Page 13 of Trial By Fire (Hope Runs Deep #11)

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

T rish couldn’t help but stare at Jackson, with his confession that he was unloading on her.

She had seriously thought he had grown bored with her, but it was actually the opposite.

The night she and Delbert wound up in a shoot-out during an investigation, he had panicked. It all suddenly made sense now.

“She claims you two are still an item, that she allows you to scratch your itches and that she’s pregnant with your kid,” Trish admitted to Jackson the conversation that was had in the bathroom last night at the bar.

“Babe, she’s not pregnant with my kid. We’ve been broken up for two years.

I fucked her two weeks after we broke up during a drunk binge.

The kid would have already been born. She tried that with my command, and they called her on it.

The bitch is coo coo for Cocoa Puffs. None of the guys on my team can stand her.

One of the guys is dating her friend Tiffany, and there’s an understanding that she is not to attend or know about any team functions we have when we are stateside. ”

“Oh. Ok.”

“In fact, the team has been hounding me and threatening to vote me off because of the fact I hurt you. They love you. Bradley was ecstatic that you came home with me last night and threatened to kick me out of the apartment if I didn’t fix things with you,” Jackson chuckled as he rubbed her back with his hand.

“What are you saying?” Trish couldn’t help but ask.

Trish looked Jackson in the eyes once more, afraid to hope, yet wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. Could she?

“I’m asking for another chance. We can take it slow. Go out on dates when the team is home. Talk on the phone. We go at your pace. I want a chance to prove how much you mean to me. I want to see where this goes.”

Trish stared into Jackson’s eyes, seeing the hope that was there. Could she go back to where they were before? While their sex before was great, what they had last night was the best sex they ever had.

“Um, I do have one question.”

“Ok,” Jackson answered, worry in his voice.

“Was last night a one-time thing where you’re commanding in the bedroom, or will it be that way all the time?” Trish couldn’t help but ask as she bit her lip, feeling her face go bloodred.

“Depends on you. Was that something you liked?” Jackson tipped her chin up so that she was staring into his eyes.

“I actually liked it. I didn’t…I didn’t have to think. It was a real turn-on for me. I mean sex with you was always great, but it just seemed…”

“Seemed what, babe?” Jackson asked, his thumb rubbing her jaw, making her brain fuzzy.

“Hotter. Better,” she admitted, biting her lower lip as she looked at his.

“Thank God!” Jackson chuckled, leaning forward, his forehead touching hers.

“For?” Trish couldn’t help but ask.

“For liking that. Honestly, I’ve wanted to do that sooner, but was afraid to. Afraid I’d scare you off. I’m dominant. Not in everything, but in the bedroom. I need that control,” Jackson admitted as he looked at her.

“Ok. I’ll give you a second chance, Jackson. But, if you break my heart again, I’ll have Rover take out both kneecaps after I let Lola castrate you. Are we clear?”

Jackson didn’t even respond. His grip on her nape tightened as he pulled her towards him. He latched his lips onto hers and stole the very breath that she was breathing. Fuck! The man could kiss.

“Crystal!” Jackson growled as he changed positions.

Before she knew what had happened, she was on her back on the couch, her shirt unbuttoned, and the cups of her bra moved to expose her breasts to his eager mouth.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensations of his mouth teasing her nipples to hard points.

When he pulled on her nipples with suction, it sent ripples down to her pussy.

Fuck she could come just from that alone.

“Oh God! Jackson!” Trish cried out as he nipped her with his teeth.

“Yeah, baby?” Jackson asked as he nibbled his way down from her breasts to her stomach, as he used his hand to undo the buttons of her jeans.

“Don’t stop. I need you!” Trish panted as Jackson let his fingers into her jeans as he moved his mouth back to her breasts and started teasing her again.

When she felt his fingers circle her clit, she growled at the fact he was teasing her. She wanted to smack him for chuckling at her frustration but forgot what she was thinking when she felt him insert two fingers into her pussy.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already soaked,” Jackson groaned against her breast as he nipped the underside.

Trish moaned as she started rocking her hips to get friction against her clit as he fucked her with his fingers at the same time he teased, sucked, and nipped on her breasts. When his thumb touched her clit, she exploded. Screaming his name as she came all over his fingers, her body shaking.

She was barely coming down from her high as she felt Jackson jerk her jeans and panties off of her before he thrust into her pussy, hard. Gripping his shirt, she yanked it over his head, with help from him just before his mouth attacked hers.

She was barely aware when he shifted their position, sitting up on the couch so he could have her ride his cock. Fuck he was deep inside her this way.

“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

Ride him she did. Letting him control the kiss, his hands on her hips, helping to keep her steady, she fucked herself up and down on his cock.

Up…down.

Grind.

Up…down.

Grind.

She yelped when he smacked her ass. Hard. She threw her head back and let herself go.

“Look at me!” Jackson ordered, gripping her nape with one hand.

Trish turned her head so that she was looking into his eyes as she rode his cock. Holy fuck! The sensations came rushing faster than she’d expected.

The fire in his eyes shone as they looked back at her. There was something else she couldn’t place in his eyes. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t fear. It was burning hot. It was as if he was using his eyes to tell her exactly how he felt since he couldn’t say it himself.

“Touch yourself, baby. I’m about to fucking come. I need you with me,” Jackson panted, between thrusts.

Trish followed his demand, reaching down and started rubbing her clit. Just touching her clit sent her over the edge. She gripped Jackson’s shoulders and came, screaming his name, her body shaking.

When Jackson gripped both her hips, he held her still and started thrusting hard and fast from beneath her. He’d always been a vocal man when they had sex, telling her how she felt wrapped around his cock, but never like this.

With one last thrust, he shoved his cock in as deep as he could go, hitting her cervix, both of them feeling that pop around his cock. Trish screamed out as another orgasm hit her hard at the same time Jackson screamed her name, coming deep inside her, bathing her womb with his seed.