Chapter Four
Lola
I used to think that I knew what love was and that I had found my Prince Charming when I met my ex. All that changed though, the moment that Jackson slid deep inside of me, his cock impaling me and shoving every bad memory I ever had in my life away.
He banished the bad thoughts and replaced them with warm love. He made my legs weak, and my body a heaping pile of mush. Every thrust inside me showed me exactly the kind of man he was.
“I knew you would feel this good,” he groaned in my ear. All I could feel was him, and I loved it.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I moaned, my back scraping against the brick wall. I didn’t care if I got injured being fucked senseless by this man, I just wanted his touch.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out much longer. Your pussy is just too tight…” he hissed between his teeth. I could feel his movements becoming jerky, and I knew it would be only a few seconds before he came.
“Make me cum,” I ordered him, and he moved right into action, one of his hands slipping between our bodies, finding that tight little bundle of nerves that would send me shooting into outer space. As soon as his finger scraped against my clit, tingles of pleasure erupted across my skin.
“Fall apart, baby. Cum all over my cock.” His dirty words, combined with the way his cock owned me and his fingers strummed my clit, sent me over the edge. Zings of pleasure shot through my core, and as soon as my pussy started to clench, I felt Jackson’s hot semen filling my hole.
“So tight… So good…” he whispered in my ear, his body sagging against mine. I love the weight of his body, the way his large hands controlled my body, and how his kisses made my head do crazy things.
I was still dirty, covered in mud all up my legs, but the little bit of a shower we took seemed to wash away most of the mess. Jackson pulled out of me, and the loss of his cock left a void deep in my chest. I already missed his presence inside my body. He released me, gently setting my feet on the ground. My thighs rubbed together and I could feel right away that Jackson had been there.
That deep, delicious, worked over feeling settled deep into my bones. Jackson watched me, the look in his eyes scaring me as he seemed to be worried about something.
“Did I hurt you?” He blurted the question out, grabbing me by the chin as he spoke. I shook my head no.
“No. You didn’t hurt me, Jackson. You were perfect. For someone who was a virgin, you sure do know how to use that thing.” A tiny laugh left my lips and that seemed to ease some of the tension that poured from Jackson.
He was so perfect, and he had no fucking clue. He was a real man, waiting for the right woman to give his virginity to. He wanted real love, the kind that you found in books.
“I’ve learned a thing or two watching porn,” he confessed, his cheeks growing a smidge red as he did so.
He slipped his jeans back on, though they were a bit wet, and handed me my discarded dress.
“I’m sure you didn’t learn how to rip dresses off women like a crazed cave man from watching porn, did you?” I lifted an eyebrow in question, as I glared at the dress in my hands. I would have to walk back up to the house in nothing but my bra now. Not that it mattered, since there was never any company here, but it did take me half the morning to make the damn dress.
“I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue later tonight. As for the dress, I’m sorry, sweetheart….” He seemed sorry, but the smirk on his face said he was more than happy about how he shredded it, ripping it from my body like it was nothing.
“Mhm. I’m sure you’re sorry, the smirk on your face totally gives you away.” I didn’t feel like a piece of me had broken away when Jackson and I were done having sex. Instead I felt fuller, more at home than I ever had before.
“Get on up to the house and get to making me some damn muffins.” The rough exterior he had showed me on my first day here shone through again, and it made both of us burst out in laughter.
“Sure thing. Though I’m not sure I have enough berries.” I looked at the basket that had been thrown to the ground in the haste we made towards the showers.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart. I’m not an asshole. I don’t expect you to make me anything, except now that I’ve sunk deep inside you…” He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip with lust in his eyes. “I do expect you to have that pussy warmed up for me every once in awhile.” The dirty words coming out of his mouth already had me turned on again.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t wanted to have sex with a man in months, yet Jackson had me feeling all sorts of things. My body came to life when he touched me.
“It’s always warmed up when you’re around…” I gave him the same look he had given me. The story he told me about his grandparents was all I could seem to think about. I wanted a love story like that, and maybe, just maybe, Jackson was the one I would get to enjoy it with.
“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. My cock’s tasted your pussy, and now that the damage has been done, there ain’t nothing standing in the way of me claiming you every second of everyday. Now run along before my patience snaps and I keep you held up in the shower all day at the mercy of my tongue, fingers, and cock.” He was so brash and confident for a man that had only had sex once, but I loved it. I loved that he oozed this self worth. He believed in himself.
“Whatever you say…” I taunted, shaking my ass a little as I strutted past him. He rewarded me with a hard slap to the ass cheek. A squeal slipped from my lips, and I ended up picking up the basket and jogging like there was a fire behind me up to the cabin. Once inside, I watched through the kitchen window as Jackson got back to work splitting the logs.
I was mesmerized by his movements and the way he swung the axe. It was as if he was one with it. As if they were one in the same.
Snap out of it. Stop staring, Lola.
I repeated the words in my head, forcing myself to step away from the window and instead go find another of Jackson’s shirts to destroy. I gripped the banister of the staircase and walked up the wooden stairs. I didn’t know if Jackson would be mad at me for being in his room, but I would take my chances.
The second my eyes landed on his king size bed, I knew I had to at the very least con him into letting me sleep in the bed at least once or twice. It was mammoth, and definitely more than big enough to accommodate the two of us. There were matching nightstands on each side of the bed and a large dresser with a mirror to the right of the bed.
BINGO.
I slid across the smooth wooden floor, grabbed the steel drawer handle, and pulled out the first drawer, which contained sleep shorts and pants. I went to the next and found jeans, and on the very bottom were shirts. I sifted through them, stopping on an all white t-shirt. I slipped it on, and laughed as it came down to my knees. Holy hell, Jackson was huge. The other shirt I had taken was laying on the back of the leather couch in the living room, and I didn’t even try it on at the time.
Once the shirt was on and I had covered my lady bits, I took the very small basket of berries and placed them in a bowl so that I could rinse them off. When that was done, I walked over to fridge, where I noticed a recipe had been hung by a magnet. From the looks of the worn paper, I was sure it had been a very old recipe. I read over the ingredients and started searching through the small pantry for the items I needed.
When I was sure I had everything ready, I got the mixing bowl out and measured the ingredients, pouring the dry ingredients in first and then the wet. I had always enjoyed baking, but that was before Roger had sunk his evil claws into me, ripping me from my family.
My parents would never forgive me for running off with him when they had warned me of the type of person he was. I shoved the negative thoughts away, reminding myself that I had Jackson now and I was sure that he would never let anything happen to me again.
He worshiped me. Protected me. And maybe even loved me?
I poured what was left the berries into the bowl, and mixed until everything was thoroughly combined. Then I sprayed the muffin tins, and scooped just the right amount of batter into each spot.
Then I popped the tin into the oven that I had preheated and sat on the leather couch in the living room, but not before I grabbed what looked to be a family photo album.
I was obsessed with Jackson’s grandparents’ love story. It was sweet, and so unlike anything that you found nowadays. People didn’t love or care for each other like they did in the olden days. The love that his grandparents had was one that couldn’t be reproduced or copied.
Still, I wanted what they had, and I wanted it with Jackson. I was so caught up in the photo album, my eyes scanning over every single photo like it was a memory I could live vicariously through, that I didn’t hear Jackson come in through the front door. I didn’t startle until his large shadow fell over my small frame.
“I’m sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to snoop…” I was worried that he would think I was trying to uncover something, and I wasn’t. I was just interested in his grandparents’ love story.
“For fuck’s sake, Lola. I ain’t going to hurt you for looking at a photo album.” Jackson sounded enraged, but I knew whatever venom, that fueled his words wasn’t directed at me.
“I just saw it sitting there and I wanted to look at it…” The sound of the timer going off saved me any further embarrassment. I shoved from the couch and ran into the kitchen, plucking the hot muffin tin from the oven. Jackson was hot on my heels with curious eyes.
“Is that what I think it is?” His eyes filled with wonderment as he sniffed the air like a wolf on the hunt for his prey. The smell of freshly baked muffins was what he smelt.
“If you mean muffins, then yes…” I started, loving the look that had taken over his facial features. I wasn’t really sure what was so awesome about these muffins, but if he looked at me like he was right now every moment of my life, then I would be happy. He plucked me up off the floor and right into his sweaty arms. The smell of sex, sweat, and the heat of the sun radiated off of him.
“These aren’t just any muffins, Lola. This is my grandma’s recipe, and I haven’t tasted muffins made from this recipe since she died nearly ten years ago.” Tears formed in his dark brown eyes and it hit me then directly in the center of my chest. This could be the man that I fell for, the man I would marry and have children with. I could have a love story as great as his grandparents with him.
“Oh, Jackson,” I mumbled into his chest, as I wrapped my arms around his torso as much as I could. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I just saw the recipe hanging on the fridge and I wanted to make you something nice for helping me so much.” I was overcome with emotions, and tears started to form in my eyes, even when I tried to blink them away.
“Never be sorry for doing something that comes from the heart, sweetheart. This is a blessing…. fate even…” The words came out in a whisper, as he pressed his lips fully against mine. Butterflies filled my belly and I gripped onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
Fate. Was it possible the one thing that had been my nemesis also brought me to Jackson? Maybe it was fate. Maybe I was meant to be here all along, and I just had to get through the bad in my life to find this place.
Either way, Jackson was my saving grace and I would do whatever I could to bring him even a fraction of the happiness he brought me.