Page 49 of Haven (Kindled 1)


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He’s glad to be home. So am I.

Despite his reservations, he seemed to have a good time this week. He worked with the people to set up guard duties and drills and gave advice on constructing a wall, which is still necessary for safety in the world as it is now. He’s never going to be an outgoing person or a talker, but he seemed to like and respect a lot of the people, and they all thought he was a gift sent from heaven.

He is pretty great. I can’t deny it. I reach over and squeeze his knee.

“It was a good idea to go,” he says in his familiar throaty mutter. “I’m glad we did.”

That’s as much of an affirmation as I could dream of.

***

EVERYONE AT NEW HAVENis thrilled by our return, and the rest of the afternoon passes quickly with unloading and catching up on news and having a long evening gathering where we told stories of our trip rather than reading from a book.

I should be ready to sleep for days, but I’m on a ridiculous high as I wash up in my room and put on my favorite pink nightgown. The straps are wearing thin from age and from misuse at Jackson’s hands. I’m not sure how long it’s going to hold up, but I can probably just sew new straps for it.

I don’t want to give it up.

It’s dark now outside and in the house, so I pick up my candle as usual to walk down the hall to Jackson’s room.

It was hard to have a lot of sex while we were gone since we didn’t have much privacy. We did sneak out a couple of times to grab a quick fuck in an abandoned SUV, but it wasn’t all that comfortable.

I open Jackson’s door and step inside. The board squeaks on my third step. I set my candle down on the table.

I don’t hear rustling from the bed. When I blink over in its direction, I can see it’s empty, although the covers are rumpled.

Where the hell is—?

My internal question is interrupted by a startled squeal when an arm snakes around me from behind, turns me around, and then swings me up to drape me over a broad shoulder.

I’m giggling helplessly and pretending to struggle—so much that he swats me on the butt, which generates a ridiculous sharp tug of pleasure. Jackson is grinning wolfishly as he drops me onto the bed and climbs over me.

“Asshole,” I say, still trying to contain my laughter. “You know I don’t go for that caveman stuff.”

He chuckles as he works on pulling my gown off over my head. “Now I know for a fact that that’s not true. The caveman stuff really turns you on.”

“That’s ridiculous. It doesn’t do anything of the—” My unconvincing objection is broken with a cry of startled pleasure when Jackson turns me over onto my hands and knees and pushes my upper body down to the mattress. He smacks my butt a few times and fucks me with his fingers until I come to a loud, sloppy climax that I can barely smother in the bedding.

As I’m still gasping through the lingering spasms, he leans over and murmurs in my ear, “You were saying about the caveman stuff?”

“Shut up. That was an accident.”

He laughs uninhibitedly and turns me over. I pull him down into a hug.

The hug turns into a kiss, which turns into hot, urgent sex. First from behind. Then with me riding him. He’s gazing up at me as I bounce above him, and even in the flickering light I can see the look in his eyes. Something akin to awed adoration. It fills me. Overwhelms me. I come hard and then lean over to kiss him.

His cock slips out with the move, which is just as well. I move down his body so I can take him full in my mouth. I suck him hard until he comes with a long, helpless groan.

Then I collapse on top of him, and he wraps his arms around me while we both catch our breath.

After a while, he begins to stroke my hair, my back, my bottom.

“Were you really lying in wait for me so you could be a caveman?” I ask him. I’m smiling as I lie on his chest, occasionally nuzzling the crook of his neck.

“No. I just happened to be looking out the window when you came in. But I’m never one to let an opportunity pass me by.”

“What were you looking at? Did you hear something outside?”

“No. I was just looking.” He sounds almost diffident now, and I understand why as he continues, “I like the look of it at night. New Haven. I just like to see it.”

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