His hand goes back under my skirt, his mouth by my ear. "So the only issue is keeping you quiet."
"Hey! I'm not loud," I say.
"You will be when I do what I'm about to do to you."
Chapter Nineteen
Jackson's deep sexy voice and the feel of his hand teasing me under my skirt has already got me wanting to scream his name. And I would if his dad wasn't here.
We go in Jackson's room and he takes up every minute of the hour we have alone, slowly undressing me, teasing me, making my body writhe with need before finally letting me have him. Every time we do this I think it can't possibly get better but then it does, maybe because each time I think it's the last.
I'm trying to stay positive but I'm so damn scared they're going to take him away and never give him back. I keep having nightmares about it. I wake up breathing fast and covered in sweat, thinking they took him. Convinced he's gone.
"Why are you so quiet?" Jackson asks as I lay on his chest.
"I'm just tired," I say, not wanting him to know I'm worrying so much about him. If I told him, I'm afraid he wouldn't tell me stuff. He'd try to protect me from the truth and that's not what I want. I need to know what's happening, even if I don't like it.
I need to tell Jackson the truth too.
"I did something you're not going to like," I say.
"What is it?"
"I got Trystan to agree to take me to see my dad. We're going on Sunday."
Jackson sits up. "Rumor, are you serious? You're trusting Trystan?"
"You didn't see him today. He was shocked when they took Braden. He used to think Braden would never hurt anyone but the past week he's been changing his mind. He's starting to think Braden might've actually had something to do with what happened to Andrea."
"He actually said that?"
"He said he could see Braden losing control and doing something he didn't mean to do. I told him we might find out the truth if we could talk to Devon."
"Devon doesn't know anything. He wasn't there."
"He wasn't at the party but he was here in town. Trystan said Devon was at Brock's house that day. He said he went there to ask Brock for money. Trystan didn't know what time Devon left but it's possible he was there when Braden got home from the party. He might've heard Braden talking to Brock, telling him what happened. That's why I have to find him."
"You don't even know where he is."
"But I know where he might be, and it's only two hours away. We'll go there, check the beach, the homeless shelters, and anywhere else he might be, and if we can't find him, we'll leave."
"Trystan agreed to this? To drive you there, not knowing if Devon's even there? What's the catch? There's no way he's doing this for nothing."
"He's not. We made a deal. If he takes me, I agreed to go with him to see his mom."
"That's it? That's all you have to do?"
"That's all he wanted. He said Braden won't go with him to see her and he doesn't want to go there alone."
"I'm surprised he'd ask you. You guys must be getting along better."
"Not really. He's nice one minute and mean the next, which is why I'm not sure he'll follow through and take me on Sunday, or not tell Brock about our plan, but right now, Trystan's my only option. And I think he really does want to find out the truth about what happened that night."
My phone rings. I grab it from the nightstand.
"It's Alyssa," I say, seeing her name on the screen.
"Alyssa from school?" Jackson asks.
