she likes it. She wailed in pleasure, “Yes! Jackson!”
Her ass was bright red at this point. Just when she was about to unravel from her orgasm, I pulled my finger out of her. She shuddered at the loss.
Jerking off my pants as fast as I could get them off, I admired her sexy body as it waited for me. This woman was it for me. My life was perfect with her in it.
Lining my cock up against her opening, I teased her as I barely dipped it in. “Jackson, please,” she begged. Not being able to resist her, I slammed into her. I groaned and she cried out. Pumping in and out of her, I could feel myself about to lose control. Reaching around her, I rubbed her clit and helped her orgasm get here quickly since mine was about to erupt.
Her breaths were coming fast and ragged. She finally screamed my name as I felt her pussy clench deliciously around my dick, sending my own release burning through me.
We were fucking amazing together. What had started out as a weekend of fun turned into more than I could have ever imagined. I’d say she definitely won the game because I would be lost without her.
The End.
Bonus Scenes
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Jackson
Andi has the hottest fucking ass on the planet. I don’t think even an hour goes by where I don’t think about touching, grabbing, or swatting that sweet little ass. It’s just fucking delectable. She squats down to tie her tennis shoe and sets her camera on the grass beside her. From that position, I can really admire the juicy curves of her bottom. The woman looks hotter than sin in a dress, but she is damn near perfect in a pair of tight jeans like the ones she’s wearing now.
She stands again and points her camera at the Eiffel Tower. We’ve been in Paris for four days now, and she’s come back to this same spot at least twice each day. I swear she’s taken over a thousand pictures of that damn metal structure. Each night, once we get back to our suite that overlooks the Seine River, she proudly shows me her favorites from the day. Seeing her so carefree and happy makes me ecstatic.
The wind picks up a bit and whips her long blond hair out behind her. She looks like an angel in that moment, and my heart tightens with pride that she belongs to me. Andi chose me, flaws and all. I still can’t believe it.
Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of my girl and make it my screensaver. I’ve just saved it to my home screen when Jordan sends me a text.
Jordie: What kind of gift says, “You’re the most amazing woman in the world?”
I roll my eyes at my pussy-whipped brother before typing out my response.
Me: Um, you could put your balls in a pretty little handbag.
I’m laughing my ass off when he responds.
Jordie: Fuck you, Jackie. I don’t even know why I ask you this shit.
I’m still grinning when I look back over at Andi. My body immediately tenses up when I see a man standing beside her. I force myself to stay seated on the bench while I watch him like a hawk. She hates when I get territorial, but it’s hard not to when I can tell another man wants what’s mine.
From my spot on the bench, I can tell that she’s laughing at something he’s said and I can feel my blood pressure rising. Calm your ass down, Jackson. While I sit at the edge of the bench, my body is tight and poised to snap at a moment’s notice. I try to focus on her gorgeous little ass so that I don’t rip off a man’s head just for talking to her. When he takes a step towards her, I clench my teeth together and my hands automatically form fists. She’d be proud at how much self-control I’m exercising right now because I’m still sitting on this damn bench when I’d rather be dragging her away from his perverted eyes.
When his hand reaches up and touches her cheek, all control is gone. I’m off the bench and tearing toward them in a full-on sprint. It doesn’t take long for me to reach them, and all common sense goes out the window as I tackle the fucker.
“Jackson! What the fuck are you doing?” she screeches. I’ve already gotten a good swing in on him and my knuckles instantly sting when they connect with his jaw. Instead of hitting him again like I want to, I let her pull me off of him.
“Don’t fucking touch my woman,” I threaten with a low growl as the man scrambles to get back on his feet.
“Crazy fucking American!” he fires at me in his thick French accent. His face is bright red and he looks furious as hell. Good for him. He lets out a string of words in his native tongue, and it reminds me that I’ve left my translator book on the bench. Thankfully the asshole storms off away from us. I instantly feel the tension leave my body.
“Why would you do that, Jackson?” she asks angrily and crosses her arms across her chest. I love it when she’s pissed—it’s sexy as hell.
“That fucker was looking at you like you were on the menu!” I snap back at her. She rolls her eyes and stomps off toward the bench, where our things are still sitting. The girl has long legs and is making quick strides away from me. Jogging after her, I hook an arm around her waist when I get close enough.
“Stop it!” she shrieks as she wriggles to get away from me. I understand that she’s still mad, but I’m not letting her run off in a foreign country with strange men falling all over themselves just to talk to the blond-haired beauty.
Pulling her back against my chest and hugging her tight, I feel her relax against me. That’s the great thing about Andi and me. No matter how big of a fight we may be in, when we touch, we become sexually explosive.
“I love you and I’m sorry I acted like a caveman,” I whisper into her hair. Apologies are a new thing for me. Dr. Sweeney has really helped me get over many of my past issues to help me move forward with Andi. In order for us to have a good, healthy relationship, he says that I need to be open with her. He also says that I need to try not to be an asshole. His words, not mine.
“I love you too. And honestly, you’re a hot caveman,” she laughs and turns in my arms to face me. With one hand, she has a death grip on her beloved camera, but her free hand has slid up my chest. Everywhere that woman touches me she leaves a trail of burning pleasure. I’ll never tire of the effect she has on me.
Andi is so beautiful. Her blond hair gives her an angelic look—like a constant aura surrounds her. Big, expressive eyes study me as I devour her features with my own eyes. When her pouty lips curl up into a smile, I can’t help but dip my head down to hers and peck them softly.
“That thing,” I tell her, pointing behind me to the Eiffel Tower. “That thing is a wonder of the world. Amazing—spectacular! People come from all over the world to see it and marvel at its size and beauty. They stand in the grass and take photo after photo or take the elevator to gaze at the view from above. But then you come along—long, sexy legs, blond hair blowing in the wind—and people stop to look at you. I’ve watched them for four days now. Four days, Andi, and people drag their attention from the monumental statue to watch you walk by. You captivate people. It isn’t just your outer beauty—it’s what’s inside. Your kindness is as visible as any of your physical features. You hypnotize people with that alluring glow of yours. So, yes, I get a little jealous of anyone who wants my girl. I’m territorial over you—but I have to be because there’s a long line of people just waiting to swoop in and take you away from me.”
Andi blinks away her tears before hugging me tight around my middle.
“Jackson Compton, Paris is making you a romantic,” she chuckles against my chest.
Gathering her hair into a ponytail with my hands, I gently pull down so her face lifts up to mine. This time, when I bring my lips to hers, it isn’t a sweet kiss. This kiss is suggestive, hungry, needful. Her mouth parts and she invites my tongue in with a moan. A whimper escapes her when I nip at her bottom lip with my teeth. My dick is rock hard from kissing her like this here, but there’s not a fucking thing we can do about it.
Groaning, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “Ready for me to romance you some more at the hotel?” I ask suggestively with a wink. Giggling, she pushes away from me and heads few more feet over to the bench.
Carefully, she stuffs the camera into the backpack and puts it on her back. Taking hold of my hand, she guides me back towards the hotel, giving my hand loving squeezes every few steps. She owns my heart, and I glare down every passerby, letting them know that she belongs to me as well.
Jackson
“What do you want to do on our last day tomorrow?” I ask as I stick the key into the slot and enter our suite. Andi walks past me, sets her bag down on the floor, and heads straight for the balcony. We’ve got one of the best views of the city, and she’s spent more time on the balcony than she has inside the room.
“I want to shop some more. I still haven’t found anything yet for your mom or Pepper. Jordan will love the books we found in that vintage shop, and Olive is going to freak out when I give her those earrings,” she calls over her shoulder as she leans her belly over the railing and looks down at the courtyard below. When she bends over like that, all I can think about is ramming her from behind. She has the sweetest little ass.
“Andi, I’m going to fuck you on this balcony,” I growl as I press my now hard cock against her back.
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Instead of answering, she bends over the balcony a bit more and wriggles her butt against me. I don’t have to wait for any more of an invitation, and my fingers set to work undoing her jeans and pulling them down just below the curve of her ass. She shivers either from the chilly January air or from pure desire—but if I know my girl, it’s the latter.
Sliding my hand down between the crack of her ass, I locate her sweet pussy with my fingers. “God, baby, you’re so wet for me. Does getting fucked on the balcony for all to see turn my sweet girl on?”
She moans as I slip a finger inside her wet entrance. I wrap my other arm around her tiny body and caress her clit while I finger-fuck her. My girl loves it when I find her g-spot and rub her clit at the same time—in fact, she goes fucking insane. Pushing another finger inside of her, I grin when she yelps. I know I’ve found that part of her that makes her crazy.
“That’s it, baby. Come for your man. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” I instruct in the deep, authoritative voice I know she loves. Her knuckles are turning white as she grips the railing for dear life as I bring her to the brink. A few more strokes and—
“Oh God!” she shouts to the courtyard below her. Her body is shuddering with her climax, and I smile like an idiot as her wet cunt grips the hell out of my fingers. Once I’m sure she’s ridden out the last of her orgasmic aftershocks, I pull my fingers out of her and fumble with my jeans to whip my cock out. It’s fucking hard as stone and ready to be inside her.
Sliding between her slit from her clit all the way up her ass crack, I drag the wetness of her pleasure and tease her with it.
“Jackson, now,” she demands saucily. God, this woman turns me the fuck on.
I find her hot pussy and slam into her hard.
“Fuck!” she screams this time. I’m sure we’ve garnered the attention of people below, but neither of us cares. As I plow into her deliciously tight body, I squeeze her tits through her sweater. She still has a death grip on the railing as I pound into her.
