It hurts my heart to know I hurt her. But it was inevitable. “Shhh.” I whisper softly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so damn sorry.” I was meant to be her first and only.
Fate. Alejandro always laughs about fate. But as soon as I met Sasha I knew. It was fate.
Her body slowly relaxes and she moans softly, her eyes opening, twin pools of dark honey that make me suck in a shaky breath.
“You’re so beautiful, Sasha. I always knew it was meant to be us. I just didn’t want to hurt you ever. It’s killing me that I did.”
She shakes her head and one more crystal tear drips down her cheek. “It’s better now. I think you can move.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, my body tightening already.
“Yes. I want you so bad. Please move.”
And I slide deep inside of her, sliding home, buried so deep inside of her that I’m not sure I’ll ever find my way out.
CHAPTER7
Sasha
“Oh my god,” I whisper. My body feels so full, so tight and full. “You feel so good, Jackson.”
“That’s right, baby. Just let me lead you and I promise you I’ll make it all better.”
And he does. His stiff rod like hot velvet sliding in and out of my body, driving the ecstasy up and up until I’m shaking and begging, knowing I’m so close.
“Wrap your legs around me a little tighter, Sasha.” I do as he demands and immediately the tight feeling swells and overtakes my body, the fireworks firing off like rockets in the air.
“Yes, yes, Jackson!” I scream, letting him push the furious waves of pulsing pleasure over me, covering me like I’m drowning. Drowning in the wash of lust and love flowing over me.
“That’s it, baby girl!” he groans, his deep voice rough and raspy. Tingles of need race down my body, settling right between my thighs. He doesn’t stop. Like a machine the man pistons into me, jackhammering me up the bed until I’m hitting my head on the velvet headboard.
Another wave of ecstasy drowns me, tugs me under its powerful fury and this time Jackson drives into me harder, faster. He groans and I feel his cock jump and the warmth of his release coating my walls.
He falls across my body and then rolls until he cradles me tightly in his muscular arms. My fingers trace the curve of his bicep, entranced that this man is mine. That I’m allowed to touch him whenever I want.
“What are you thinking, princess?” he asks me quietly.
“I’m wondering how long until we can do that again.”
He snorts. “I’m not as young as I used to be, baby. But I imagine I can keep you satisfied. That’s going to be my only goal in life from now on. That and getting you pregnant as quick as possible.”
I shift to stare at him. “We’ve never talked about babies, Jackson. I thought you didn’t want any.”
“Hell no! I want as many as humanly possible with you.”
“But…I’m not sure I want children. And if I did, there’s so many in foster care needing a family, I might want to do that.”
I sit up and tug her over. “I know this is something we’ll need to talk about but I just took you bare. What if you’re already pregnant?”
My stomach sinks and I pull away from him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that.”
“Maybe we should sleep on this, princess. Don’t make a hasty decision.”
“Alright.” I roll over and he spoons me, his front to my back. I should be warm but instead chills wash over me. Did I make a mistake? Is Jackson what I want? Am I going to be enough for him?
His words come back to haunt me. Be careful what you wish for. Well, the big, sexy, obsessed alpha of a man is now mine. And there’s no way in hell I’m getting away from him.
The next morning I wake and slip out from underneath him. I pull on the much-abused little black dress and heels and tiptoe out of the room and down the hall to the lounge that I saw on this floor. I pull out my phone and dial Jane.