My response was a garbled noise, my brain still scrambled from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, yet through the haze, I knew not one ounce of me wanted to say no to Jackson claiming my ass.
Attempting to form coherent thoughts, any chance I had of clearing my head went out the window when Jackson drove his thick cock into my pussy. He plowed in and out of me, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around us.
Briefly worriedthatAlec would hear, I tried to push up, only for Jackson to slam his hand down on the back of my neck, squashing my face into the cushion. He held me down as he rammed into me, over and over again, until he grunted, his warmth filling my core.
His cock pulsed inside me, emptying every drop of come he had to give, and when he was done, he pulled out of me, our combined juices trickling between my thighs. With my body aching like I’d run a marathon, I pulled myself up, readjusting my nightclothes.
“You have to go before Alec comes to find out what all the noise is about,”I said, not meeting his eyes as a heavy weight settled on my chest.
Feeling his heated stare searing me, I hesitantly met his gaze, a million emotions flashing through his eyes before he finally reached out to cup the side of my face.With a featherlight touch, he stroked a thumb lightly over the bruisethatwas clear as day nowthatI’d removed my layers of makeup.
Goosebumps coated my skin as his gaze dropped to my lips,justlike it had done earlier in the kitchen, and my heart began to beat faster in anticipation of him kissing me.
Jackson shifted closer, brushing his lips against mine as he spoke.“Get your ass back to bed, Kiki. And don’teventhinkabout washing my come from your cunt. You can sleep next to your fiancé with a piece of me inside you.”
He stepped back, tucking his cock away before giving me his back and disappearing out of the living room. A second later, the click of the back door closing reached me.
As my bottom lip trembled at his rejection, I did as he wanted.
I went to sleep next to Alec with Jackson’s come smeared between my thighs.
Chapter 18
Jackson
There was only one thing in my lifethatI regretted, andthatwas falling in love with Kiera. After she shattered my heart, I spent years putting the jagged pieces back together, knowingthatthe organ would forever be covered in the scars caused by her betrayal.
Over time, I learned how to ignore her, shutting down memories of our past whenever James mentioned her name, and blocking out any random thoughts of herthatwould pop into my mind. It took time and energy, but eventually, she dissolved into nothing but a shadow of my past.
But in recent weeks, she’d stepped out of the shadows, materializing in front of my eyes as clear as day, and no matter how hard I tried to push her back into the darkness, she remained in my head.
It was my own fault. I never should have started playing the games with her. I should have ignored her atthatparty and gotten on with my night, pretendingthatI hadn’t seen her.
Now, it was too late. Now, all I could think about was how close I’d come to kissing her in the kitchen. Our mouths had almost been touching, and if it hadn’t been for Alec barging in on us, I was certain we would have kissed. Inthatmoment, I didn’t have the willpower to move away from her, desperate to remember how it felt to have her lips on mine.
I barely refrained from kissing her later on when I fucked her over the couch.
My resolve was weakening, not helped by witnessing firsthand how Alec treated Kiera. Throughout the entire evening, a quiet rage pumped through me as I observed how he acted toward her. He hardly acknowledged her, and when he did, it was either with a scowl on his face or contempt in his voice.
And then there was the bruise.
The purple and yellow mark on her face was etched into my psyche, tormenting me whenever my gaze dropped to it, and I was certain Alec had caused it.
Determined to find the proof, I dragged my ass out of bed around noon the following day and loaded up the database where all the footage recorded from the cameras dotted around Kiera’s house was stored.
The bruise hadn’t been there when I took her to my cottage, and only two days had passed until I turned up on her doorstep for dinner. All I needed to do was scan through two days of footage to find the moment the cunt laid a hand on her.
Easy.
What I was going to do with the footage once I had it, I wasn’t sure. The obvious solution was to somehow get James to see it, without giving awaythatI was responsible for the cameras. If James got wind of Alec hurting Kiera, Alec wouldn’t live to see another day.
Yet, something deep inside me wasn’t happy withthat, and I didn’t want to acknowledge the reason whyIwanted to be the one to murder Alec for putting his hands on Kiera.
Figuring I’d decide what to do once I found the footage, I loaded up the live feed to check on Kiera before delving into the archives. I flicked through the cameras, but it quickly became apparentthatKiera wasn’t home, and a check of the tracker I’d added to her car confirmed she was at the mall.
Justas I was about to log out, my attention snagged on a little figure skipping along the hallway to the kitchen. A fond smile creased my lips. No wonder James adored Billie so much; shereallywas an incredible kid.
I knew a little about her battle with leukemia, but from the energetic, happy girl at dinner last night, you’d never have knownthatonly a year ago, she was fightingfor her life. She had me howling with laughter, her confidence surprising me. I had to admire Kiera for the young woman Billie was turning into.
