A text pops up.
Are they gone?
Yes,I text back, my heart beating faster knowing he’s just outside my door.
The slider opens, and I run over to Jackson, who looks so damn hot in a white t-shirt and faded jeans. He smells almost as good as he looks.
“Miss me?” he says as I jump into his arms.
“Maybe a little.”
He sets me down and gives me a kiss. “I missed you too. How much time do we have?”
“Not enough. Trystan will be back in ten minutes. He just went to get breakfast.”
Braden leaves early every morning for practice, so I ride to school with Trystan. He hasn’t said much to me lately, which I’m a little concerned about. He usually talks a lot, so either he’s just quiet because he’s tired from the first week of school or hedoesn’t want to say anything because he doesn’t trust me. I keep thinking he’ll notice something’s going on with the cameras, but so far, he hasn’t mentioned it.
Jackson hired his friend to alter the videos from the security cameras to replace the parts that show Jackson sneaking in or me sneaking out. We usually only sneak out at night, so it’s only a few minutes of footage the guy has to cut out and replace. Unless Trystan was studying every second of the videos, he wouldn’t even notice.
This morning, Trystan said he was going out with a friend to get breakfast, so I texted Jackson to get over here. Brock left for LA yesterday and is spending the weekend with Morgan.
“I like seeing you in the morning,” Jackson says, laying me on the bed.
“I like it too.” I grab his face and kiss him, loving the feel of his body over mine. We haven’t done it yet, but I want to. Maybe tonight.
“You feel so freaking good,” he says, kissing my neck as his hand moves up my leg, under my skirt.
I gasp when his fingers slip under my panties. It’s another thing Axl never did. Pleasure me like this. Make me come. He only cared about himself. He never considered my needs. I thought all guys were like that. I had no idea guys like Jackson even existed. Guys that actually care about the girl they’re with and want her to be happy.
“Not now,” I say, closing my eyes as pleasure warms me from just his touch. “We won’t have time to finish.”
“We will if I hurry,” he whispers in my ear, his hand moving faster.
I arch back as the feeling builds. “Oh, God.”
“That’s right, baby. Just relax,” he says in his deep, sexy voice as his fingers push deeper. “Let it come.”
I’m panting, grabbing his shirt, getting closer by the second. The buildup is almost as good as the release, which is why Jackson prolongs it, knowing exactly what to do to make it last. But today we don’t have time.
Seconds later, he sends me over the edge, my body practically shaking from how good it feels. As I lay there in a state of bliss, I’m amazed at how much better I feel now than when I arrived here a couple of weeks ago. And it’s all because of Jackson. I still hate my school. I still miss New York. I’m still struggling with the loss of my mom. But Jackson is making it all better. Each day I’m with him, I feel less alone. Less sad. More hopeful.
He slides his hand back down my leg, then tugs my skirt down, smoothing it. “Ready for school?”
I smile at him. “I think I need a nap now.”
He leans down to kiss me. “When can I see you again?”
“Tonight. Braden and Trystan will be gone, and Brock’s in LA all weekend.”
“I can’t tonight. We have a game.”
“Shit, that’s right. I forgot it was Friday.”
“You need to go to Braden’s game.”
I nod. “I will. I just need to find someone to go with.”
“Go with Kristen,” he says, leaning against the headboard. “She’ll be there tonight.”
