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“I didn’t realize there was anything to talk about.” He murmurs.
“Well, what are we? Are we together again? Co-parenting? Friends?”
His lip curls in distaste. “Don’t act stupid, Cara.”
“I’m not acting stupid! I’m curious! We do this little hot and cold act, but I don’t know how you really feel? Sometimes you look at me like you want me, and other times—like now—” I emphasize, and his expression drops, “it seems like you want to run me over with your wheelchair.”
“I kind of do want to run you over with my wheelchair.” He leans forward and nuzzles into my neck.
I elbow him. “Stop. I mean it. Are we a thing?”
“Define a thing.”
“Stop being stupid, Jackson.” I push his face away from me, irritated.
He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not being stupid. You’re being stupid for thinking we’re a thing. A thing, Cara? A fucking thing? I’m offended.”
“Well, you never give me any indication of what we are! I’m always in the dark.”
“We’re past thing status, and I’m a little fucking pissed you suggested otherwise. We might have had a minute there, but I figured we were past that. Maybe I was wrong.” He goes to push me off his lap, but I wrap my arms around his neck and cling on.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” I nuzzle into his neck this time, just needing some kind of affection from this cold, calculated monster. He never does anything out of context, always knowing what move he’s going to make. I need a spontaneous moment where I can feel how much he wants me. I need to feel it.
“I just want you.” I sigh into his neck, pressing my lips against his cold skin. My tongue peaks out and glides across his skin, and I almost groan when I taste the saltiness that is Jackson.
I missed this.
He tries to push me off him again. “Come on, Cara. Not now.”
“Why not?” I stand up suddenly, slapping my hands against my sides. “I want you to want me. Do I not appeal to you anymore? Is that it? I had a baby and I’m not attractive to you anymore?” Yes, it’s true, I’ve gained some weight after Wesley, but I feel like I look decently hot for a new mom. I might never be back to where I was, but I don’t feel like a fat heifer, at least.
His lip curls up. “Shut the fuck up, Cara. You know you’re sexy as fuck or else you wouldn’t be flaunting those tiny ass clothes around me. There’s no point in having this go any further because it can’t go any further.”
When his head slightly nods towards his legs, I finally understand.
“You think the only way you can please me is through sex? There’s plenty of other things we can do.”
He bites his lip, and I keep going on. “I know it might be different, and we have to learn, but does that mean we can’t have any fun at all?”
His eyes head, swirling a liquid green as a fire lights behind them. He says nothing, his hands dropping to the arms rests on his chair as he waits for me to make the next move.
Grabbing ahold of my bravery while I have it, I unlock my phone and press play on the playlist of songs I put together today. Yes, I was bored and was daydreaming about how to seduce Jackson while playing with my son.
When the most sensual R&B song that I could find comes on, I walk up to him. Spreading my legs, I lean forward and place my hands on the headrest on each side of his head. My cleavage shows, my heavy breasts spilling out of the tank top and begging for attention.
Jackson swallows, and I watch his adams apple bob in anticipation.
I lean forward further, shaking my cleavage in his face slightly and running my hand down his arm. I turn around, letting my ass stick out in front of him. I run my hand over my ass, giving my cheeks a little shake before I bend down and do a little ass shake in front of him.
He groans.
When I stand up, I cross my arms in front of me and grab the hem of my tank, lifting it slowly over my head. Tossing it aside, I run my hand through my messy hair and walk up to him. This time I lift a leg and place it on his wheel, grinding down on him to the beat of the heavy bass.
He hisses through his teeth. When I glance at him, he’s looking between my legs. I glance down and see a heavy wet spot in the center of my shorts.
I can smell my arousal.
As if Jackson can hear my thoughts, he inhales a deep breath and closes his eyes.
