“It's fucking weird how much you look alike, though, huh?”
“Can you blame the man for having good taste?”
He walks over to me and puts his arms around me. He looks like he's about to say something, but Tyrone, Ricardo, and Momma walk into the room.
Ricardo whistles. “Did you guys see that smokin' hot nurse walking down the hall.”
Jackson grunts but I put a hand on his arm. “You should get her number, Ricardo. I happen to know for a fact that she's single.” He looks excited, until I add. “However, she's not a 'hit it and quit it'. So if you pursue her you better be serious. She's been through enough.”
“Nah. I already learned my lesson when it comes to broken and damaged girls.”
Jackson and Tyrone look at him but he averts his gaze and rubs his neck. “I'll meet you guys in the car.”
“I knew he had it bad for Lou-Lou but damn,” Tyrone declares after Ricardo walks out.
“There's definitely a story there,” Momma says. “Poor guy is all kinds of hurtin'.”
Jackson nods but turns to look at me. “I'm gonna ask Shane to bring some of your clothes to my apartment, okay?”
“Are you sure? I really don't want to impose.”
He lifts my chin. “Alyssa, I take care of what's mine and what I love. Don't you ever forget that.”
Almost a week later I'm feeling much better, but since I'm just getting my appetite back, Momma says I'm still not allowed to live at my bar. Those were her words, not mine.
Jackson has been nothing but attentive and caring. He's held me through the night, brought me tissues and magazines, rubbed my feet, and brought me a hot bowl of Momma's soup every hour on the hour, even when I could only stomach a few small bites.
He never once made me feel like I was imposing on him and his life. In fact, every time I tried to go back home, he'd sic Momma on me. I learned very quickly that Momma's not a person you want to argue with because I'd be sure to lose every time.
I turn over in the bed and watch Jackson as he sleeps. The mid-morning sun is peeking in through the corner of the curtain giving me just enough light to be able to enjoy the visual of his beautifully sculpted body.
Nothing puts a damper on a couple's sex life like being sick. Needless to say, Jackson and I haven't been able to enjoy one another in that capacity.
But seeing as I'm feeling almost good as new now. I'm thinking it might be time to indulge a little.
I brush my lips against the sexy stubble grazing his jaw before making my way down his neck.
When I look up I notice that Jackson's eyes are still closed, but the boyish lopsided grin on his face tells me that he's very much awake.
I kiss his chest and continue down lower. I run my tongue along both sides of the V of his lower abs and I hear him let out a low groan.
That deep groan of his only fuels me on. When I slip my head beneath the sheet, I see just how much he's awake. I lick the small drop of precome that I see on the fabric of his boxers. Deciding to tease him a little, I place my mouth over the material covering his erection and suck. I find the opening of his boxers and flick my tongue against it, needing to taste him.
Jackson lets out a curse and raises his hips. I eagerly repeat the movement and he reaches down and twirls my hair around his hand before looking down at me. “Are you sure, baby? I mean, are you feeling good enough for this?”
I nod and pull his boxers down all the way. I open my mouth, but Jackson hauls me back up and lays me across his chest.
I frown, until he cups my face in his hands and searches my eyes. “You're so beautiful it hurts sometimes, did you know that?”
My heart soars...until I think about how I must look right now. My hair is in the messiest of messy buns, my eyes are puffy, and my nose is raw from all the tissues I went through in the past week.
This is not just some smudged mascara and chapped lips. Oh, no. This is me looking like a cross between a zombie and a corpse.
I bury my head into his chest and cover my face with my hands.
“Wow, you really know how to take a compliment,” Jackson says, his voice light with humor.
“I look like I could audition for The Walking Dead right now, Jackson.”
He laughs. “Some of those zombie chicks are pretty hot.”
I take the pillow from my side of the bed and hit him with it.
He wraps me in his arms and I can feel his heart pounding rapidly against my back causing me to lean into him.
He gives my shoulder a kiss. “Remind me never to tell you how beautiful you are right when you're about to wake me up with a blowjob again.”
I turn slightly and raise a brow. “Please, you were definitely awake.”
His gaze turns sultry as his fingers begin grazing my upper thigh underneath my shorts. “Maybe,” he whispers.
I moan as the pad of his thumb skims the edges of my panties. “I can still give you one, Jackson.”
He moves my panties to the side and his pointer finger trails along my outer lips. It takes everything in me not to fall apart and start writhing like a cat in heat. “Rain check,” he whispers. “Because right now, I'm too busy loving how wet you get for me when I'm barely even touching you.”
He traces my slit with his middle finger. “I love that you're soaking my finger and I'm not even inside you yet.” He repeats the teasing motion. “Tell me, baby, how wet are you gonna be for me when I stick my finger in this pretty pussy of yours?”
I'm so worked up I don't care anymore, I grind my ass against his cock and let out a small gasp when he presses his thumb against my clit. “Answer me, Alyssa.”
“Why don't you find out?” I tell him. He doesn't waste another second, he pulls my shorts down and two of his fingers dip inside me. “Fuck, baby. You're drenched.”
I suck in a breath and swerve my backside against his erection again. He nibbles my earlobe. “You trying to tell me that you want something?”
I nod eagerly and he thrusts into me. “Well, if you want me,” he rasps. “Put me inside you.”
Desire strong enough to make me dizzy infuses me as I reach behind me, take him in my hand and slowly proceed to slide him inside me.
He lifts one of my legs and rests it on the outside of his before he begins thrusting inside me. This is the sexiest spooning I've ever been apart of—this position is so intimate.
He reaches around and swirls my clit with his fingers. “Oh fuck, don't stop,” I scream. His pace picks up and a minute later I'm a cursing, twitching mess around him as my orgasm takes hold of me.
“Fuck, I love the way you come all over my dick, baby,” he says. His body tightens, his own breathing is labored and he thrusts into me one last time before I feel the spurt of his release.
He rolls me over until I'm underneath him and kisses my nose. “You're still so beautiful it hurts. Zombie or no zombie.”
I fling my arms around his neck and breathe him in. “I'm in love with you, Jackson Reid. You've ruined me for anyone else.”
He rubs his nose along my jaw. “I'm in love with you. You're my first, my last and my only love, Alyssa Tanner.” He looks up at me and my heart flutters. “I want to grow old with you,” he whispers. “I want to let you win at bingo, I want you to help me find my dentures, and I want to spend the evening watching the sunset with you every night from our two rocking chairs.” He rests his head on my heart and my eyes fill with tears. “And when I die, you'll be my last thought. When my life flashes before my eyes, I'll see nothing but you. Because you already are the very best part of my life.”