Chapter 29 (Alyssa)
“Now you know, Alyssa. That's my story. He killed Lilly and I don't regret avenging her death. But I do regret not telling you sooner.”
I watch as Jackson moves closer to the screen before pausing. “And just in case I never get the chance to say it again. I love you,” he says before the camera shuts off.
I wipe my eyes and stand up.
Then I run.
Only this time...I'm not running from anything.
I running toward something.
I'm running as fast as I can to the man I love.
The man that I still love. Maybe even more now.
It's almost 4 in the morning and the rain is falling hard outside, It's coming down in buckets, causing me to almost slip on the concrete a few times, but I don't care.
By the time I reach Jackson's apartment, I'm a shivering wet mess. I'm also pretty sure my lips are blue and I'm going to catch pneumonia, but I still don't care.
Tyrone opens the door and I expect him to be surprised that I'm here but he's not. He just gives me a knowing smile and tells me that Jackson is in his room.
He then offers me a blanket but I decline. Instead, I ask him if he would mind if I rummaged around the kitchen for a bit.
He smiles even wider...until I inform him I'm not cooking him anything.
I don't even knock on Jackson's door, I just walk right in.
He's sitting up against the headboard of his bed, he's shirtless, his eyes are closed and the acoustic version of Shinedown's, Simple Man is playing on repeat in the background.
I clear my throat and he startles. When he sees me his eyes flicker and his breathing picks up.
He takes in my appearance and opens his mouth to say something, but I put my finger to my lips and hand him what's in my hand.
He looks down at the cup of hot chocolate containing both cinnamon and whipped cream and his breathing becomes shaky.
His eyes are glassy when he looks back up at me and his hand reaches out for mine.
I take his hand and position myself on top him with both my legs on either side of his. I wrap my arms around him tighter than I ever have and my head falls against his chest. Then I plant a kiss over Lilly's name.
We stay like that for a while, neither of us saying a word, which is fine because this moment is too profound to ruin it with words.
He's rubbing slow circles over my back and it feels amazing, but I have to fight off another chill due to my drenched clothes.
Jackson notices this and hauls me upright so that I'm facing him. He motions for me to raise my arms and I do. He starts lifting my shirt, and since I ran out of my apartment wearing nothing but pajamas I'm not wearing a bra. He quickly balls my wet shirt in his hand and throws it across the room causing it to land with a wet thud.
I feel the flush in my cheeks due to being topless in front of him, but it quickly turns to arousal when Jackson leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple. He does the same to my other nipple and I feel the warmth that he's providing me spread throughout my body.
He lets out a low groan as he begins massaging and kneading my breasts and I can't help myself from sighing his name.
Not before long, my pants are joining my t-shirt on the floor and I'm completely naked before him.
His eyes blaze as he scans over my body and pulls me back to him.
I straddle him and his hands dig into my lower back as he plants gentle kisses along my chest leading up to my neck and finally my lips.
I feel his erection through the flannel of his pants and I grind against it shamelessly, wanting more than anything to feel him inside me.
He runs his fingertips along my hips and blows his breath across my nipples, the sensations causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.
His mouth finds the pulse point on my neck and he drags his tongue along it as his finger dips inside me. The sound of his fingers plunging into my wetness fill the room, but I'm too turned on to feel self-conscious at this point.
I'm on the verge of having an orgasm when Jackson pauses and pulls his pants down. He holds the base of his erection and slips his length between my folds, but doesn't enter me. I look down and lick my lips when I see that my slickness is coating his cock, making it glisten.
He gives me a smirk before he circles the barbell of his piercing directly over my clit causing me to come harder and faster than I ever knew was possible.
He peppers my neck with kisses as the last of my climax trickles out of me and onto him. I'm desperate to have him inside me at this point and I know he feels the same because he reaches into the nightstand drawer and gets out a condom.
He looks at the condom then back to me and I nod my head, letting him know that I want this.
I'm waiting for him to put it on, but instead, he cradles my face in his hands and gives me a look that steals my breath. His eyes penetrate me and I can feel how much he loves me with a single glance.
He puts the condom on and pulls me in for another long and sultry kiss. I think he's going to enter me and start fucking me, but he doesn't.
Instead, he grips my hips and gently lifts me before slowly setting me down on top of his erection. I feel him enter me inch by inch gradually—purposely taking his time to make sure I'm not in any discomfort.
Once he's filled me up to the hilt, I begin bouncing on top of him rapidly, wanting to make it good for him. He groans my name and curses under his breath. Then his hands press down on my thighs causing me to pause my movements while he pulls me in for another slow kiss.
In a single movement, he flips us so that he's the one on top before he begins thrusting inside me. His thrusts are both deep and gentle rendering me breathless. He looks at me as he reaches down and links our fingers together before bringing them above my head.
This concept of going slow and sweet is so new and foreign to me. I'm far from a virgin, but I've never had sex like this before. I've never had anyone take their time and worship me or my body. It makes me feel loved and cherished in a way I never knew was possible.
Jackson brushes the tear from my cheek and leans his forehead against mine. “I love you,” he whispers. I tell him that I love him too and it's such a tender moment between us, I know I'll never forget it.
I always thought that when Jackson and I had sex it would be a frantic frenzy filled with lust, with him racing to the finish line. I never knew that it would be this passionate and powerful or that it would somehow intensify the connection between us.
Our guards are down and our insides have been stripped, leaving us bare in so many ways. There's something so beautiful and raw about what's happening right now.
My legs start to shake and an all-consuming climax begins to take over my body, heightened by the emotions flowing through me. Jackson stares down at me, watching me with hooded eyes.
His face is strained and I know he's trying to hold off, but I want him to let go at the same time I do. I untangle my hands from his, skim over his broad back and grab hold of his ass while my walls clench around him and I sigh his name. I watch as the muscles in his forearms flex and his mouth parts open before he whispers my name and his release swiftly follows mine.