The only problem was that in the morning he was going to ride out to the Los Lobos compound and find his death.
I clung to him so tightly that night, as if I could somehow stop the storm that was brewing. I knew I couldn’t. I might as well have been trying to stop the weather.
Through the window I could see the white orb of the moon. It was a peaceful place. I loved that house. I would happily have stayed there with Jackson. I’d have been able to forget Wolf. He wouldn’t find us there. It would be like I’d never known him. But Jackson couldn’t live like that. I knew that, and I respected it.
“Faith,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel different?”
I touched my belly. It was soft and smooth and warm. I did feel different, but not in the way he meant. I felt safe. I felt like I belonged to someone, a man, a real man, who knew how to possess me. I didn’t know if I felt pregnant or not. I wanted to, but there was no way of knowing.
“I feel safe,” I said.
“Good. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel safe for the rest of your life.”
That’s why he had to go after Wolf.
“You know what they say where I come from?” he said.
“No, I don’t even know where you come from.”
“The Socorro Valley,” he said, “vineyards, the ocean, that’s where I call home.”
“It sounds nice,” I said.
“It is nice. You’ll see.”
I smiled. I liked that idea. I wanted to go back to wherever it was he came from. I wanted to have a life with him. If I was to have a child, I wanted its father to be with me.
“So,” I said, “what do they say there?”
Jackson grinned. “They say, a man that doesn’t know how to make a lady come, is no man at all.”
I blushed. He’d given me more orgasms in the past twenty-four hours than Wolf had been able to give me in two years.
“Is that so?” I said.
He nodded, and climbed down beneath the sheets.
“Jackson, what are you doing?”
He didn’t need to answer. His tongue answered for him, licking my clit softly, his stubbled chin tickling my thighs. It gave me goosebumps.
I gasped.
His tongue flicked back and forth, causing me to squirm in pleasure. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it tightly, trying to stifle my body’s response to what he was doing.
His tongue ran from the top of my clit, down over my vagina, and all the way beneath me till he reached my anus. I was shocked. No one had ever licked me there before. I wanted him to stop. I was terrified. That wasn’t something I’d ever expected to happen.
I covered my face with the pillow as he forced his head between my legs, holding them open with his powerful arms.
I was his now. There was no way I could stop him from doing what he wanted to me. I was at his mercy, just as he’d told me I’d be.
And I liked it.
His tongue pressed against my anus, sending a shiver of excitement up into my flesh. He held my cheeks open with his large hands and licked everything he wanted to lick.
I was glad to have that pillow. It gave me some cover, somewhere to hide, even if it was just in my mind.
His finger reached up and toyed with my clit. His other hand grabbed one of my breasts and softly pinched the nipple. The finger on my clit slid into my wet * and I shuddered with pleasure.
All the while, his tongue toyed with my anus like it was a predator and I was its prey.
I wrapped my legs around his head and clenched as tightly as I could. I had no control over it. My body was responding out of its own sense of self-preservation.
As his finger slid into the wet mouth of my *, his tongue pushed into my anus and I cried out, pulling the pillow over my face.
The orgasm shook me like an earthquake. I clutched the pillow like it was an enemy I was trying to rip apart. Pleasure built up until breaking point and then everything inside me collapsed at once. The orgasm came in waves, shuddering pleasure destroying everything inside me but my ability to scream, writhe, and feel ecstatic, sexual pleasure.
“Jackson,” I cried out.
He came up from beneath the sheets and put his wet mouth on my face. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. When he said I’d beg him, when he said he’d be my complete master, he meant it. He meant every word.
Chapter 14
Jackson
I WOKE UP EARLY, before dawn, and Faith was still asleep. I’d exhausted her.
I rode into town and picked up some fresh coffee, jam, eggs, bread, milk, and butter. I wasn’t sure what she liked but I knew she’d be hungry. By the time she woke, breakfast was ready.
“Where did all this come from?”
“The market.”
“You made this?”
“It’s just a few eggs.”