“Jackson, you have to be quiet. No one can know I’m in here,” she says between hard kisses and soft pants.
I would like to say her hesitance is a huge turnoff, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Quickly sheathing myself, I grab Abigail’s hips and slowly guide her down my hard length.
“Fuck,” she lets out on a long exhale.
“Shh, baby, you said we have to be quiet.” I chuckle softly as her face screws up in pleasure. I’ll be damned if I make it easy for her.
I grasp her by the back of her head and slam her mouth against mine, and our tongues duel for dominance. The motion causes her to lift off my hips slightly, and I take the opportunity to grab and hold her steady as a slam up into her. She whimpers, but that’s not enough for me. I want her to lose control—the control I’ve tried so hard to break in her, which is already broken in me.
“Oh my God, Jackson, I’m about to come,” she whispers against my lips.
Doubling my efforts, I pump into her faster as sweat drips down my forehead. My jaw clenches in determination to get her there because I’m almost there myself.
I flip us over, and Abigail’s copper hair fans across my pillow. Damn, that’s a beautiful sight. Grabbing her leg, I throw it over my shoulder as I thrust into her deeper than I could go before. With her eyes squeezed shut and her lips slightly parted, she grabs the headboard to prevent it from slamming against the wall. I know that face—the face of someone trying to quiet their explosion. That simply won’t work for me.
As I rub her clit in fast, tight circles, she arches her back as her body aches for release. Moments later, she stills, her back bowed as a silent scream falls from her open mouth. The feel of her tight pussy strangling my cock is enough to throw me over the edge, and I spill myself into the condom with a long groan.
Dropping her leg to the bed, I flop over on my back next to her, sweaty and satisfied. My eyes caress the curves of the body lying next to me. A sheen of sweat covers her naked form, and her eyes are still closed, but a small smile plays on her lips—the smile I’ve come to know well during our time together. My girl has been thoroughly fucked and is thoroughly satisfied.
Abigail turns her head and squints her eyes at me. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Like what? I’m just lying here, trying to catch my breath.”
“You know the look. It’s akin to watching you pound your chest with male pride,” she tells me with a hard eyeroll.
A laugh escapes me at her ridiculous analogy. Leaning over, I softly press my lips to hers.
“What can I say, Red? You bring out the beast in me.”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re a beast, Prince.” She chuckles.
I grab her hip and yank her against me, our bodies touching chest to chest.
“Give me about five minutes, and I’ll show you how savage I can be.”
CHAPTER5
ABIGAIL
Isneak out of Jackson’s room at about three o’clock in the morning. He’s still asleep after round two, so I quietly dress and go back to my room. Had I woke him, he would have latched onto me, and things would’ve heated quickly, but I’m still convinced that no one knowing about whatever we have going on is the best course of action.
He’s his usual charming self over breakfast, even making me a cup of coffee just the way I like it again. I’m a mess of nerves that he’ll let it slip how we spent our night. As far as I know, he’s said nothing to anyone about our “relationship,” but we’ve never tried to hide it while sneaking around under the same roof as our friends. I brush off the few heated glasses he sends my way and quickly look at Kasey and Lindsey to make sure they didn’t catch anything. They’re too enraptured with their own men to notice the awkward tension between Jackson and me. Well, mainly me.
It’s early afternoon, the three of us girls are lying on massage tables set up in the living room, having all the knots gloriously rubbed out of our sore muscles. The guys are in the rec room in the converted basement, complete with a small theater, four full-size arcade games, and a pool table. Everything you would need to entertain two teenage boys and their friends, or in this case, three adult men.
“Hey, Abigail, I noticed you and Jackson have been getting along pretty well on this trip. Are you two finally burying the hatchet?” Lindsey asks.
Oh shit, I hope she hasn’t worked out what’s going on. This is what happens when your two best friends are reporters. They’ll ask the right questions to get you to spill your guts. My mind is screaming deflect, deflect, but at the same time, Iwantto confide in my friends about my conflicting feelings about my relationship with Jackson. It’s that witchy reporter magic… I just know it.
“It’s my Christmas gift to you two, not to have to referee between us.” Hopefully, that throws her off the trail. I’m just not ready to talk about something whenIdon't even know what’s going on.
“Well, I appreciate the new dynamic you two have going,” Kasey says. “It’s a nice change of pace. I was worried we would have to put you two on separate sides of the house.” She chuckles at her joke, but her assessment isn’t that far off.
I almost wish we were on separate sides of the house. Having him right across the hall is definitely more temptation than I could withstand last night.
“We’re all adults here, ladies. Jackson and I can play nice for a few days.” I need a new conversation… stat. “Kasey, you and Donovan have been living together for a few months now. Any chance you’re going to be tying the knot soon?” Let’s put her under the spotlight and see how she likes it.