Jackson
MY GOD, THAT was the most spiritual experience of my life. Even though we are both fully clothed, watching Claire come at the stroke of my hand was a religious moment. Christ, if Claire was a tornado she would be an EF5. Just feeling her hands digging into my chest and her scream set me off. The only thing that could be better would be my cock stuck inside her hot, tight pussy while she exploded around me.
I could feel the heat of her core against my cock, but placing my hand on her pussy was…incredible. And when she finally detonated…she was pure perfection. Kissing her down from what I know is her first orgasm, I roll onto my side to alleviate the pressure on my swollen cock. Knowing that I gave her her first orgasm makes me want to beat my chest and howl at the moon. Claire is panting, and a light sheen of sweat coats her face. I have never in my life seen anything so beautiful. I whisper, “I’ve got you,” over and over, and she finally settles.
Pulling her closer to me, I can feel her ragged breath against my chest, and it soothes the beast within me. The one that desperately needs to control her. Tamping that desire down, I kiss her forehead and ease her further into the here and now.
The minute Claire let go of her fears, she became a live wire in my hands. I don’t even think she realized just how far she came tonight. Which is so much more than I could have ever hoped for. But the minute that she placed her leg over my hip, I was lost.
The passion that Claire hides from the world and only shares with me turns me on. Momma used to say, “Jackson, when you look for a woman to settle down with, do me a favor and look for one that only shows you her true self and doesn’t show the world that desire.” I used to think her advice stemmed from all the self-medicating that she did. Tonight, I learned what she meant.
Looking into Claire’s desired filled eyes, I say, “Thank you for giving me that.” I run a hand over her hair and tangle my fingers in the long locks, and I can’t help but look in wonder. I am still hard as fuck, and the man in me only wants to bury himself deep inside her hot sheath and release my seed, creating a life with the only woman that will hold my heart. The inner beast rises up and pounds his chest in agreement, demanding that I finally make this woman mine.
“That was absolutely beautiful.”
Claire runs her hand down from my chest to my groin, and snaps her eyes up to mine, realization setting in. “Jackson, did you not finish?” Her words are said sheepishly and her eyes have gone to my chest.
Trying to ease her discomfort, I say, “It’s all about you tonight, Legs. Whatever you need from me, I will gladly give it.”
It was Claire’s legs that first garnered my attention all those years ago; her eyes were the second thing that got me. And it’s those eyes that currently hold my world at a standstill and saluting. “You’re still hard, Jack. I…I need to ease that for you.” Blushing and looking down, she continues, “I…I want to.” When she looks back up into my eyes, she has a twinkle in her eyes and there’s mischief written all over her face. “We can’t have you having blue balls. From what I understand, that can be quite painful.”
Rolling over and on top of her giggling body, which causes my balls to tense up even higher within my sack, I say, “Christ, Legs, you are a contradiction of terms.”
Claire’s giggling has me laughing as well, and although I’m crushing her beneath me, I don’t care. I finally have Claire Amelia McEvoy beneath me, and I’m going to fucking enjoy it.
Slapping a hand onto my chest, the mischief leaves her eyes. “You make me happy. Thank you, Jack.”
“Why is it that you only call me Jack when I have my hands on you or you are underneath me?” I ask. It is something that I have noticed but have been too afraid to ask.
She briefly looks away before saying, “Because this”— she waves a hand between us—“is the only time that I will willingly submit to you and your desires.” Again, she looks away, and I realize the truth of her words and grin. My girl is fucking amazing. “I’m too strong willed and way too old to put up with bullshit. But here, where we are, I trust you fully with my body.”
Kissing her head at her words, I find I have none of my own. Good thing Claire does. “I trust you, Jack, and know that you will always take care of me and mine.”
“Christ, woman, you slay me.”
AT SOME POINT, we fell asleep. I never knew that talking, really talking, could be so exhausting. But falling asleep with Claire in my arms was pure heaven. She explained the reasoning behind her drinking tonight, and I discovered that I have been slacking on my cyberstalking.
When Claire told me that Sasha was dancing at a strip club, I thought that I was going to lose my mind and tear down Bergen County to get to her. It wasn’t until she said where she was dancing that I somewhat calmed down. Muldoon’s father’s joint shouldn’t be too hard to wire into. Worst case scenario, I’ll run the bastard into the ground until I know Sasha’s safe. But something tells me that he is already aware and taking care of her. His being just screams protector.
It wasn’t until she dropped the bomb of Brad taking advantage of team resources, Claire in particular, that has my hair standing on end. I’ve known for weeks that the bastard is up to something, but using his position within the team has me wide awake in the middle of the night while Claire is sound asleep in my arms.
It’s as I’m about to finally drift off to sleep when I feel Claire shift and roll out of bed. I don’t move, because I’m a curious fuck and want to see what she’s about.
As Claire pads her way out of the room, I hold my breath. Knowing that my girl is up to something, I wait.
Ten minutes later, I hear the distinctive sound of furniture being moved and decide to follow the noise. I make my way down the stairs and when I reach the bottom step, I find the entire first floor in disarray. Furniture that was once perfectly arranged is now shoved up against walls and my girl is smack dab in the middle of the chaos.
“Claire? Baby? What are you doing?”
Shock and embarrassment color her face as she looks around at the mess she has created. And I’m so fucking confused that I don’t know what end is up or what is truly happening.
“I, um, I don’t sleep well, Jackson, and rearranging the furniture exhausts me. It helps me sleep.” She glances around the first floor and looks defeated. “However, I haven’t done this in years. It must be the stress of Brad.” Looking at me with shame covering her face, I understand her pain.
“Okay, Legs, where do you want the couch?”
Relief crosses her face and she points to the beam that separates the family room and kitchen. “I think that it would look good there.”
And that’s how we spend our first night as lovers. Rearranging furniture.