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  Chapter 30 (Jackson)

  I prop myself up on one elbow and watch as she yawns and stretches while sprawled out on my bed.

  Her eyes are still closed and she mewls my name in her sleep, which only encourages the morning wood I'm sporting.

  Her hair is a perfect combination of bed head and just been fucked hair. I lean in and get a whiff of that coconut scent that I love so much.

  She stretches again, only this time the sheet falls and her breasts are fully exposed to me. Her pretty pink nipples are just begging to be sucked on.

  A man can only be strong for so long. I don't know where to start first because I want to taste every part of her body. Since her breasts are mere centimeters from my face, I decide, I'm gonna start there and work my way down.

  I move forward and give her right nipple a little lick and wait for her response. And what a response it is, she moans and arches her back, shoving her breasts into my face.

  I suck one nipple into my mouth while kneading the other one with my hand. Her eyes are still closed, but I notice the coy smile on her face. This little minx has been awake the entire time, purposely teasing me with these pretty titties of hers.

  In one fell swoop, I dive under the sheet and spread her thighs apart. I loved making love to her last night and baring my entire soul to her...it was the single best moment of my entire life.

  But right now? Right now her sex is wet for me and I need to issue my own brand of teasing.

  When I look up, I notice that her eyes are still closed and she's still trying to feign sleep and innocence, even though the little coy smile hasn't left her perfect face. Part of me thinks it's adorable, but the other part of me wants to spank that luscious ass of hers for putting on an act in front of me.

  I lift the sheet off her body and throw it on the floor. I position myself between her thighs again and kiss her navel before lavishing it with my tongue. Her hips push up but I grab onto those hipbones of hers that make me lose my mind. “You move and I'll stop,” I inform her. “You wanted to be cute and pretend to be sleeping while you teased me with this gorgeous body of yours...didn't you?”

  She nods and I bite the inside of her thigh. “I said don't move.”

  She immediately goes still and I hear a whimper escape. The sound goes right to my cock and I have to suck in a breath.

  I inhale the scent of her arousal combined with coconut and I barely suppress my growl. I work my way down her body all while whispering how beautiful she is.

  I might be taking the control and teaching her a lesson, but I don't want her to get the wrong idea and think that I'm any less appreciative of her beauty and the gift of her body that she's trusting me with.

  I've very appreciative. I know I'm a lucky man. I've got what most men can only hope and wish to find in their lifetime. I've got a beautiful woman who loves me unconditionally, despite my past. And I'll spend the rest of my life matching that 10 fold.

  I draw little circles on the inside of her thighs with my tongue that has her gasping. I see her hands clench at her sides and I bite the inside of her thigh again in warning.

  She blows out a breath and I know she's becoming frustrated

  I move my head down until I'm directly in front of her pussy. It's pink and smooth, except for the thinnest and tiniest of landing strips, giving away that she is in fact, a natural blonde. I rub my nose against it, inhale sharply and savor it for a moment. Then I slide up her slit, finishing my slow graze with a flick of my tongue against her clit.

  She whimpers again but doesn't move. Good girl.

  I decide, to reward her for being so compliant. If I'm being honest, I'm really rewarding myself because there's nothing like diving face first into her heat.

  I eat her and suck her folds into my mouth like they're made out of goddamn candy and I'm the gingerbread man.

  That's when she ruins her streak, pivots her pussy into my face and grabs hold of my hair. I let myself enjoy it for a moment because, well, it's fucking awesome.

  Then before she knows what hits her, I wrap my arm around her waist, flip her over and prop her up on her knees. Her ass is sticking straight up in the air and I can't help but admire it. More than admire it, I want to build a shrine for that ass of hers and pray to it every day.

  I run my finger down the seam of her ass and she jerks up in surprise. I couldn't give a fuck less about her not moving at this point, my desires are now focused elsewhere.

  I repeat the gesture and her body tightens. “You've never had anyone play with your ass before...have you, baby?”

  She shakes her head and I can't help but thank my lucky stars for being the lucky bastard that's going to bring her pleasure to new heights.

  But, I'm not an idiot. I know that this is something that she needs to work up to slowly. Anyone who tells you that first-time anal sex is a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' with no prep—is a fucking moron who has no business participating in the act.

  I kiss one of her ass cheeks and slip a finger inside her pussy.

  Her back bows and she sighs my name. “At some point,” I whisper. “You're going to let me have your ass.”

  Her entire body goes rigid, so I rub one hand down her back in a calming motion. “But not until you're ready to give it to me.”

  She visibly relaxes and I plant a kiss on her other cheek. “Do you trust me?”

  “You know I do, Jackson,” she whispers. My heart swells at the statement.

  I slowly slip the finger that's wet with her arousal into her ass. She blows out a shaky breath and goes stiff. “I'm not going to hurt you, baby,” I reassure her.

  Making sure not to push my way in, I make small circles around the tight bud. With my other hand, I sink a finger back into her pussy and begin playing with her clit.

  After a moment, she's calm again and moaning my name. Then she starts bearing down on my finger. I'm not sure if she realizes what she's doing, but it sends my own arousal into overdrive.

  “You want me to stick it further in your ass, baby?”

  “Yeah. It feels—” She pauses, and I wish I could see her face right now because I know she's blushing.

  “It feels what, Alyssa? Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

  She pushes down on my finger until it's fully inside her. “It feels good when you play with my ass and my pussy at the same time.”

  My dick twitches at those words, and I have to remind myself not to pounce because as much as I want to, I'm not taking her ass right now.

  She straightens her spine and sits upright. Then she does something that almost makes me come right on the spot.

  She partially sits on my lap and begins riding the finger I have in her ass. I move my other hand around to her front so I can trace her clit at the same time. “I need you inside me,” she pants. “I want you to fuck me at the same time you're doing this to me.”

  I'm so turned on with her statement and the fact that she's embracing her own sexual pleasure like this. I eagerly comply and begin to enter her, letting out a groan when I'm all the way in.

  “Oh my god,” she screams. “It feels even better than I thought it would.”

  Hell yeah, it does. There's no way I'm going to be able to hold off if she keeps riding my cock like this. I'm going to have to speed things along in order to make sure she gets off before I do. I look down at where are bodies are joined and I quickly realize why it feels exceptionally good.

  I'm not wearing a fucking condom. I bring both her and my movements to a rapid halt and slip out. “I have to put a condom on. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful.”

  She doesn't freak like I assumed she would. Instead, she says the words that every straight man loves to hear when he finds himself in this predicament. “I'm on birth control. I've also been tested and I'm clean—”

  She doesn't even get to finish that sentence because I thrust into her. Since one of the membership requirements of the bdsm club- that I won't ever be going back to, was getting tested semi-annua
lly, I know I'm clean as well.

  I hold onto to both her breasts while she bounces up and down on my dick. The friction between us is better than any I've ever felt before. “Oh my fucking god, Jackson,” she screams so loud I know Tyrone's going to hear, but so be it. Lord knows, I've heard him in the act more times than I can count.

  I switch positions then so that I'm thrusting into her doggie style, circling her other hole with my finger, and watching her ass jiggle with my every move. Alyssa's loud moans along with the sound of my balls slapping against her fill the room and it only enhances the act.

  A moment later, I get ready for my favorite part. Alyssa's orgasm.

  I've never witnessed someone orgasm the way she does. It's truly an experience to watch and if I'm being honest, I really revel in the fact that I'm the only one who gets to see her come apart like this. She orgasms with her entire body. She jerks, she pants, her breasts push up into the air, she curses like a sailor, her legs shake, her little toes curl, and her pussy grabs me tighter than a damn vice.

  She's on the first wave of her climax, sputtering curses into the air, when she hits her second wave and starts milking my cock, sucking every ounce of come from my balls. It feels so fucking good I begin roaring obscenities over her loud screams until I fall on top of her in a sweaty heap.

  I feel her twitch underneath me slightly but I'm too distracted by the sight of my come leaking out of her.

  “Momma,” she screeches.

  “Momma?” I question with a smirk. “You mean like, Whoa, Momma that sure was some amazing sex we just had?”

  She leaps up from the bed and her cheeks flush. “I meant Momma, Jackson! As in Momma just walked in, did the sign of the cross while saying the Lord's name, covered her eyes, and walked right back out!” she screams.

  Oh, that Momma. Well, shit.

  I forgot that Tyrone had mentioned something about Momma flying out here. If I thought Momma had bad timing the last time Alyssa spent the night, it has nothing on this time.

  I try hard not to laugh at the way Alyssa's freaking out right now. Momma's caught her own son in the act quite a few times, I doubt she'll even make a big deal about it. “It's okay,” I assure her.

  “Easy for you to say. Despite who gave birth to you, that woman is your mother. And the last memory that woman has of me is watching me strip down for a sex tape. Not to mention, whatever you told her about me when we broke up. This is so not okay. This is mortifying.”

  Guess I didn't think of it like that.

  I walk over to where she is and hold her in my arms. “I love you, Alyssa. I will never let anyone talk bad about you. Please, don't feel ashamed or embarrassed. Everything will be fine.”

  I walk to my closet and throw on a pair of shorts. I hand her a t-shirt and a pair of my sweatpants. “You'll have to roll them up until they fit, but it's the best I can do right now.”

  She still looks nervous so I pull her into another hug. “It's okay, baby.”

  She gives me a small smile and I tilt her chin up. “That's my girl.”

  The corners of her lips twitch. “It was some amazing sex by the way.”

  I give her a wink. “Oh, I know .”

  She begins changing and I head for the door. “I'm gonna go out there first,” I say. “But seriously, don't worry. Momma's not judging you. She's the sweetest, least judgmental person I know.”

  ***

  The swipe of the newspaper against my arm almost causes me to laugh. “Jackson Mathew Reid,” Momma screams. “You think this is funny, boy?”

  This is the first time Momma's ever middle-named me. Heck, I didn't even think she knew what my middle name was.

  I ignore the howling of laughter coming from both Tyrone and Ricardo seated at the kitchen counter.

  She swipes me again with the paper. “I'm fixin' to lay a real hurtin' on you. I trucked all the way to New York because I thought you were going through a hard time and needed your Momma. Then I come to find you screwing some hussy. You're supposed to be the good one!”

  “Alyssa's not a hussy,” I growl.

  She stops mid swipe. “Alyssa? Well, of course, Alyssa ain't no hussy. I'm talkin' bout that two- bit—”

  I almost laugh again when I realize. “Momma, that was Alyssa. She just has dark hair now.”

  She puts the newspaper down. “Well, I see. Glad to hear you worked things out with that girl. Bout' time. Now give me a hug.”

  I pull Momma in for a big hug and Tyrone wiggles his eyebrows at me. “From the sounds that were coming through that bedroom of yours all night and this morning. I'd say you two definitely worked things out with each other.”

  I open my mouth to tell him to knock it off, but Alyssa walks out, takes Momma's newspaper and swipes him across the head with it.

  Momma claps her hands. “I knew I liked this girl.” She lets go of me and pulls Alyssa into a hug. “How you doin', sugar? I like the hair.”

  Alyssa chuckles. “I'm fine, Momma. Need any help making breakfast?”

  She waves a hand and motions for us to sit down. She scans the room and her eyes land on Ricardo. “I reckon I'm gonna be one plate short?”

  He gives her a soft nod and she wipes her hands on her apron. “Hmm.”

  “Hmm?” Ricardo says. “What's hmm?”

  “Well, I never thought I'd say this because that Lou-Lou girl really dills my pickle, especially after she pulled that stunt. But maybe you ought to suck it up and talk to her. That sparkle in your eyes is dimmer, Ricardo. That girl had some kinda effect on you whether you're willing to admit it or not.”

  Tyrone grins. “That's what I've been telling him, Momma.”

  I take the stack of pancakes from Alyssa. “You know, I have to say. I'm on their side of the fence now. Running into Alyssa again was the best thing that could have happened. Even if I did screw it up by getting drunk at her workplace and saying some really messed up stuff. It led me back to her. Lou-Lou's right across the hall, you guys have been ignoring one another for months now.”

  To my surprise, Alyssa nods. “It's true. Don't get me wrong, I was pissed at what Jackson did that night. But, I wanted nothing more than to talk to him and work out our issues. I'm sure she feels the same about you. I don't like Lou-Lou...for obvious reasons. But it's obvious that you both have something—” She pauses and makes a face. “Well, you have something together. And if she makes you happy that's all that really matters.”

  Ricardo rolls his eyes, clearly hating that the focus is on his and Lou-Lou's former relationship. Then he looks at me and gives me a wink. Now I know he's going to somehow use me to deflect the attention off of him. “Hey, Jackson. Did you tell Momma how you basically said that Alyssa was nothing but a good time at the bar that night?”

  Asshole.

  Momma gasps and reaches for the newspaper again.

  “He was drunk, Momma. He didn't mean it,” Alyssa says, rushing to my defense. I reach for her hand and give it a kiss.

  Momma puts the newspaper down and picks up the spatula. Then she turns her gaze on Alyssa. “You work at a bar, young lady?”

  Shit, I was hoping Momma wouldn't pick up on that. Fucking Ricardo.

  Alyssa crinkles her nose. I squeeze her hand as a signal to deny everything, but she doesn't take the hint. “Well, yeah. I mean, it's nothing crazy or anything. It's low-key and—”

  Momma cuts her off. “Do you really think that's safe? You're a pretty young thing...who knows what could happen to you.” She points the spatula at me. “I can't believe you're okay with this, Jackson.”

  Alyssa waves a hand. “It's fine, Momma. Trust me, my friend Shane who owns the bar is usually there with me and he would never let anything happen to me. And it's perfectly safe, there is an alarm system and everything. I always make sure to put it on right after I close up and head upstairs to my apartment.”

  This isn't good.

  Momma puts her hand over her heart and takes a step back dramatically. “You live at this....this bar?
What if one of the customers follows you up to this apartment? Or even worse hides up there and attacks you? Or attacks you when you're closing one night and this Shane character isn't around?” She shakes her head. “No. This just won't do.”

  I've never thought about it like that before, but seeing as I pretty much did that to her not even 24 hrs ago...Shit, Momma has a point.

  Alyssa opens her mouth to answer, but Momma looks at me. “How can you let this happen?”

  I open my mouth to defend myself...but I've got nothing. What Momma's saying makes complete sense.

  I look over at Ricardo and he's happily eating his breakfast and humming to himself. I fight the urge to throw my biscuit at his head.

  I look at Tyrone and he shrugs.

  “Momma,” Alyssa starts. “I like it there and even more, I can afford the rent there. New York is a ridiculously expensive place to live. What Shane charges me for rent is a steal.”

  She points the spatula at her. “Until someone steals you away in the middle of the night and you end up on the news.”

  The thought of that happening makes my stomach knot up.

  Alyssa stands up. “You should come there tonight and see it for yourself. It's a safe place. Come and have a few drinks on me and enjoy yourself.”

  Tyrone snorts. “Momma ain't going to no bar, Alyssa. She can't hang like that.”

  Momma folds her arms across her chest and glares at him. “I can most certainly hang like that. And seeing as I'm here for the next two weeks...it wouldn't hurt to appease Alyssa and see this bar.” Tyrone chokes on his food, but Momma turns her ebony eyes on me again. “I'll see this bar, but I reckon a few changes will be happening by the time I hop back on that plane.”

  I give her a subtle nod and finish the rest of my breakfast while answering her questions about the fight and the two bruises on my face.

  ***

  I stand outside and watch Alyssa through the glass window of the bar. Everyone, including Momma, is there waiting for me to arrive, but I'm enjoying just watching her for a few moments.

  After Breakfast, I walked Alyssa home and I went to the gym. After our workout, I told the guys to head to the bar first and said I'd catch up in a little while.