First Surrender (Chance Encounters #3)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Jackson

M y arms are braced, preparing for her to bolt, but after a few minutes, I finally let myself relax. I sprung a lot on her and she is acting surprisingly okay.

“You’re in love with me?” She whispers. We’re lying so close that I can’t see her face but can feel her breath against my neck.

“Hypothetically, whenever you’re ready to admit that you love me too, you can rest assured that I’m in the same boat. Okay?”

“Why do you think that I will?” She asks, but curls further into me and I take that as a sign that we’re good. She’s not running for the hills. I’ve still got her.

“I hope you will. Even if I have to let you win all of our arguments,” I tease, making her huff a laugh.

“Don’t let me win, it’s not as fun that way,” she admits softly. She doesn’t say anything else about the love topic so I let it be. Having her in my arms is enough for now.

In the morning I get Dec on the bus, letting her sleep, and then text Roberta to let her know I won’t be in today. I worked the last seven in a row and need a day uninterrupted with the woman in my bed.

She’s right where I left her and rolls back into my arms as soon as I lay down. Every time she chooses me, in her sleep or for the smaller insignificant things, I celebrate. Her vulnerability is something that I cherish because no one else gets that side of her. It’s all for me.

Her leg hooks over my hip and drags me closer. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” She grumbles against me.

“I couldn’t stand naked in the driveway sending Dec to school.”

“Ugh. You’re so responsible.” She squeals as I squeeze her side, tickling her. “Okay, I take it back. You’re a child.”

“I love it when you’re mean to me,” I tell her honestly.

She laughs and forces my shirt over my head, exposing my upper half. “Mmm, so much better.” Her fingertips explore my chest and down my stomach.

“I used to have abs before you started feeding me.”

“Hmm. I like you the way you are. If you had abs then everyone would think I was a lousy cook. It’s bad for my reputation.”

Any intelligent response dies on my lips as she scrapes her nails along the waistband of my shorts before pulling the drawstring. Her fingertips skate along the edge, barely breaking beneath the fabric. She’s going teasingly slow on purpose and lucky for me, I have all the time in the world today, so I let her play.

I lift my hips to allow her to tug them down, letting her control the pace. When she palms my cock, gently wrapping her delicate hand around it, I can’t control my sharp intake of breath.

She pumps me lazily with one hand, drawing my lips in with the other to slide her tongue against mine, and I’m a fucking goner.

My hand finds her breast on instinct, kneading the soft flesh until her nipples are tight and sensitive, pinching them lightly and making her squirm.

“More,” she begs. “Touch me, Jackson.”

“Here?” I’m already sliding my fingers through her curls, straight to her tight entrance. I enter her with ease, curling my two fingers and pumping into her at the same pace she’s pumping me.

Her hand picks up speed and so does mine, making her wriggle with need. She’s so sexy, moving and arching her back while she opens herself up to every sensation. She might’ve resisted the pleasure the first night we were ever together, but she’s more than eager now.

It’s getting me too worked up and I’m losing my bearings. I want this to last, needing more than a few breaths to calm myself down before I finish in her hand.

I take the reins back, slowing the momentum of our foreplay while her dark eyes blink at me curiously. She’s silently begging for more and I’d be less of a man if I wasn’t willing to give her everything she wants.

When my fingertips find her clit, rubbing her gently, her head falls back in relief. The look on her face, the way her long lashes flutter, makes me want to prolong this exploration all day. I want to see how every touch makes her react.

Except, she’s not on the same wavelength. She’s guiding the head of my cock to her pussy, holding all of the true power in this, controlling me effortlessly. I’m a ticking time bomb but I couldn’t resist her if I tried.

She teases herself, teases me, circling my tip around the tight opening and I can hardly catch my breath. Anticipating what she’ll do next, watching how consumed she is by her pleasure, is driving me wild. When she finally notches me at her entrance, my whole body stills, and she hesitates.

We stay like that, breathing each other’s air as she takes me, barely an inch.

Every muscle fiber in me trembles, attempting to hold back, but dying to bury myself to the hilt inside of her. It’s been so long since I’ve had her and I’ve been dreaming about this moment.

Her arm is anchored around my neck, keeping our heads close while we both stare at where our bodies are joined. “I’m still not on birth control,” she mumbles, distractedly.

I can hardly manage to grunt as a response. I don’t care if she’s not on birth control, I would get her pregnant again in a heartbeat. I’m fucking ready.

“I can go get a condom, I think I have some in the bathroom,” I offer, reluctantly.

“No,” she blurts out quickly. “Don’t leave.” Her hips tilt slightly, sheathing me another inch and I groan.

“Natalie, if you want me to fuck you bare, I will. Right now. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” My heart is pounding in my chest, but she probably can’t hear mine over the sound of hers.

Her eyes snap to mine, full of uncertainty, and pleading for something. Does she need me to choose for her?

I don’t know but I need something from her. A single word and I’ll give her anything she wants.

“Say, please,” I demand, nose to nose, holding her eyes on mine. My body is locked tight with tension, embracing her with a painful grip while her nails dig into my shoulder, begging for more.

I see the answer in her eyes before she voices anything and I exhale in relief.

“Please,” she breathes out the word, slamming her mouth to mine at the same time that I drive my cock into her as deep as it will go. I swallow her cries, pounding into her pussy like a man unhinged because I am. I fuck her like she’s the first woman that I’ve ever seen in my life. Desperate to breed her.

I want to see my cum dripping out of her and I want my baby growing inside of her. The thoughts consuming me are feral. I need to pull out, that’s the right thing to do but fuck, I want to fill her.

“Jackson, yes, yes,” she cries, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Where do you want my cum, baby?” I ask desperately, giving her an out if she needs one. She can tell me anywhere but her sweet pussy and I’d listen. I’d do anything she wants, but if she doesn’t say anything I’m going to explode inside of her. I’m so fucking close, my thumb on her clit isn’t making any type of rhythm.

“Jackson.” Her voice is softer this time but filled with wanting.

“Do you want me to fill your sweet cunt, fireball?” This is the last question I have in me, so it better drive home my point.

“I need it, please!”

The last word is all it takes to tip me over the edge. I pull her hips to mine with bracketing force, spilling my release as deep as I can get it while she cries out, her pussy squeezing and contracting around me with the same desperation I felt.

Long after our climaxes ease, I’m still buried deep inside of her while she traces my back with her fingertips.

“Jackson?” She asks over my head.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Are you okay?”

My head snaps to hers. “I’m great. Why?”

She laughs. “You hadn’t moved and I was worried that I broke you.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No, but I wasn’t sure if it was normal to cuddle like this afterward. With you still inside of me. Most guys bolt.” She laughs softly.

“It’s my new normal. Fuck those other guys,” I mumble as I bite her neck playfully. But I hate every man who has ever been in her hemisphere.

“I know it isn’t likely since I just had my miscarriage but aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” Her voice is suddenly small.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Why?” Her confusion makes me hold onto her tighter. I want to squeeze all of the terrible thoughts and experiences out of her so she never underestimates me again.

“Because I want you pregnant again as soon as possible,” I admit, arching my head down to kiss her stomach.

“You’re not being serious.” The astonishment in her voice is clear.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I want as many babies as you’ll let me have with you.”

“You’re crazy, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Six? How about we have six,” I suggest.

“SIX! Why six?”

“That’s how many dining room chairs I have.”

“Then where will you and I sit?”

Her question makes me chuckle. “I’ll buy more chairs.” I bring myself up to my knees, disconnecting our bodies while she stares at me in disbelief.

“You’re serious?” She sits up, leaning on her hands and it makes the cum I filled her with start to leak. With two of my fingers, I push it back inside of her, making her gasp.

“I’m going to redo your room and give it to Dec. Then I’m going to call my builder and start plans on adding more rooms to the house. You’re going to get a big ass SUV with a big bow on it for Christmas.” I’m pumping my fingers inside of her as I explain all the plans I have.

“You’re going to finish culinary school and hang your plaque on the wall. Use it, don’t use it, I don’t care as long as you’re happy. You can spend your days cooking for our family and making big Sunday dinners.”

“Jackson,” she moans my name as my thumb grazes her still-sensitive clit.

“We’re going to take pictures of everything, start traditions on every holiday, and fill this house with memories. Our house, sweetheart.” I’m getting worked up watching her face flush with her pleasure. Her hair is wild and her chest is pink.

Her channel was already slick from my release, but it’s getting wetter while I play with her. Crooking my fingers to rub her g-spot, I use my other hand to hold her thighs open because her muscles are tensed, resisting the heightened sensations.

“Relax for me, don’t fight it.”

“Jackson, I can’t it’s too much,” she breathes heavily.

“Yes, you can. Let go, for me. I’ve got you.” Her eyes find mine and I feel her body give in as her knees fall open.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Her walls clamp around my fingers and she cums hard, her juices soaking my hand and the sheets. I’m staring at her pussy in amazement as her torso falls back against the bed and she catches her breath.

I want to do that again.