Page 29 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 11

Jackson

I’m shocked by how much fun I had today. The Zoo wouldn’t have been my first choice but I’m glad we went. I glance to the side and Tinkerbell is clutching the stuffed giraffe toy in her knees. I bought it on a whim when she was looking at the mugs. She couldn’t decide between the elephant and the giraffe one, so she got both.

She looks over at me. “I know you’re looking at me,” she says turning to face me with a smile. She has the prettiest smile and just seeing it lightens something in me.

We arrive at Sweet Heaven, putting the car in park we both get out. Ashley opens the door and I follow her in. The flowery skirt she is wearing is short and as she walks up in front of me I can see the sexy curve of her ass.

Her long smooth, toned legs are supple, her peach of an ass makes my mouth water. She turns and catches me watching. I shrug at her fake look of consternation.

“What? I’m only human and it’s your own fault for having one nice ass,” I say as we come to the top of the stairs. She playfully slaps my chest, before letting us in.

Her flat is everything I expected from Tinkerbell. It’s like a unicorn and a glitter fairy had a baby and it threw up. There are splashes of candy floss pinks and purples everywhere. Fuck, there is even glitter in the paint on the one wall, not a lot just enough to make the wall sparkle, but enough that when the light hits it you can see it. What is curious though is that I don’t totally hate it.

It suits her, she is girlie and fanciful and I kind of love that about her. What? I stop and think about that, I mean not love, I like that about her. Shaking the thought out of my head I shrug off my jacket and place it over the back of the sofa.

I turn to look at Tinkerbell as she picks something off the table, not able to take my eyes off her I walk towards her.

“So, what do you want to eat?” she asks and produces and a handful of menus.

I offer her a lascivious grin and slip my arms around her waist as I nibble on her ear. “You,” I whisper kissing her neck. My dick responds as she leans her body into mine, dropping the menus to the floor and tunnels her hands into my hair.

“Oh really,” she says on a breathless murmur.

“Yeah, really,” I reply and kiss her hard. Her body is soft and pliant, melting into me as if she was made for me. My hands cup the cheeks of her ass pulling her in tighter, kneading the soft globes. God, she is fucking perfect.

I walk her backwards until her legs collide with the cream sofa and then we start falling. I twist and land so that she is on top of me, our legs entwine as our mouths search and dual for dominance. I grasp her head in my hands and hold her still while I take my fill of her, enjoying every sweet taste.

I feel her small, feather soft hands run up the bare skin of my abs as she tries to push my t-shirt up and over my head. I shudder at her touch and my dick swells even more. I need to see her, to see her in all her naked beauty.

Pulling away from the kiss, I look at her kiss swollen lips and her hair that is in disarray. I reach for her top and pull it over her head, revealing the taut stomach that quivers as I touch her. I whip my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor.

“Bedroom,” I say in a voice husky with desire. Yes, I was only in there last night, but around her I could easily forget to breathe. I stand, lifting her with me, so that her legs wrap around me. Her heat is pressed against me and I feel need thrum through me.

“That way,” she says and points in the direction of the door on the left of the hallway. I walk with her not stopping to turn on the light. I find the bed and place her in the middle. I stand and look around for the lamp, I want to see her when I’m fucking her. I need to see the passion in her eyes and I want to see her face when I make her come.

Finding the lamp on the bedside table, I press the switch, light flicks on as I hear her sexy voice.

“Jackson,” she whispers, and I turn to see that she has slipped out of the skirt and is kneeling on the bed in only her pale pink, lace bra and boy shorts. Her tattoos only add to the beauty and seductiveness of the image.

“Fuck, you're absolutely stunning,” I say prowling towards the bed. I see her eyes darken with hunger as she watches me. I reach her, and she looks up at me as I slip my hand to the back of her head and haul her against my naked chest to kiss her. I put my knee on the bed and push her back so that I land between her legs.

Kissing my way down her collarbone, I nip at her delicate skin, and that fateful tattoo that somehow sealed my fate. I kiss and nip my way to the soft swell of her breast, pulling the lace down and releasing her nipple. She is the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen, and as I take the nipple into my mouth, I hear the moan that passes from her as she clutches my head to her.

Ashley trails her other hand down my pecs and reaches for my cock with her hand over my jeans. I moan around her nipple as she squeezes and my eyes nearly cross with pleasure. She knows how to push a man over the edge.

I wonder if anything has ever felt this good. Her hand undoes the zip on my jeans and she reaches in and strokes my hard cock. I let her until I can’t take it anymore and pull back.

“Sorry, Tinkerbell, I need to see you, all of you.”

I watch as she raises up on her elbow and looks at me through hooded eyes, her eyes travel over my body drinking me all in, then stop at my jeans. “You first,” she purrs, and I already know she is going to be a hellcat in the sack. Just her response so far tells me that, but the teasing way she is challenging me makes me harder than I’ve ever been. I grin and accept her challenge.

Retaining eye contact I loosen my belt and shed my jeans and boxers in one go. Her eyes move hungrily to my cock as I take it in my hand, stroking it slowly. Her tongue sweeps out and licks her bottom lip, in that split second, I know I’m done for. Kneeling, I grab the back of her knees and pull her roughly to the edge of the bed. She starts laughing as I pull her, my hands move up and down her legs.

“You want to play, Tinkerbell?” I ask as I lean in to kiss her tummy. My hand snakes back and flicks the clasp of her bra open. She shimmies it down her arms and throws it to the side, her breasts spill free. Yep, this girl is going to fucking kill me.

I grin as I palm the soft mounds and tweak the nipples until she squirms with pleasure. I kiss my way down her body and slowly draw her lace underwear down and off.