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Authors: Christa Lynn

Accepting Destiny (6 page)

“But you aren’t harassing me, and I’m not an employee,” his emerald green eyes glazed over and dilated. “You ready to get out of here? Cause I need to have you to myself tonight.” Jackson says as he stands from his seat, and my eyes scan his body, from his sexy lips down to his.....hello there.


Umm, yeah. I guess we should go,” I smile as I grab my things and shut down my computer, suddenly no longer angry about the car situation. Oh, we’ll discuss it some more, but right now, I’m ready to get the hell out of here and move on to something a little more fun.

He motions his eyes to the key fob on the table, then looks back up at me. “You drive.”

Chapter 6

 

We head down to the parking garage, the Maxima is still parked where it was before, like he never left the garage. I’m sure he did, but he left the car right where it was. He knew exactly what he was doing. I click the fob, and the lights blink, causing a shiver to run down my spine. This is really mine! I get excited for a second, and then that shiver settles in the pit of my stomach. This is really mine, and Jackson bought it....not me.

I freeze in my tracks, staring at the car. Jackson nudges my back, but I can’t move. My feet are stuck to the concrete. “Ally, are you okay?”

I nod, because my mouth won’t work, again. Damn this thing must be attached to my feet. I need to find the foot and mouth store and exchange mine for ones that works, because they’ve been malfunctioning too much lately, and it’s time for an upgrade.

“Ally, what is it?” Jackson whispers in my ear.

“I can’t accept this Jackson, really I can’t. It’s too much, and you won’t let me repay you. I know you said there isn’t a catch, but really? Why would you buy me a car?”

“Because I love you, and you deserve it. You went through hell because of me
, and I want you to have it, please accept it?” He says, as his hot breath caresses the sensitive skin below my ear. How can I refuse this man anything, when he does that? Those shivers come back, and now I’m shaking.

“Get in the car, Ally. Let’s go home.”

I nod, and am actually able to move my feet this time. “But this conversation isn’t over, Bentley.”

He chuckles under his breath
, and I get the feeling that this conversation is over, because he’s not going to let me win this argument. I suddenly realize, I haven’t heard from Heather all day, nor have I bothered to check my phone. I pull it out, before getting in the car, and I’ve missed six text messages from her.

 

H - I’m sry, call me

H - Ally, pls!

H - U rnt 4givn me R U?

H - ALLY!

H - C’mon babe, tlk 2 me

H - Now I’m worried, CALL ME!

 

Shit, I’d better call her. “Hand me your phone Ally.” Jackson says
, as he opens the driver door and gets in.

“I thought I was going to drive?”

“You are.” He says, as he cranks the car.

“How’d you do that? I have the key right here.”

“Ignition is keyless. All you have to have, is the key on your person, or in your bag. The doors will automatically unlock as you get close. You just press the button here, with your foot on the brake and there you go. Now hand me your phone.”

“Geez, bossy tonight,
” I say, as he smirks back at me. “What do you want with my phone?” I ask, as he swipes the unlock screen and starts doing something.

“Syncing the Bluetooth. When someone calls you, you press this button here,” As he points to the little button on the steering wheel,” and the person calling you is on speaker. It’s totally hands free, so your hand
s remain on the wheel,” he says, as he gives me a look.

“What’s that look for?” I ti
lt my head to the side.

“I know how you love your phone
, and now you have no excuse to pick it up while you’re driving. Safety first.”

You have got to be kidding me, right?

Right.

“Okay, I’ll be good,
” I say with a shy smile, like a kid waiting for ice cream after dinner.

“Now, get in and adjust the seat and mirrors, then take us home.”

“Home? Whose home? Mine, I assume, because that’s where I need to go.”

“Yes, your home Ally. I’ll have James pick me up later. Much later.”

I get everything adjusted, and pull out of the parking garage. Damn, I love this car. Or maybe I was just so used to my old car, that a tractor would feel good. We cruise up the interstate and traffic slows at the same place it always does. It’s then I realize I left the Peach Pass in my old car.

“Damn traffic,
” I mumble under my breath.

“You need to get a Peach Pass,
” Jackson responds from the passenger seat.

“I had one, but I left it in the old car. I’ll get another one, because this crap is crazy.”

We poke along at about twenty miles per hour, and after a grueling hour and a half, we finally pull in to the parking lot. “Geez, that was rough. I really have to get another pass, soon.” I say as I smile at Jackson, who is staring at me.

“Like the car?”

“Yes, thank you. But you still shouldn’t have done it. It’s too much.”

“Nonsense, Ally. Nothing
is too much for you, sweet girl,” he says, as he leans in for a kiss. He slants his mouth over mine, and presses his tongue against my lips. Parting them, I allow him in. As his tongue tangles with mine, his palm is pressing against my thigh, gently squeezing and drifting upwards under my skirt.

As his hand gets closer to glory, I scoot back a little and open my thighs
, just a bit. I feel him smile against my lips, and he indulges his fingers, pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit. Letting of a soft moan, he pulls back. “Maybe we should take this inside. Wouldn’t want to give your neighbors a show.”

“Yeah, I thi
nk you may be right,” I acknowledge as I look out my window, which has steamed up a bit from the heavy breathing. Two kids are standing on the corner, giggling and nudging each other in the side.

Embarrassed, I unfold my body from the car
, and Jackson does the same, meeting me around at the driver side to escort me down the breezeway to my apartment. His hand on my back, we walk rather quickly towards my door, while I dig in my purse for my keys.

My hand is shaking as I try and insert the key, so Jackson takes it from me and nudges me aside to open the door. He does this smoothly and before I know it, I am pressed up against the closed door, my keys jangling as they hit the floor
, along with the thumps of my purse and briefcase.

He pulls my face towards his, wrapping his left hand around the back of my neck
, and gently tracing my cheek with the other. His thumb brushes along my lower lip as he leans in to suck it in to his mouth, gently biting and then tonguing away the sting. He likes to do this, and I love it when he does, so I don’t protest the minor pain.

His fingers leave my cheek and trace a path down my neck
, to my shoulder, then tickles down my side, gently grazing the curve of my breast. Sucking in a breath, I throw my head back, and press my hands against his chest. I find out then that my fingers have a mind of their own, as I start pulling the buttons of his crisp white shirt open, exposing his slick skin, and light dusting of hair. I allow my fingers to follow the skin downwards, as I pull his shirt out of his pants and tackle the last two buttons.

My eyes are now on his chest
, and I find it hard to believe this man is standing in front of me, looking at me with his heated gaze. He looks at me, and licks his lips while grabbing the hem of my blouse, pulling it over my head. He’s decided to skip over the buttons, and get the blouse off of me as quickly as possible. As my skin and lacy bra come in to view, his eyes leave mine, and skim my chest. His fingers follow shortly, and trace the edge of the lace that barely covers my nipples.

“Love you in lace,” h
e whispers against my chest, as he lowers the cup, releasing my aching mound of flesh. His tongue swipes over the now hardening nipple, and he pulls it in between his teeth, sucking and teasing. His other hand is stroking my hip, his thumb pressing under the waistband of my skirt, moving to the front and flicking the clasp open. Since my skirt is probably a size too big, it immediately falls to my feet, leaving me exposed in only my bra and panties.

“Mmm
m, Alexandra,” Jackson murmured against my skin. His hands go to my back, swiftly unhooking my bra, a swoosh as it hits the floor. He takes both hands, and cups my breasts, pulling and tugging at the hardened peaks, causing a zing of heat to flow between my thighs. His lips wrap around one, while his hands continue their torture of the other.

“Jackson,” h
is name falling from my lips on a whisper.

He lifts his head and looks dead in to my eyes. “Mine, Alexandra. Always mine.” And he plunges his lips on to mine, demanding entrance
, as his tongue licks the seam of my lips, my own tongue darting out to catch his. Our chests are heaving and our breathing is heavy. His hands move down over my hips, taking my panties with them.

His hands stroke down my legs, leaving heated goose bumps down to my
toes, which have curled back into the wood flooring. Jackson stands back up, and cups my face in his hands, looking so deep in to my eyes, I bet he can see my retinas.

“Spread your legs,” h
e says, as he nudges my thigh. I’m entirely too turned on by this point to argue with his arrogant ass, so I comply. “Now, arms above your head.”

I’m not quite sure where he’s going with this, but I can imagine. I raise my arms over my head, which pulls my oversized tits up - right about where they are supposed to be.

“Keep your hands there, don’t move,” he says as his lips trail a path of steam down my neck, to the hollow of my throat, and back down to my breasts, his heated mouth caressing my sensitive skin as he suckles my nipple. His other hand has ventured between my legs, and is now stroking my swollen folds. “So wet, Alexandra. Just the way I like it.” And he plunges two fingers in to my heated cavern, curling his fingers up to stroke that place that only Jackson can find. Hell, even I can’t find it. The dual stimulation is pushing me over the edge. His fingers stroking in and out of me, while his mouth worships the hardened buds of my breast. I want to touch him, so I struggle to keep my hands over my head.

“Keep them there, or I stop,” h
e says, obviously aware of my struggles.

He lets go of me
, and the void is immediate, but he isn’t done yet. He gets to his knees in front of me, my aching pussy right in his face, and he takes a deep breath before stroking his tongue from my slit up to my clit.

Heated to my core, I throw my head back and groan loudly. I know we are leaning in to the door
, and I can’t seem to care if anyone outside hears. I flatten my palms on the door above me in a feeble attempt to grab on to something, but there’s nothing there but cold wood, which feels good against my hot skin.

His tongue plunges deep in to me
, as his thumb presses against my throbbing clit, eliciting another moan from my throat, but this one sounds like I’m growling. “Oh God, Jackson.”

“Feels good huh?” He mumbles against me as he continues his torture. His fingers are plunging in to me at a more rapid pace, as if he can sense I am about to explode. He roughly strokes my upper wall
, and I feel the wave of intense pleasure start creeping up my legs. He sucks my clit in to his mouth, and pulls it between his teeth, and I lose all control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips, keeping me in a standing position. This I am thankful for, because my legs feel like rubber, and I’m on the verge of collapsing.

The jolts of pleasure flash through my body
, and the waves continue to roll over me, my pussy clenching and spasming around Jackson’s fingers. “That’s it baby, come all over my tongue,” he says, as he strokes his tongue over the flood of moisture seeping, out of me and groans. The vibrations of his mouth then send me over the edge once again, my body shaking, and tears threaten to spill out between my lids, which are squeezed shut.

Somehow I feel Jackson’s hands on mine, as he lowers my arms back to my side. I open my eyes
, and he’s gazing at me with something I’ve never seen before. I know he says he loves me, but right now I can see it. His emerald green orbs are shining, and full of so much emotion, that those tears finally roll down my cheeks, taking my mascara with it.

As I blink back the tears, he swipes them away with his lips, gently kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around me. “That was...” I start to say something, though I’m not sure what.

“Shhhh. I know Alexandra. I know.”

As my vision clears, I see him still standing in front of me, still wearing his pants. His shirt unbuttoned
, and his tie loosely hanging around his neck. I look down towards his feet, and see that he is still very much aroused, his erection proudly bulging through his suit pants. I reach for his pants and he steps back. “You don’t have to do this, Alexandra,” he says, as he grabs my hands.

But I pull my hands out of his
, and go right back to the zipper, slowly lowering it and releasing his massive cock. I pull my lower lip in between my teeth, and chew, so hard that Jackson reaches down and pulls it out of its confines. My lip bounces out of his fingers, and he leans in and sucks it in to his mouth, running his tongue along it.

As his lips massage mine, heated moisture pools in between my legs
, and I know I need him inside me, now. How I can still be so hot from him, after two back to back orgasms, I will never understand, but I am. I look down at Jackson’s cock, and I know he needs a little assistance. I grasp his cock in my hand, and squeeze, my thumb brushing off the droplet of moisture at the tip, and he sucks in a breath, but he says nothing. His eyes flash with desire, and those emerald green pools are now a dark forest green.

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