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JACKSON

The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen doesn’t think she’s pretty.

I’ve known Rosie Taylor on and off for a few years now.

She’s always lingering at the edges of group gatherings until Anya or a friendly face approaches.

It’s like she turns on when her people are with her, her lightness brightening the whole room.

She makes them laugh, her voice rises and her pretty smile takes over her whole face.

Ever since she walked in on me in one of my less than fine moments, snorting a line in Dan’s brand new bathroom ahead of a launch party, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head.

She’d walked into the bathroom as I was hunched over with a rolled up hundred dollar bill in my hands, blinked at me like a deer in headlights, before muttering a quick sorry and slamming the door behind her.

I had tried to find her afterwards to what—apologize? Then I realized I didn’t need to, I’m a grown man. If I want to do a party favor I’m within my rights. Even if I haven’t touched the stuff since that night .

She’s always managed to disappear right when I’m ready to talk to her. But not tonight.

I follow her as she storms out of the wide balcony doors and onto the balustrade balcony overlooking the gardens.

My boy does not do things in half when it comes to his woman. Hiring out a hundred room eighteenth century French Chateau and all its grounds for the weekend. If I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time wandering the halls hoping to bump into the elusive Maid of Honor, that’s my business.

This time, I find her leaning against the balcony looking up into the rapidly darkening sky.

I tug my tie loose as I approach. Resting my back on the thick stone balcony, I face the chateau and the warm lights billowing from the windows. The shadows hide her gorgeous face and all I want to do is tilt her head towards me so I can see her eyes.

“Who told you you’re not pretty?” I ask, ducking so I can catch her blues with mine.

She hides her flinch but it’s hard to miss when you’re looking for it.

It’s the only thing that makes sense, even if it doesn’t make any to me.

The woman standing next to me with her long dark hair pulled away from her face and a burgundy bridesmaid dress hugging her tantalizing curves, doesn’t see how beautiful she is.

She lifts her hand to her face before awkwardly stopping.

“I said it because it’s true, but I won’t call you that if you don’t like it,” I say gently, leaning back with my arm until it’s slightly crossed in front of her. She’s like a magnet. Now that she’s finally given me the attention I’ve been desperate for, I can’t let her go.

She turns her head towards me slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder.

In the dark with the wedding band’s music echoing through the doors, I can’t stop myself from reaching forward and brushing it back, my fingers dancing across her pale skin and gently brushing her clavicle.

Goosebumps break out in my wake as she inhales a shaky breath.

“I can think of some other things to call you if you like.” I sidle closer to her. “Stunning.” My hand trails down her bare shoulder.

“Ravishing.” I reach her wrist and trace my fingers on the delicate skin of her inner arm.

“Jackson,” she says with a weak laugh but she doesn’t step away. If anything she takes a tiny step closer, until the hem of her dress brushes against the tips of my dress shoes.

I gently lift her arm to my lips as I press a kiss to her inner wrist, her perfume invading my senses. “Breathtaking,” I murmur against her skin.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to touch her like this. I’ve been desperate to taste her plush lips and bury myself in her curves since the first second I saw her. Explore the tempting body hidden beneath a dress that hugs her so perfectly and the pretty blush that travels along her cheeks.

I keep my eyes on that pretty face, watching as her throat bobs at my movement. She doesn’t brush me off.

“Sexy.” At that, her head whips towards me but I don’t stop my motion, the backs of my knuckles brushing the side of her full breast. All the blood in my body drains to my groin as I tilt my head towards her and I feel hers shift ever so slightly towards mine. “Beautiful.”

I don’t look away from her eyes as I watch them drop to my lips. We’re so close our noses could touch. I inch forward, gently nudging her nose with mine.

“What are you doing?” she breathes even as she tilts her head towards me, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

I could wait in this moment forever, slowly descending to taste the lips I’ve been looking at from afar for years. “This.”

I raise my hand until it tangles in her thick hair and I hear her breath hitch in her throat before we finally meet.

Her soft lips tremble under mine and I’m barely able to repress my groan at the feeling.

My tongue reaches out to her lip, slowly parting them until I feel hers flicking against mine.

I widen my mouth, allowing her entry and I nearly come in my pants at the delicious whimper that I swallow on my tongue.

I take it slow, allowing her curious little mouth to explore mine, chasing her at every movement.

Her hand rises to my hair, tangling in the strands at the back of my head, gently tugging.

My other hand slides across her silky dress, clutching her closer to me as my tongue delves deeper.

I can feel her breasts pressing against my chest and I can’t stop myself from grinding into her just to hear her make that noise again.

There’s no space between our bodies as I twist her towards the stone balcony.

My hands travel down to her soft thighs and I lift her effortlessly, placing her on the top.

She whimpers and tightens her grip on my hair with one hand and clutches my shoulder with the other.

She pulls away and assesses her new elevated position.

“Jackson–”

“I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

We line up perfectly, my arms wrapped securely around her and her legs falling apart wider, welcoming me in as she tugs my lips back to hers.

I reach for her foot, tracing the shoe I hadn’t stopped myself from returning to her.

I trail my hand up her smooth legs, tugging her dress up until it’s pooled across her thighs and I catch a glimpse of a lacy thong that makes me groan.

I trail kisses along her neck, gently biting her smooth skin and licking away the sting.

I feel her head tilt back, her long hair brushing the hand I have braced on her waist. My cock is almost ready to burst out of my zipper and it’s all I can do to grind against her.

I dance my fingers up her thigh until I reach the lace hiding what I’m aching for. I can feel her heat through the damp material and I gently trace my fingers through her wetness.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, as I tease her through the soaked lace.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, against her mouth. She clasps my jaw between her hands as she nods.

“Please,” she whispers against my lips.

I slip my hand inside and feel her, soft, warm, wet.

I swallow her gasp on my tongue as I flick my fingers across her clit before swiping inside her, feeling her clench around me.

The noises she makes reminds me that we’re in public and I’m filled with the urge to shelter her, to forbid anyone else from hearing the noises she’s making just for me.

“You gonna come on my fingers, pretty girl?”

She nods her head helplessly.

“You look so beautiful riding my hand, Rosie. You’re doing so good. Come for me.” I whisper against her lips.

My praise is rewarded as her pussy tightens around my fingers and I swallow her cry.

Her hands finally leave my shoulders, squeezing my biceps before reaching between the buttons on my shirt, popping them open and sliding her wicked hands down to my belt .

She makes quick work of tugging my belt free and her hand plunges into my pants, wrapping her palm around me. My cock is leaking precum as I thrust into the circle of her fingers. I rest my head on her shoulder as I continue playing with her pussy, her clit throbbing underneath my thumb.

“Fuck me,” Rosie begs, breathlessly. I almost come from her words but close my eyes with a wince.

“I don’t have a condom.” Why the hell don’t I have a condom? Why do I hate myself this much?

Rosie looks at me with desperate eyes. “I’m on the pill.” She bites her lip. “I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone for–well for a while.”

I kiss her before I have to think about her being with anyone else.

“I got tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since,” I say against her lips.

She nods and tightens her grip, tugging me towards her. “Fuck me, Jackson. Please.”

Ask any man in this position, a pretty girl begging him to fuck her bareback on a balcony in a French castle, and see what they say.

Rosie shifts on her hands, sliding her underwear down her legs.

I tug my pants down until my cock springs free and allow her to guide me between her thighs.

I nudge my tip at her wet heat and nearly black out.

I take a steadying breath to stop myself from rutting into her like a beast. I swipe my tip through her wetness, loving the little gasp she makes at the sensation.

Finally, I end both our torture and slowly plunge into her. Her heat envelops me and my head falls to her shoulder at the sensation. She squeezes around me and I think I enter heaven. “What are you doing to me? ”

She tilts her hips, swallowing me deeper. My hand grips her thigh as I press kisses along her neck and rock into her.

We groan together at the feeling. It’s never been like this. Never.

I pull out and plunge back in, lifting her skirt higher on her waist and pulling back to watch us move together. I bring my hand back to her clit and tease her alongside every thrust.

“Jackson, I can’t–” She breaks off with a gasp as her thighs twitch.

“You can, pretty girl,” I purr, snapping my hips faster and hooking her leg higher. “Come on my cock, Rosie. I want to feel you. ”

My other arm tightens around her back, pulling our bodies flush, our wedding finery in disarray. I take her swollen lips in mine and it doesn’t take long for us to both tumble over the edge. Her head tilts back and I press my lips to her jumping pulse point.

We stay like that for a few seconds, catching our breath, until a loud laugh from inside the party has us jumping apart.

Rosie gently pushes me backward but I stay in front of her protectively as she tugs her dress back down and jumps off the balcony whilst I do up my fly and refasten the buttons of my shirt.

A quick glance confirms it’s still just us out here and the laugh was from inside.

Rosie holds her face in her hands and takes a steadying breath.

“You okay pretty girl?” I ask, pushing my hair back.

She lets out a weak laugh. “I thought you weren’t calling me that anymore.”

“I said I would stop if you didn’t like it,” I say with a grin. I want to grab her hand and take her back to my room where I can whisper more compliments she won’t accept into her skin until she can’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to go back inside now.” She doesn’t look at me, awkwardly playing with the clip in her hair.

“I’ll walk you in,” I say, stepping closer to her.

“No, it’s uh—I’m just going to sneak back to my room.” She finally turns to face me, lifting her chin.

I shoot her a wink and can’t help the thrill of seeing another blush rise in her cheeks.

“Alone,” she enforces with a groan before rubbing at her temple. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

“Why not?” I ask, finally catching her arm with my hand. I trace my fingers against her wrist gently but she shifts free.

“This was a bad idea.”

“It was one of my best actually.”

“I think it would be for the best if we just forget it ever happened.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Try,” she says as she turns back to the party. “Goodnight Jackson.” She says as she walks back into the party. She doesn’t look back.