Jackson
Sleeping alone with Michele so close is hell. I have tossed and turned so much, I find myself up and standing outside when Deacon takes his run.
The former SEAL is a beast of a man but moves like a damn ninja. He’s always thinking and always maneuvering. Gentry “Deacon” Hawkins has always been our strategist. Except this time, I don’t think anyone can navigate through the matters of the heart.
He returns and I’m standing up against the wall like I’m somehow holding it up.
“Wanna talk, brother?” Deacon asks wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Not much to say. We sorted out the plan and I gotta sit tight for twelve hours till we cover our bases.”
“Wanna talk about your wife, brother?”
I shake my head. “What’s there to say? My wife is two minutes away, alive, and I’m stuck sitting like a fucking duck.”
“Thing about a woman, having a woman, they awaken things inside you that you never that you’d feel.” He mutters.
I run my hand over my face. “Spoken like a man who knows from experience. Guess I should ask you, wanna talk about it, brother?”
“Fell for a woman who has devoted her life to letting others find a way to be free. I get it, but it means nothing comes before her haven,” he rests his hands on his hips. “Can’t say she hasn’t done good. Hell, the attraction to Tempest is her work in Haven’s Harbor. Problem is, I don’t know how to stay in one place for long. We just don’t fit.”
“A lot of time has passed between Michele and me. Maybe we just don’t fit anymore.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You believe in second chances?”
I stop and think about second chances. Is there a possibility? If I never let her go in the first place is this really a second chance? I don’t know what’s real anymore.
The only thing I do know is Michele is mine, she was then, and is now.
“The fact that you hesitated tells me you do.” Deacon says on a huff, “Look brother, I ain’t had a wife and well, the type of man I am I probably won’t ever know what it is to have one. You made a commitment to her. You’re the kind of man that doesn’t just turn his back on that. So whether you want to look at this as a second chance or a past commitment doesn’t really much matter now does it?”
Trapper jogs up with his hands on top of his head, his shirt off, and struggling for breath. “Bottom line, I had a wife, I’d be over there makin’ it up to my cock that we had been apart for so long, not standing around here talkin’ to a Frogman about the definition of a second chance.” He spouts off like he’s been in the conversation all along and takes a few deep breaths.
“You’re a fucker, Trapper. What the hell do you know about havin’ a wife? You ever think about anything other than your cock?” I shove him in the shoulder pissed off.
I just don’t know if I’m ticked at his words or myself because I don’t want to be here, but rather with my wife.
“I’m a straight-forward fucker and I call it like I see it.” Trapper explains still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t need a wife to know I promise my cock and balls to one woman for a lifetime, she’s got to have good pussy. I’m talkin’ unicorn pussy.”
Deacon laughs, “what the hell is unicorn pussy?”
“Like that damn movie with the unicorn car, Eleanor. Like a sweet-ass 68 Fort Mustang. Unicorn pussy is full of curves and muscle. The kind that can milk my dick dry.”
Standing around talking to this clown only makes me more anxious to get back to Michele. Shaking my head, I tell him, “I don’t know what to make of you half the time, Trapper. I wanna kick your ass as much as I wanna laugh.”
He rubs his back side. “A man’s ass is a delicate thing. At least massage it, lube it, and talk dirty to it before makin’ it hurt.”
Deacon smacks him on the back of the head. “Not everything is sexual.”
Trapper smiles big, “it does if you make it so.” Then he looks to me. “Rowdy, ain’t got much real in this life. You got a past, a real one tied up in that woman. For whatever that shit’s worth you gotta at least go talk to the broad. I know Collector made you stand down last night and get some sleep but it’s a fuckin’ new day, brother. Carpe diem or whatever that shit is. Munch the carpet while she fondles dem balls – carpe diem, clean the carpet with dem balls.” He gets frustrated with his own bullshit. “Whatever, just go fuckin’ fuck your wife.”
“Sometimes you make sense, Trapper.” I say feeling jittery.
“Then quit standin’ here shootin’ the shit with us and go get your dick wet.”
And just like that he jogs off while I’m left wanting to kick his ass again.
I look to Deacon. “Collector’s gonna be pissed.”
“If you’d had your way, you’d never have left yesterday. We sorted what we needed to. I’ll take your back with the brothers.”
I nod my appreciation.
“Go see your woman, have some time just you two. I’ll alert the guys and we’ll be a phone call away when you need us.” Deacon says then nods and heads into his room to shower.
The ride over is short and I’m so amped up by the time I arrive, I’m ready to bust the door in rather than wait for her to answer. Waiting, I can’t see in because she has pulled down black curtains to cover the store front windows and door. She comes to the gallery door, opening it wearing a thin strapped tank top and this short cotton shorts. Her dark hair is down and wild. Her eyes are big in fear and wanting at the same time.
Before I let her speak, I push inside the door. Reaching out, I grip her hips, pull her to me and press my mouth to hers. With my tongue I invade.
This is war.
A war of hearts.
A war of bodies.
I kiss her loudly, she gives in as if it’s a dream. She paws at my cut and I break away just to shrug it off my arms and pull my shirt off. There is nothing sexy, sultry, seductive, no I’m the predator and she is my prey.
My lips attack hers again in an onslaught that is sure to leave them plump and tingling.
I want this woman. My wife.
I need this woman. My life.
Her love, her heart, our connection, I crave it all.
I’ll conquer it all once again.
With her bottom lip stuck between my teeth, I nibble. “Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I moan against her lips as she shameless tries to grab at me and find friction.
Yanking the thin straps of her top, I pop them and yank the shirt down exposing her ample tits to me. Skin to skin, I feel her pebbled nipples press to me and I want more.
Pushing my hands down her shorts and panties, I slide them over the globes of her ass. Without breaking our kiss, she presses them down her legs and onto the floor. Her hands come to the hair tie in my hair releasing it to cascade around us.
I scoop her up and turn her so her back is pressed to the wall as my finger slides through her pussy lips teasing her while she rocks against me.
Her hands push between us and she fumbles with the button on my jeans.
Pinching her clit, she pulls her head back slamming it into the wall as she moans her pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” I croon as my cock is painfully throbbing behind my jeans as she unzips me. Her fingers brush against my dick freeing me and I almost blow my load on contact.
“Need you, Jackson,” she whimpers.
Wrapping her legs around me, I line up her entrance and slide inside. She moans loudly only pushing me to go faster, harder, and longer.
Fucking hell.
Her pussy is a vice pulling my cock deeper and holding me there.
Take me. Let me fucking die right now.
She groans louder and I move quicker. The pace is relentless and sloppy. My head buzzes from the euphoria as my soul screams we’re home.
Her hips rock throwing off my pace as she wails through her orgasm. Her walls clamp down and I am liquid as I shoot straight inside her tight pocket.
Not going soft, I drop my head to the sweet spot in the curve of her neck and lick, suck, and devour her more.
“Not done, yet, Michele. You feel me, baby? You feel your husband. Tell me you feel my love, you feel me coursing through every fuckin’ millimeter of this body?”
“Jackson,” she stutters my name as her body tightens rushing through aftershocks while I build her up for more by sliding slowly out and back in. The mixture of our juices only heightens the feeling between us.
“Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I growl.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” she croons as I pound in and out feeling my balls bunch up tight again. “More, Jackson, give me more.”
It’s all the encouragement I need to move us to the couch she has just inside the door of the first floor gallery. Laying her under me, I devour her body. Licking every inch down and up again before sliding deep inside her. The tingle goes up my spine as my orgasm builds. Dropping my head, I take her nipple in my mouth and suck.
Hard.
She cries out as she clamps down sending me over just as she finds her own pinnacle once again.
“Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I growl as my arms shake holding my weight off of her and my cock twitches the final releases inside of her.
“Jackson,” she whispers my name and I press my lips to hers to stop her. She pushes my hair back and I relax into the feel of her.
“No regrets. No turning back. The past is the past and you’ve always been my fuckin’ future.”