56 Comfort

"And I have missed you, my Lita." Jackson grinds his body against mine, making my breath hitch. He was so hard that I felt like he could impale my thigh on it. 

"I've missed you too." I murmur, reaching out to wrap my arms around his neck to bring him in for another kiss.

My phone starts ringing and I groan.

"Ignore it." Jackson breathes huskily against my jaw, his tongue lapping at my neck before he nips and sucks.

A shocked gasping cry escapes me as he grinds his erection right against my crotch as he moves that suction over my flesh, down to my collar bone as his hands begin to remove my clothes. His lips follow the line of my collar bone as he lets me take his shirt off. He pauses and shrugs his arms out of the sleeves his muscular body falling back over me, caging me in his warmth. 

We're starting to work at taking each others pants off when my phone starts ringing again.

"Let me check who it is." I roll my eyes and see that the call is from Lirael. "Hello, Lirael what's up?" I clear my throat as Jackson huffs but finishes stripping me of my pants and underwear.

"Sarina had the twins last night! They're all healthy but tired. However, I'm giving you a heads up too, Brian won't be able to see you on Monday." Lirael informs me.

"Oh she had the twins last night!" I exclaim loudly. One, because I was excited, two, because Jackson was devouring me with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Okay... Tell her.. BOTH of them that I said CONGRATS." I'm mortified but Lirael doesn't seem to notice.

"I will. Talk to you later, Mel!" She hangs up and I drop the phone to the side and grab Jackson's hair as he sucks hard on my clit.

"Fuck!" I let out a moan that hovers between pleasure and pain. When his fingers join in, I'm crying out louder as he begins to finger fuck me hard. He has my legs tensing, my body curling, struggling for air as he violently pulls an orgasm from me that has me screaming my release.

I fall back on the bed panting, my body riding the waves of pleasure that my body has spreading throughout. When Jacksons weight comes crawling up my body and I feel his velvet shaft against my thighs, nudging to get in between them, I know that today is going to be spent in bed. Not that I really mind.

I part my legs for him and wait to feel that exquisite cock fill me.

"Look at me, Lita." Jackson growls. My eyes flutter open and he kisses me. A quick but possessive kiss, that leaves me wanting when he pulls back. 

I whimper, my lips still reaching for his as he gazes down at me.

"Watch as my cock fills you up, Lita." He demands, his cock sliding between my lips and over my clit. My body feels like it's on fire, needing him to enter me.

"Oh fuck..." I whine, lifting myself up on my elbows to look between us. He lifts my hips up with his knees, slides a pillow under my ass and teases my opening with the head of his cock. I bite my bottom lip, rocking my hips to urge him on.

"How badly do you want me?" Jackson smirks as his cock glides over my clit again.

"So badly... I'm feel like I'm burning for you." I whine still keeping my eyes on his cock that pauses before pressing forward just barely into my entrance. "Jackson.. please fill me with your cock. I need you, I need you..." I beg him.

Those words cause Jackson to slide into me, making my breath catch in my chest. Fuck he feels so good. I feel whole, home, safe. I feel him, deep inside of me, fitting perfectly. A jolt runs through me, like electricity as I look into Jacksons eyes who stares at me in a lustful awe. 

"You are so perfect Lita." He leans down to kiss me softly and gently. Slowly, the lustful tension that was heavy between us starts to morph and change into something different. As he begins to rock his hips into me, my body is jolted again. I clutch his arms tightly return his kiss feverishly.

I feel his right hand slide down my thigh, gripping my ass as he pulls my leg up over his elbow. 

"Oh god..." I whimper, feeling that jolt again that makes my whole body tense. He's moving slow, lifting my leg up higher, and I swear he's doing this on purpose. My back arches from another jolt and Jackson groans before picking up his speed. 

"Fuck, baby, did you miss this?" His question is whispered low, his mouth leaving trails of kisses on my calf.

"Yes." I admit. "Too much..." I reach out for him, needing him closer to me. 

He places my leg down and covers my body in his weight, a comfortable weight that holds me under him, not that I want to be anywhere else. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, as we kiss, gasp and find our way to bliss.

After a shower we go downstairs and make breakfast. It's quiet between us, awkwardly so. I don't know how to talk to him right now. Because even after that, he may have been finished with the issues, but I'm not. Who at his company hired Sybil? Why did my company prevent any of Jacksons staff from contacting me? None of it make sense which leaves doubts in my mind and I hate that. I hate that I'm doubting him. Because up until a few days ago, he's never given me a reason to.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jackson places our breakfast on the bar as I pull out the juice to drink.

I shake my head and reveal, "I'm just trying to straighten everything out in my head. I feel like every time we have problems between us, that my feelings tend to be ignored..? No that's not the word I'm searching for... it's like you left something on a shelf to view, you see it, but it's not as important? I don't know... validated? Also this whole ordeal with DD corporation not allowing your lawyers people contact me too. I mean, the company should not have done that. I mean why would they when we have an ongoing business contract together? Who the hell hired Sybil? Why am I doubting you so much when you've proven the past few months that you would not hurt me intentionally? I feel confused and ... alone, even with you here right now." I rub my arms like I suddenly had a chill.

"Let's eat, then we'll talk." Jackson pulls the barstool out for me.

We sit in silence for a minute eating, before Jackson remarks, "It has never been my intention to make you think that I don't think your feelings are important or that they do not need validation. I will try to work on that. If I start to make you feel that way again, please tell me." 

I nod a thank you, before we finish our meal, the air slowly lightening from it's earlier heaviness.

When we finish we clean up and head to the living room and take a seat to enjoy our coffee's while we prepare to talk. 

"What's in the bag?" Jackson points out and I notice the bag his lawyer dropped off.

"Oh!" I smack my head, "Mr. Sawyer dropped it off for you. It's your phone, it's fixed. He asked me to have you call him today."

"He dropped this off last night?" Jackson reaches over and pulls the bag to him.

"Yes. While you were asleep I came down and made something to eat." 

He starts turning on the phone and checking it out to make sure it's working before it starts going off like crazy. After it going crazy and restarting, it seems to be working fine. He places it on mute and places it on the table.

It still is alerting with messages coming in and even I notice the text message from myself that pops up on the screen. The one stating that Ethan and I agreed to not hang out until he's back in town so they can meet.

Fuck.

I see the tension forming on Jackson and know better than to say anything right at this moment. 

"Do you mind if I call my lawyer first? Then we can talk."

I nod, knowing he's asking for a moment to calm and clear his mind to talk. It was giving me the time to straighten out my own thoughts so I can explain what happened. Because Thursday when I sent that text I had meant it.

He takes a walk into the kitchen and I can hear him speaking with his Lawyer. I hear him discussing the possibilities of something happening here in the states and my ears perk up when my name is mentioned. Paying closer attention, I catch paparazzi, then my work, harassment, finding the fucker who hired her, and then a long string of curse words about where the rest of the shareholders could stick their complaints and concerns since he still owned the majority of the company. The longer this phone call went on, the more concerned I was about continuing our conversation afterwards. 

I send a quick text to Sarina, congratulating her and Brian. I tell her to rest well and I'll come see her and the babies after a month so I can get my whooping cough vaccine before I do. That was one thing they had stressed to anyone who might visit once the babies arrived. 

I notice that frustration and cursing in the kitchen has calmed down. Glancing up from my phone to peek at Jackson, I notice he's leaned over the kitchen counter, holding his phone in front of him. I only see the side of his face, but I see the lines of concern, the stress and weight of responsibility that is heavy on his shoulders. He has a multi-million dollar company that he has to run and I know him being tossed in jail and falsely accused of murder did not make things easier. He's probably already lost millions from shareholders losing interest in the company and therefore selling their stocks while prices are still up there. 

I can see his eyes darting over the screen, stress building up in him. It pains me to see him like this, knowing he's worked so damn hard and been put through his own personal hell by his uncle to make him take this on. I set my phone on silent and set it down before I make my way to him. He's so lost in thought, he only registers my movement once I'm within a few feet of him. I wrap my arms around him and just hold him. 

He tenses as he wraps an arm around me but relaxes as he lets out a long sigh. He rests his head against mine and wraps his other arm around me.

"Thank you." He whispers, hugging me firmly, letting me be the comfort he needs right now.