“A home invasion?”I clarified. I didn’t know why, but something in my gut told me Jackson was lying. The head of a secret society didn’t die in a home invasion.“How did hereallydie, Jackson?”
Jackson swallowed, confirming my suspicion.“James killed him.”
My mouth dropped open. Although I wasn’t sure if it was in shock at learning my brother had murdered our father orthatJackson had told me, undoubtedly breaking Legion rules.
I slumped onto the couch, my mind whirling as it tried to process the turn of events. My father was dead. The man who had caused me a lifetime of hardship, had refused to acknowledge his granddaughter, and had been nothing but a cruel, heartless man to my family, was dead.
I was free.
Billie was free.
Every day from the minute Billie was born, I’d lived in fearthatmy father would take her from me. And now he couldn’t.
A laugh bubbled out of me. Andthenanother one. Before I knew it, tears were once more cascading down my cheeks, hysterical laughter gripping me as Jackson watched on, staring at me like I’d gone insane.
Perhaps it was an insane reaction; laughing at finding out your father was murdered, and by your brother. But it didn’t feel insane to me. I hated my father with a passion; he didn’t deserve to live in this world, and I was glad he was no longer part of it.
Justwhen I thought this day couldn’t get any better.
In a heartbeat, the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. I jumped up from the couch, earning a raised brow from Jackson as I aimed the remote I was still clutching at the sound system, pressing play for the music to start again.
The upbeat song filled the room and vibrated through my body. Swaying my hips, I held the remote up to my mouth, singing words through tears of happiness. Jackson’s eyes darkened as he watched, and feeling brave, I spun around, wiggling my ass.
Turning back, I licked my lips before throwing the remote down so I could use both hands to caress my body. A snarl twisted on his face, his eyes burning bright. Sliding my gaze to his cock, I smirked at what I saw. He might have looked like he wanted to rip my head off, but the bulge growing in his pants suggested otherwise.
My pussy clenched at the sight, remembering how incredible it felt to have him inside of me. Grazing my hands over my breasts, my nipples puckered against the material, and Jackson’s gaze dropped to them. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and although I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, I suddenly felt drunk under Jackson’s stare.
Fuck, I wanted him. So. Fucking. Badly.
Sucking in a shaky breath, I closed the gap, pressing my pebbled nipples against him. His body tensed, but he didn’t step away. Keeping my eyes trained on him, I raised a hand, placing it on his shirt before gliding it over his solid chest and abs.
His jaw clenched as if a silent battle was being fought in his head. One I wanted him to lose if it meant giving in to me. I reached his belt buckle, and once I undidit, along with the buttons on his jeans, I lowered to my knees. Still not looking away, I freed his cock from its confines, my mouth watering.
How could a cock look so damn delicious?
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I leaned forward and lapped up a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip. At the feel of my tongue on him, Jackson hissed, and one of his hands came up to land on my hand.
With a surge of confidence powering through me, I opened my mouth and took him to the back of my throat, stopping before I could gag. I found a rhythm, sucking his length like a lollipop as his fingers laced through my hair, gripping the strands tightly.
I popped off him, peeking up at him through my lashes, my core clenching at the need shining in his eyes. A salacious grin curled my lips as I trailed my tongue around the head of his cock, before sliding it down his shaft. At the same time, I cupped his balls, massaging them as I moved back to his tip so I could take him into my mouth again.
Jackson growled, the sound hitting me straight in my pussy, which was growing slicker by the second. Pulling him free from my mouth, I was about to suck him again when he yanked my hair painfully, tugging me to my feet.
His hand wrapped around my throat as he held me close enough to him for his breath to skate over my lips when he spoke.“Youjustcan’t help yourself, can you, Kiki?”
I shook my head, my voice a broken whisper.“Not when it comes to you.”
His breath hitched, his grip tightening around my throat.“You want me to fuck you?”
Inhaling a shaky breath, my eyes darted between his.“I want you.”
And there it was. The truth I’d been denying myself for so long. I wanted Jackson. I wanted to be more thanjusthis playthingthathe discarded once he got bored. I wanted to be his everything. Like before.
For a tense second, I didn’t think he would reply. Until he slammed his mouth against mine, his hand freeing my throat so he could cup the back of my head, and hold me still as he devoured my mouth.
The ache between my legs intensified as our tongues roughly caressed each other and our teeth clashed from the frenzied kiss. When he broke the kiss, our chests heaved together as we attempted to regain our breath.
Jackson rested his forehead against mine.“I need to fuck you, Kiki. I can’t fucking bear not being inside you.”
