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Jackson:Remember you said that.
Excitement fills me at the dark threat in his words. And the hope that he follows through on it.
It’s not until the morning, when I wake up with Jackson’s cum still on my stomach, breasts, and collarbone, and get out of bed, that I go looking for my panties. They’re not on the floor, not on my bed. I walk to the bathroom, realizing Jackson must have taken them with him. And God, I want to know what he plans to do with them.
Chapter 5
I ring the doorbell to Sophie and Law's house, looking around at the lawn as I wait. I almost laugh at how immaculate it looks because I know damn well my sister had nothing to do with it. We've never been able to keep even a cactus alive, much less the abundance of flowers I see here. The door opens, and I chuckle as I turn my head.
"You must pay a fortune for your..." My words choke off when I see it isn't Sophie or Law who's opened the door.
"Well, hello."
It's Jackson.
I swallow as his deep voice rushes through me. Oh, it brings back dreams and memories. Dreams made real and turned into memories. Memories that follow me with each waking moment now.
"Are you coming in?"
Is it just my mind or did he really make sure to stretch the wordcoming?
"Yes." My voice comes out breathy, and I hate his smirk that tells me he notices it. He steps aside, and I walk past him. But not before he leans forward a bit, very obviously breathing in through his nose.
"Are you... smelling me?" I ask with furrowed brows. "What the hell are you? A damn werewolf?"
"I bet if I was, you'd just love to be Little Red Riding Hood," he murmurs as Sophie begins walking down the stairs toward us.
I have to fight far too hard to suppress a shiver at his words as she wraps her arms around me.
"Hey, Char. Thank you so much for coming," she says while she backs up.
"Reporting for laundry duty ma'am," I joke.
She laughs. "You say that now, but you have no idea how much freaking clothes we have."
"And you'll have even more after the baby shower," Jackson reminds us.
I peek at him through my lashes, standing to the side of us. Even though Sophie is talking, his eyes are solely on me. I always noticed how much he watched me before, but it feels so different now. Now that I've felt those eyes looking at my naked form. Now that I've felt those lips he's licking right now on mine, trailing along my skin. Now that he's been over me, behind me, inside me. It feels like even him watching me right now is some type of foreplay, getting me ready for him to take whatever he wants from me again.
"Don't even remind me about that baby shower." Sophie scoffs.
I have to force myself to turn my stare away from Jackson to look back at her.
"Aww, it can't be as bad as you're imagining," I tell her.
"If it wasn't Lexa planning it, I wouldn't even be having one. I am not at all looking forward to a bunch of people trying to rub my belly, or asking me how thisoh so greatpregnancy has been. And that's all before I have to paste on a smile and open every last gift and pose for a hundred pictures."
I tuck my lips into my mouth, trying to contain my laughter. Sophie narrows her eyes at me.
"It's all fun and games until you get pregnant, and I get to torture you with a baby shower."
My eyes cut to Jackson again, and I clear my throat. "Yeah, well, that's not happening, so. Anyway, would you like to show me the laundry pile from hell."
"What the hell, Jackson?" Law says as he comes into the entryway. "I asked you to get the door, not stay up with them for biscuits and tea."
"Excuse the hell out of me for taking a five-minute break from the disaster that is us putting together that damn crib."
"Hey, Charlotte." Law hugs me. "Came to join the newborn brigade, huh?"
