This Cruel Love

“Look at me, angel,” he urged, so I opened my eyes. It took my breath away to see how much love he held in his. In that moment, I needed to be as close to him as was humanly possible. I wanted to be a part of him.

He pushed his cock slowly into me and I bit my lip, moaning at how amazing it felt to be stretched and filled by him. It was made all the more intense with the fact that we were facing each other, our eyes locked onto each other. This was making love and intimacy at its finest. I knew without a doubt that I’d never want another man ever again. No one else would ever, could ever live up to this. He was my ultimate.

He pulled out to the tip then pushed slowly, torturously back into me. My pussy was so over-sensitive that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was coming again, squeezing his cock and milking him with everything I had.

“I love you,” he said, as he slid in and out of me, grinding his hips perfectly. “I love you.”

He threaded his fingers through mine and held our arms above my head on the pillow. All the time his hips rolled and pushed into me, teasing me into a sublime release.

“I love you too,” I cried and held his gaze with my own. I’d never felt such intense love for another person before. I wanted this moment to last forever, for this feeling to never fade or die. I’d rather die myself than lose this man.

His thrusts became more urgent and he started ramming himself harder into me, pushing my body and making my head bang against the top of the bed. I didn’t care; I loved the change of tempo. I needed it.

“Harder. Fuck me harder,” I cried, and he didn’t disappoint.

His hips slammed so hard into me I swear I’d have bruises after this, but I met each of this thrusts with my own. I circled my hips and bucked into him as he thrust mercilessly into me. Then he became frantic, loosening my hands and grabbing around my waist to hold my body still, to keep me where he wanted me.

“Come for me, angel,” he commanded, and I did, clamping down on his cock and forcing him to growl out his own powerful release. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating inside me, which only elongated my own orgasm, making me grunt and groan with the blissful feeling. Not just because he made me feel so incredible sexually, but in the time I’d known him, he’d taken ownership of my heart and my soul. He was my happily ever after.

I couldn’t deny that I was still reeling from Jackson’s confessions. I couldn’t take it all in. How could my mum do that to dad? They’d always seemed so together, so close. I couldn’t bear to think of her with anyone else. It certainly made my recent avoidance strategy with my parents easier to justify to myself. I didn’t know what I’d say to my mum if I saw her at the moment. Everything still felt raw.

As for dad, I refused to believe that his actions were anything other than honest and lawful. He’d obviously been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He wouldn’t hurt anyone, no matter what th

ey’d done to wrong him. He just wasn’t made that way. He was a good man, the best. I sincerely hoped Jackson would see that too, although I doubted I’d get those two in the same room any time soon.

Travis didn’t let my obstinacy deter him. He rang and messaged me most days, begging me to meet up with him to ‘talk’. It’s a shame he didn’t use that steadfast determination to help me weeks ago, when I fell into Mason’s trap, or months ago when Justin was putting me through the ringer. Too little too late, big bro. I had someone stronger and more loyal in my corner now.

Jackson became my rock, my port in a storm. Being with him felt so right. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without him in it. I didn’t want to ever find out. To the outside world he was reserved, hostile, and guarded, but with me he was open, loving, and attentive. The total opposite to the man I’d met three months ago. I felt privileged to be allowed to see those softer sides of him. Like I was his chosen one. I know he’s mine.

“I need to go to the club, make sure everything’s running okay,” he said to me one dreary Wednesday morning.

“Cool,” I answered, not minding that he needed to work that day.

“I want you to come with me. I don’t like leaving you here.”

I laughed at how child-like he sounded. “Sylvie is here. I won’t be lonely. Don’t worry, Jax.”

“I know, but I want you with me.” Judging from the expression on his face, this wasn’t up for discussion.

“I thought you didn’t want me spying on your club?” I joked, but he didn’t crack a smile at the memory.

“Why would I ever think that? You’re coming. End of discussion.”

“I’d better get dressed then.” I arched my eyebrows at his bossiness and headed out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. He slapped my ass as I walked past him.

“Wear something black and lacy for me to peel off you later.” He gave me a panty melting half grin and I bit my lip. I couldn’t wait.

We parked up at the back of the club, and went in through the back doors. Dennis was inside, giving some kind of briefing to a group of men at a table in the main bar area. He waved over to us as we entered, but didn’t break up his meeting. Steve was restocking the shelves, and when he turned and saw me, he grimaced. I could see Emily, the new bar girl, collecting glasses and milling around the tables. She didn’t look too pleased to be working a shift with Steve, that was for sure.

“Morning boss,” Steve chirped, giving Jackson a fake-ass smile.

“Steve. Have you sorted out the ads for the new bar staff yet?” Jackson didn’t even look at him as he spoke.

“No, boss, but it’s on the top of my to-do list.” He was so smarmy he made my skin crawl.

“Make sure it is.”

As if on cue, Cill walked through the door to the offices and into the bar area to greet us.