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              I wrapped my hands around her neck, pulling her to me. “Damn fucking right,” I growled just before I captured her mouth beneath mine. Her lips parted with no hesitation, but she let me take the lead. I swept her mouth with my tongue, taking in every bit of her taste and knowing she could taste her pussy on mine. If I hadn’t been hard as stone already, that thought would have put me over the edge.

              My breath came in ragged bursts once I pulled away from her. I didn’t let her go, I held on tight as I walked us back toward the bed. “You can move your hands now, Anna. I want you to touch me. Fuck, I want to touch you.” I wanted everything at one time, all of it. I wanted to sink my dick in her, and lick her pussy. I wanted shove my cock down her throat, and bend her over the bed and have her perfect ass bounce off my thighs as I fucked her.

              “Lesson over?” she asked with a teasing smile.

              “Oh, there are lots of lessons. And I’m gonna take my time with each one.” I wanted to shove her to her knees, and shove my dick past her lips. Those perfectly shaped fucking lips, but I wanted to get inside of her more. I could do it all with her. There was time. Anna was mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY
ANNA

              Jackson looked ready to devour me in one bite. His dark eyes were large and round, his fingers urgently tugging on my neck as he pulled me to him. His legs hit the bed and he threw himself back, yanking me with him. We landed with a thud, but he didn’t give me any time to situate myself with the positioning. 

              Keeping himself on his back, he pulled me up toward him, making me straddle his hips. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” He gripped my hips and stared up at me, moving my hair a bit out of the way to get a better look. His hard cock pressed against my wet slit. I needed him to move, just an inch so I could get him inside of me.

              Telling him I belonged to him wasn’t a little thing, it was my everything. I’d promised myself to him, but I knew I had been his since we were kids. No one made me feel the way he did. No one made me feel as safe and cared for as Jackson. And now, after proclaiming what we both already knew, he was teasing me with his cock.

              “Jackson, please.” I wiggled my hips, enjoying his eyes rolling back from the sensations I was causing in his cock. “I need you.”

              “Then what are you waiting for?” He folded his hands behind his head and gave me a grin that either gave me the go ahead to have my way with him, or was his way of teasing me even more.

              Deciding I didn’t care either way, I reached down, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and slowly began to sink down onto him. Each inch that made its way into my pussy stretched me, filling me with satisfaction. Once I sunk my way all the way back down to his hips, I braced myself on his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his beneath my hands. I licked my lips while staring at him. He tried his best to give me a noncommittal glance, but I knew he wanted me to move just as much as I did.

              “Just gonna lay there?” I teased, and slowly began to pull upward, almost letting his cock leave me before I sank back down with more force and speed. He grunted, and I did it again. And again. Within a few strokes I was less concerned with the cocky grin on his lips and more concerned with how good it felt to have his cock in me. My clit ground against his pelvis with each new thrust, which made me move faster. 

              His hands weren’t behind his head anymore, they were on my hips, guiding me up and down, pulling me hard down on him. My being in control had lasted all of ten seconds, but that was fine with me. His grunts matched my own as I rode him harder. My breasts swayed in front of his face, and he craned his neck to catch one in his mouth. His tongue lashed across my nipple while he sucked hard on my breast.

              “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chanted each time my ass landed back on him with a slapping sound. His nails dug into my hips, creating a hot pain that soared through my body. His tongue continued to work its magic on my nipple and my clit rubbed hard against his body. “I have to come, Jackson. Please, please let me come,” I begged him. I knew I was begging and I didn’t care, so long as it meant I’d find my release.

              “Fuck, yes, Anna. Come for me. Ride me hard, baby, ’cause I’m coming with you.”

I pushed away from his chest, sitting straight up on his cock, which earned me another mewl of pleasure from him. I moved from my knees, to my feet, and began to ride his cock harder than ever. He moved one hand to reach between us, and began to play with my clit as I moved up and down on him, making each stroke even harder thanks to the leverage my feet gave me.

              I threw back my head, gripped my knees, and slammed down hard on him just as he pinched my clit. I screamed out, loud into the room, not caring who might hear me while my orgasm hit me. Intense, blinding waves of pleasure tore me from myself. I rode him through my release, each time his cock stroked my pussy the waves extended. I could have stayed in that motion the rest of my life, it felt so heavenly. As my orgasm began to subside, he pulled me down to him, rolling us over until he was on top of me.

              “Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?” he grumbled as he pushed my thighs back toward my torso. “Hold your legs for me, Anna. Open yourself for my cock.”              

              Still in a bit of a haze from my own orgasm, I nodded and wrapped my arms around my knees, tugging them closer to my chest. With one hard thrust, he was back inside of me, nearly knocking the breath out of me. How could anything that hurt so much feel so fucking good? His cock rammed into me, harder and harder, faster and faster, until holding my breath wasn’t an option anymore, but a necessity. 

              “Fuck. Jackson. Fuck. I have to.” Before I could even ask or tell him, my orgasm ripped through my core. My eyes clenched tight as he fucked me harder through the waves, dragging them out until he finally stilled over me, releasing his own string of curses as he found his orgasm.

              “Goddamn, Anna.” His hot breath washed across my face as he collapsed on top of me, then rolled to his side. He hauled me up against him, unfazed by the fact that his come was slowly seeping out of me.  

              “You didn’t use a condom,” I whispered into the air, but not looking at him.

              “I know.” He kissed my head. “I should have. I mean, I always do, but I haven’t been tested in a few months.”

              “Aren’t you worried about me? I mean I wasn’t a virgin—” His laughter caught me off guard.

              “No shit, but you also aren’t the wham-bam-thank-you-man, type.” He kissed my neck. “Don’t get pissy because you’re a good girl. I love that you’re a good girl. I’ve always loved that about you.”

              “Good girl? After what I told you I did?” I turned in his arms to get a look at his face. He stared back at me with confusion. “The drugs.”

              “You ran drugs to make messy ends meet. I get it. That doesn’t make you a horrible person, Anna. It’s not like you could have asked your ma for money.”

              “No. I mean, she’s not doing bad now, finally met a guy worth her time, but she wasn’t exactly on her feet for most of my life.” I never blamed my mom for our circumstances growing up. Mom may have settled down with the wrong guys, but it wasn’t because she didn’t care about me. She didn’t think she was worth anything better. She didn’t think that way anymore. Not since meeting Charlie. 

              “She with someone again?” He stopped kissing me and wiped a strand of hair from my face. “We haven’t really talked about her. I mean, I knew her ex was long gone, but I didn’t know what happened after that.”

              I wrinkled my brow and pulled back from him. “How’d you know she broke it off with him?”

              He sighed, looking at me a long minute as though he was thinking through a big decision. “Do you really think I would leave you all alone while I was in juvie? I had eyes on you almost every minute of the day. School was easy, but it took some doing to get the guys to drive past the house at night. It got a little trickier between school ending and me getting out. Once I was free and clear, it got easier to pop by and make sure your ass was safe. When your ma finally got rid of that asshole and you got into college, I backed off. You moved out, then I lost track of you, and by then I decided to leave you on your own.” His eyes darkened while his fingers trailed down my arm. “Worse decision I ever made. If I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have met up with Hunter, and you sure as hell wouldn’t have been slinging drugs for that Grayson fuck.”

              I let what he said sink in. He’d been keeping tabs on me the whole time? “You stalked me?”

              He grunted. “I watched you, over you, made sure you were safe.”

              “So…the guy senior year. The one who asked me to prom on a dare…he ended up taking me, and even brought me flowers that night. Begged me to forgive him. Your friends did that?”

              His jaw tensed. “That fucker was lucky I didn’t let the guys beat him fucking senseless. Jonny wanted to put his fist through his face when he’d seen the little display in the hallway. He never would have pulled that shit if I’d been there.” 

              “I could have handled it on my own. I did handle it on my own.”

              “Yeah, you ignored it. Like you always did.”

              “There wasn’t a point to fighting. Those idiots would have just kept it up. If I showed them how much it hurt, how humiliated I was, it would have only fueled their enjoyment. Brad only wanted to impress Dianna, that little princess prom queen. Not sure why she hated me so much, but she gunned for me all of senior year.”

              “She had a thing for me.” He gave me a grin that spoke to his male ego. “Got pissed when I wasn’t interested in her—’cause I obviously had a thing for you.”

              “We were friends.”

              He laughed. “Woman, never were you and I just friends—and you know it.” 

              I did. The bond we held back then only strengthened with time, even with us apart.

              “Still, you didn’t need to send your boys after Brad like some thug. I only went to the prom with him after that because he begged, like his life was dependent on it.”

              He laughed. “It sort of was…as far as he knew it.”

              “Jackson!” I hit his shoulder, but it was more of a tap against his strong muscles.

              “I hated the idea of you going with someone else, but I wasn’t there to take you, and I knew Brad would be a fucking gentleman after that.” He leaned back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. “You were never alone, Anna. And you won’t be ever again. I know I gave you the impression I’m gonna bail after this is all over, but I’m not. I’m not going anywhere.”

              He meant it. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, in the way his jaw relaxed. Tired from all the talking, and the energy used up from his intense lovemaking, I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

              “I’m not going anywhere,” he said again, gripping me tighter to him, holding onto me as though it would be me slipping out of his grasp.

              “I know, Jackson. I’m not either.”

***

              Walking into the coffee house near school shouldn’t have made my stomach so fluttery. Had it been any other day, it probably wouldn’t have, but Jackson and I were meeting Grayson.  Jackson’s reaction to Grayson hadn’t been as warm as I hoped, but I understood him. Jackson saw anything putting me in danger as a failure. The prank Brad pulled on me senior year had been Jackson’s fault, according to him, because he hadn’t been there to stop him. Grayson’s part in my attack over a year ago was a failure on Grayson’s part, but if I knew Jackson, he held on to some of that guilt, too.

              I wondered if either of them had ever stopped to consider that the responsibility for my life belonged to me, and not to either of them. By the glare on Jackson’s face the moment we caught up with Grayson at a corner booth, I would guess not. 

              “Jackson, this is Gray—”

              “Right. Sit. I’ll get you a coffee.” He pulled out the chair for me and once I was seated he headed over to the counter to order our drinks.

I couldn’t hold the smile over watching the large, muscular, and tatted Jackson standing at the cashier ordering me a latte. The young girl behind the counter took the order with wide eyes. I knew that feeling. Jackson’s presence was often overwhelming and usually a bit intimidating.

              “You’re boyfriend seems a little pissed off, and I haven’t even said hi yet.” Grayson nudged me with his fist.

I looked over at him, he’d given up
The Matrix
look and went casual. Just a plain t-shirt and jeans, it had to have been the most normal I’d ever seen him dressed. Both arms were riddled with tattooed phrases and words. I probably could spend most of the afternoon reading them and not get halfway done.

              “I told him everything, Grayson. He can be a little intense.” I gave him a soft smile.