I needed to take a little break but I didn't intend it to be this long. I am horrible and I am sorry…BUT I'm hoping this chapter's contents will get me forgiven. If not, I can always beg. Haha!

So I hope you enjoy Chapter 8. I have already begun Chapter 9 so I promise it won't be late. It will be posted by next Sunday on schedule.

Thank you so much for reading and a big thank you to Tima83 and Starchick7003 as always! I heart you all!

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Chapter 8: "I Lust You"

Sound check went by in a blur. Most of the time I was just staring at Jackson and he was staring at me. It was like we were in our own little world, only willingly escaping it when we were summoned for a question or something else. After I'd decided I was finally ready to be with him, I was incredibly anxious to finally be alone with him. There was no more uncertainty. There was no more fear. I knew how much he cared about me and he knew how much I cared about him. It was going to be amazing.

On the drive to the venue I had thought about a plan to get my nightie. Since the sound check was going to be over by 5 for Abolish Luck and Jackson would be busy with 100 Monkeys doing interviews, I was going to go back to the hotel and get ready for the show and just pack my nightie in my gigantic purse. It would work beautifully and he wouldn't know I had it until he saw me wearing it later. I hoped he would be pleasantly surprised.

When Evan and the guys had arrived, Evan informed me that our parents were going to meet us at the hotel at 6 and they'd follow us to the venue. The show didn't start 'till 8 so that would give us plenty of time to introduce them to the Monkeys…and Jackson.

My own meeting with the Rathbone's couldn't have gone any better, but for some reason, I was extremely nervous to have Jackson meeting my parents. Tom was a good guy but he was just as protective, if not more protective, of me than Evan was. Tom had adopted Evan and me the week after he married my mom. My father had no problem giving us away. He saw it as a chance to get out from under the child support. Tom had been my "Dad" in every sense of the word from that moment on. He would never approve of someone he thought would hurt me. Since Evan had been worried about that very thing, I was afraid Tom would too and I didn't want to deal with any more opposition.

I didn't get to talk to Jackson much and only got to give him a quick kiss when I left, but I made sure he knew how much I was looking forward to our evening by sending him quite a few dirty texts.

I was now in my hotel room putting the finishing touches on my concert outfit that I'd borrowed from Stacy. She'd wanted to buy me something new but I wouldn't let her and I made sure she knew that I wasn't going to let her pay for anything before we were in the stores, that way she couldn't embarrass me.

I'd bought the "Meet the Rathbone's" outfit from a department store that had decent clothing for modest prices and even though Stacy scoffed at the store itself, she gave her seal of approval on the outfit.

I stood looking at myself in the mirror in Stacy's white and black plaid shirt and black skirt. The shirt's fabric was thin and almost see through so I wore a white tank top underneath. It was a very pretty and girly ensemble. I opted out of wearing heels since my feet were killing me by the time I got home from the last show and decided to wear some plain black flats instead. I straightened my hair again and added darker and more sultry make-up. As I was giving myself one final look, there was a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it to see Evan and my parents standing there.

"Mom!" I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in to my room. "I'm so glad you guys are here!" I hugged Tom next.

"Sweet heart, you look gorgeous," Tom said. He took another look at me and smiled really big. "You hardly ever dress up."

"She cleans up real nice doesn't she?" Evan added. "You should've seen her in the dress she wore for the Boudreaux's gig. The guys couldn't keep their eyes off of her."

I blushed and waved my hand in an attempt to get the attention off of me. "We should probably get going. It's already after 6," I said and looked at Evan.

"Yeah you're right," Evan agreed and then turned to my Mom. "Are you guys ready to go?"

Mom nodded her head. "We've already checked in to our hotel and we grabbed a bite to eat on the way in so we're good to go." She actually looked excited and it made me want to laugh. My mother was about to attend a rock show full of cussing, sexual innuendos, and loud music. Of course she'd seen Abolish Luck perform a few times but never at anything like this. I was interested to see how she'd handle it.

Mom and Tom followed us to the venue and we got them both VIP tags so they could be in the area before the actual show started. We ran in to Lani on the way in and I introduced her to my parents. Lani started to rush off so I jogged up to her.

"Hey Lani, wait up!" I called after her. "Where's Jackson?"

"He and the rest of the guys are finishing up an interview. They'll come out for the meet and greets in just a few minutes," she answered.

"Ok, thanks." I wondered if he was even going to have time to meet my parents. I couldn't say that I would be completely disappointed if he didn't.

I walked back over to my parents and helped find them a seat in the bar area. My mother ordered a Rum and Coke which surprised the hell out of me. She had only drank alcohol in front of me like 3 times and all 3 didn't happen until after I was 21. Tom was a beer drinker. The type of guy that had a few beers in the evening after work and during the game. So of course he ordered a beer. I decided to partake in a little alcohol myself and ordered a beer. We had just sat down when I saw Jackson and the rest of the guys come walking out from the back.

I was just about to stand up and wave him over when he caught sight of me and smiled. He said something to Jerad, gesturing in our direction and Jerad stopped the rest of the guys. They all looked over at us and then started walking over.

The nerves returned as they got closer and I kept having to remind myself not to vomit.

"Mom, Tom, this is Jerad Anderson, Ben Johnson, Ben Graupner, Uncle Larry." I gestured to each of them as I said their names. I took a deep breath as I got to the last, most important introduction. "And this is Jackson Rathbone."

The oh-so-polite boys exchanged handshakes with Tom and hugs and kisses on the cheek with my mother. I was really hoping they'd make a good enough impression that Tom wouldn't feel the need to interrogate Jackson. Unfortunately, they didn't.

"So you're Jackson," Tom stated matter-of-factly.

"Yes sir. It's very nice to meet you both," Jackson said. "It's easy to see where Rhiannon gets her good looks," he added and smiled at my mother. I was pretty sure my mother was melting in to a puddle of goo at that moment.

She blushed and mumbled something that sounded like "Thank you" but I couldn't be sure.

"Mmhmm," Tom scoffed. "So Jackson, what are your intentions with Rhiannon?"

Oh…My….God…He did NOT just ask that…

"Tom!" I whined.

"What?" he asked innocently. "I probably won't get to see him again for a while and I want to know exactly who you're spending your time with." He turned his attention back to Jackson and waited for an answer.

Graupner laughed and nudged Jackson. "Hey man we're just gonna be over there," he said and walked away. The rest of the guys joined him, leaving Jackson to deal with my parents by his self.

Jackson moved closer to me and gave me a reassuring smile, letting me know it was ok. He then returned his attention to Tom.

"I care a lot about Rhiannon. She's an amazing woman. I would like to have a future with her, but right now we're taking things slow. We want to get to know each other more before we commit to anything long term," Jackson spoke with ease. He didn't seem thrown or nervous by the question in the least. It made me wonder just how many sets of girlfriend's parents he'd met in his lifetime.I made a mental note to ask him that at some point.

Tom's face softened and he even smiled a little. "That's good to hear. Rhiannon is very special to me, Jackson. I don't want to see her get hurt and I'm sure you can understand my concerns when it comes to being in a relationship with someone in your line of work."

"Yes sir, I do understand your concerns. I have the same ones. The last thing I want to do is hurt her," he assured Tom and slipped his arm around my waist. "All I want to do is make her happy."

I could feel myself smiling like a complete fool but I didn't care. The things Jackson was saying made me want to take him in the back and give him a preview of coming attractions. His confidence and certainty was the most attractive feature about him and he was definitely working it with my parents.

Jackson's answers apparently pleased Tom so he got off the subject and they made small talk about the show for a few minutes. Lani came over and told Jackson it was time for the Meet and Greets so Jackson shook Tom's hand and gave my mother a quick kiss on the cheek, promising to see them after the show, and then took off with Lani. I watched him as he walked away entertaining a few naughty thoughts in my mind. I was definitely going to have to properly thank him later for being so great…

"You really like him, don't you?" My mother asked abruptly putting an end to the porno going on inside my head.

I smiled like a fool again and nodded.

"He seems alright," Tom chimed in. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, kiddo. I just don't want to see you get hurt." He kissed me on the cheek and smiled. "Besides, what kind of Dad would I be if I didn't give your boyfriends a hard time?"

I blushed. "Jackson's not my boyfriend, Tom." I looked away, hoping it would convey the message that I really didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Yes, he is," Mom said. "Jackson is your boyfriend in every meaning of the word, Rhiannon. The only thing that's missing is for you two to embrace it. I appreciate that you two are trying to take it slow and I think that is a great idea, but it doesn't mean that you can't take it slow in your relationship."

"A relationship would complicate things right now, Mom," I said quietly. "Can we just not talk about this anymore?"

"Hey Rhi, Lani needs you for a minute." Evan saved the day. I nodded and mouthed "Thank you" as I brushed past him and made my way towards Lani.

"Did you need me?" I asked her as I walked up. She was taking a picture of a fan with the guys so she held up a finger signaling me to hold on a minute. Once the picture was taken and the girl was happy with it, Lani handed the camera to someone I'd never met and then joined me.

"Sorry about that," she huffed. "Yes I did and do need you. Did Marty mention to you about our plans for you guys? About recording?"

My eyes got really wide and she giggled at my response. "I'm gonna take that as a no," she snorted. "Well we want to get your boys in the studio soon so –" Someone called Lani, interrupting her and she rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. "Shit! I guess this conversation will have to wait until later. Are you guys staying after the show?"

I laughed and nodded. "Of course. Just let me know when you get a free moment. I can't wait to hear the plan," I said excitedly.

Lani smiled big and then took off in the direction she was being summoned to undoubtedly diffuse a problem. I swear if there was a real Superwoman, Lani would be it.

I decided to go check on the boys instead of going back to my parents. It was getting close to 7 and I wanted to make sure they were ready to go. I made my way to the back and down the hall to the dressing room. I knocked lightly and Chris swung the door open, a wide smile planted on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked him as I walked in. He just shrugged as he moved out of the way, but the smile never left his face. Jerry was doing his jumping up and down to build adrenaline thing while Eddie and Evan were rehearsing a part in the new song they would be premiering tonight. Chris was just kind of there.

Eddie, Evan, and Jerry stopped what they were doing as soon as they noticed I'd walked in. I tried to hide my excitement, but I'm a horrible actress so my smile broke through despite how hard I had tried to stop it.

Eddie looked between me and Chris and said, "You 2 look like the Cheshire Cat. What's going on?"

"I don't know what he's so happy about, but I have some big news for you guys although I don't know all the details yet so I'm afraid to say anything about it right now," I rambled.

"Just spill it, Rhi," Evan insisted.

"Ok well you know how you told me Lani needed to see me?" I started. When he nodded, I continued, "Well she didn't have time to really tell me much about it, but she mentioned that her and Marty have a plan for you guys that would include recording. She wants to talk to me about it after the show."

"Holy shit! For real?" Jerry wasn't bothering to hide his excitement and it made me giggle.

"Are you fucking serious, Rhi?" Evan asked. He stuttered a little bit more before just busting out in a round of laughter. He picked me up and spun me around.

"Guys calm down!" I said through my laughter. "We don't know any details yet."

"Fuck details!" Eddie yelled and hugged me tight. "You'll take care of the details because you're the shit, Rhiannon. We're gonna celebrate. Shots?" He pointed around the room at everyone and we all nodded so he took off to the bar.

"I'm glad you're all happy. I'm excited too, I just wish I had more to tell you but we'll talk tomorrow after I've had a chance to talk to Lani and Marty."

"We could talk tonight, couldn't we?" Chris asked.

Shit.

"Um. Well. No, I can't do it tonight," I said nervously. I was hoping they would just let it go, but I knew they wouldn't. It's just not in their nature.

"And why not?" Jerry asked, an all-knowing smile spreading across his lips.

"Because I just can't ok?" I snapped as my face flushed red.

Jerry and Chris laughed, but Evan just looked at me. He didn't look angry or worried or…anything really. It was just a blank expression.

"Alright guys, cut it out," Evan finally said. "If Rhi can't do it tonight, we'll get together tomorrow morning and talk about it. What time do you think you'll be back, fearless leader?" He chuckled and I relaxed. He knew exactly what I was up to and he wasn't making a big deal about it. I wanted to hug him senseless at that point and I'm pretty sure the smile on my face let him know that.

"I'm thinking about 10 would be perfect. We're not leaving until noon anyway so that will give us plenty of time to discuss everything and let Lani and Marty know something before we leave in case we have to sign papers or something."

As the boys were agreeing and talking amongst themselves excitedly, Eddie came back with the alcohol and sat the tray down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What's going on?" he asked as he started handing out the shots.

"We're meeting at 10 tomorrow to talk about the recording thing," Jerry filled Eddie in. "Hey which room are we meeting in?" Jerry looked between Evan and I.

"Well I guess we could meet in my room," I offered. "It's bound to be a hell of a lot cleaner than any of your rooms."

"Yeah but only because you're not staying in your room tonight," Jerry shot back and him and Chris snickered.

"Jerry I swear to God, if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to give you a nice black eye to sport on stage tonight. I'm sure that would have the ladies lining up to fuck you until they found out a chick did it to you." That abruptly shut him up so I lifted up my shot glass and smiled. "A toast." Everyone else raised their shot glasses. "To Abolish Luck," I said and started to down my shot when Evan stopped me.

"To Abolish Luck and 100 Monkeys," Evan corrected. I smiled and then we all knocked our shots back.

"Ok, I need to get back out to Mom and Dad to get them seated then I'll come back for my pep talk," I said and winked.

"Hey, wait, Rhiannon," Eddie walked up to me. "Jackson asked if I could send you to their dressing room. He said he had a question to ask you."

"Oh. Are they done with the meet and greets?"

"I guess so." Eddie shrugged and then walked back to the guys.

I glanced at my phone to check the time.

7:30? Shit, shit, shit!

I walked quickly to 100 Monkeys' dressing room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." I heard Jackson call from inside. I opened the door just a little bit and saw that he was completely alone in the room.

"Hey, you needed to see me?" I asked him. He was sitting on a couch that looked almost exactly like the one in our dressing room with his legs sprawled out and a beer in his hand. He looked good enough to eat in a black button down shirt, with the top buttons open exposing a little bit of his chest; light gray jeans, and those incredibly sexy cowboy boots.

He smiled and my knees felt a little wobblylike they always did when I was alone with him. It was amazing that his presence alone could affect me in such a profound way. I grabbed on to the door frame for support and then smiled in return.

"Yeah, come in," he said and patted the space next to him on the couch.

"I can't, Jackson. I have to get my parents seated and the show's about to start."

"Your parents are taken care of and you'll be back out there before the show starts, I promise." He patted the couch again. "I need you to come here. Now. Please?"

I felt that lovely jolt between my legs as I realized exactly why he'd wanted to see me and why he was completely alone in the room. I took a step inside and gave him my best "I'm pretending to be mad at you" face.

"Jackson you know we don't have time for this. Besides I want this to be perfect and somehow I don't think fucking on the couch in the dressing room counts as being perfect." I folded my arms across my chest to prove my point further.

He surprised me by standing up and walking towards me, pure lust in his eyes. When he'd gotten about 2 inches from my face he reached around me and shut the door. He kept his eyes on mine as he turned the lock.

"Don't worry, sugar. I'm saving the best for last but it doesn't mean we can't have a little fun beforehand, does it?" he asked in that orgasmic low voice of his.

Dear sweet baby Jesus please forgive me for I am about to sin and enjoy every minute of it!

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, crushing my lips to his. This kiss was just as deep and passionate, if not more, than it always was but there was a sense of urgency this time adding to the overall overwhelming sensation coursing through my body. I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip, silently parting them and gaining entrance. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, his hands were pulling up my skirt and my hands were unbuttoning his shirt. I hitched my leg up on his hip and he grabbed my ass, pulling it towards him as he ground his hips in to mine. The heat emanating from my center was obvious enough that I was pretty sure we both noticed it.He broke away from me and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the couch. Somehow he managed to get me in a sitting position on the couch and himself on his knees in front of me without tripping or dropping me.

He ran his fingertips painfully slowly up in to my skirt and grabbed my panties.

"I need to taste you again, baby," he whispered as he tugged on my panties. I lifted my ass up so he could pull them down. Once they were out of the way he pulled me closer to the edge of the couch and told me to sit back. My breathing increased in anticipation and I almost lost it when I felt his tongue run from entrance to clit. I let out a loud moan and grabbed the back of the couch with both hands.

I got frustrated when he stopped and chuckled. "What?" I asked a little bitchier than I had intended to.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter, Rhiannon. Do you think you can do that or do you want me to stop?" he asked as he massaged my clit with his thumb, gently blowing his hot breath across it making me shiver with pleasure.

"Oh shit," I moaned. "I'll be quieter. Just don't stop."

It turns out that trying to be quiet actually made it hotter. I felt like we were teenagers in my bedroom trying to be quiet so my parents wouldn't find out what we were doing. I didn't completely succeed at being quiet but I did much better than I normally would until I came. Then I couldn't help it but at least I was able to put a pillow over my face to muffle it.

After Jackson had so skillfully taken care of me, I thought it was only fair to return the favor so he got a quick blow job. As we were getting dressed, I noticed Jackson shoving my panties in his back pocket. I cocked my eyebrow, giving him a look that said "What the hell are you doing?" but he just smirked.

"A souvenir," he explained. "You're not getting them back either. They're going everywhere with me. I hope you're ok with that." He kissed me quickly on the lips and smiled.

I wanted to be mad. I wanted to slap him and grab my panties out of his pocket but I can't say that I was entirely upset by it. Actually I think it would be more accurate to say I was flattered and even extremely turned on by the thought that he would be performing on stage tonight with my panties in his back pocket.

Why can't later be now?

Once I had situated myself and got as comfortable as I would be without underwear on, I headed back to Abolish Luck's dressing room for the pep talk. The guys had mercilessly teased me saying my cheeks were flushed and my lips were swollen. After everything was taken care of I went out to join my parents in the VIP area for the show. I prayed the whole walk that they wouldn't notice what the guys had so easily figured out.

"Hey, Mom. Sorry I've been out of pocket. Managerial duties and all," I shrugged and smiled.

She looked at me and winked. "Managerial duties, huh?"

I blushed and shot her a look to be quiet. I glanced at Tom but he didn't seem to be paying any attention to what was being said. I sighed in relief and settled in for the show.

I watched my parents a lot during Abolish Luck's set so I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I would've liked to. My mother actually danced and smiled. Tom didn't look as enthusiastic but he didn't look unhappy either. He surprised me by clapping loudly and yelling for the guys when they headed off the stage.

We went to the bar to wait for the boys to come out of the back before 100 Monkeys took the stage. While we waited my mom and Tom had another drink. I indulged in a few shots and another beer. I had a nice buzz forming when the guys joined us at the bar.

"So Mom did you like it?" Evan asked excitedly.

"I did, honey. I really enjoyed myself. You guys have gotten so good!" she gushed and gave them all a hug, saving Evan for last and squeezing him extra hard.

Tom took Evan's hand in his, a big smile on his face. He shook it briefly and then pulled Evan in for a hug. Tom didn't show much affection to Evan; he saved all the hugs for me, but tonight he was hugging Evan and it actually made me tear up a little bit. Tom released Evan from the hug and told him how proud he was of him. Evan looked euphoric at the response.

We decided to stay back at the bar for the rest of the show but we all yelled and danced and sang along with 100 Monkeys the entire time. Once again, my mother danced and generally had a fantastic time. Even Tom smiled at some of the shenanigans the Monkeys pulled and even commented on how great it was they could all play multiple instruments.

I decided to stop drinking liquor and just stick to beer after the few shots I had taken after Abolish Luck's performance because I wanted my night with Jackson to be memorable. I didn't want to be completely fucking wasted and pass out or vomit or something really stupid like that. I was feeling great but not ridiculous by the time 100 Monkeys left the stage and I waited impatiently for them to emerge from the back.

"Rhiannon, I need to get your mother to the room. She's had a little too much to drink and she's not feeling very well," Tom said.

"Oh ok. Is she going to be alright?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine," he assured me. "She'll probably have a hell of a hangover but she had a great time. I haven't seen her let loose like that in a long time." He smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug. "Thank you for inviting us. It was a fantastic show from both bands."

"I agree. And you're welcome. I think it was great having you guys here and it really meant a lot to Evan that you guys came all this way to see them perform."

I watched Tom help my mother up and guide her to the doors. I felt bad that she'd gotten sick, but at the same time, I was thrilled they'd had such a good time.

I looked around for Evan and found him, Eddie, Chris, and Jerry taking a picture with some girls. After the picture had been taken, the girls giggled and flirted asking them to sign their shirts. I couldn't help but laugh at how much they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"They're loving every minute of that, aren't they?" I turned to see Lani standing beside me smiling while she watched the girls fawning all over my boys.

"I believe they are," I laughed.

"They did amazing tonight. We had some people come up and ask us if there were some CDs for sale or somewhere to download their music. We gave them their website address of course but it would be great to have some music to actually sell at these things."

"Ok so what were you guys thinking?" I was desperate to get in to the details.

"Well there's a guy in Baton Rouge that we know really well and he works with a guy in Lafayette who does some recording on the side. He's very good. Jay and the guys have worked with him a few times and they love him."

"Lafayette? That's only an hour from us," I said.

"Yeah so we thought that would be better than trying to figure out a way to get you guys to California for an extended amount of time. You could record on your own schedule and as soon as it's finished we start distributing them and selling them at shows. What do you think?" Lani finished with a smile.

"I think it's a great idea. It's convenient and I know you wouldn't recommend the guy if he wasn't any good. You know you and Marty have been amazing to us," I gushed.

She waved her hand in an attempt to dismiss my compliment and then smiled again. She started to say something but her attention was drawn to something behind me. I turned in my seat to follow her gaze and noticed Jackson standing at the other end of the bar, leaned up against it. He was wearing that panty-soaking smirk covered in sweat. He was an amazing sight and I would've been happy just to let him fuck me silly on the bar but that might have been a little indecent…

Lani cleared her throat tearing our eyes from each other. "So, I guess let me know something as soon as you've discussed everything with Evan and the boys and we'll go from there." She smiled and then walked away.

"Where's your parents?" Jackson asked as he joined me at the bar.

"Mom wasn't feeling too well so they left," I answered letting my eyes search every inch of the amazingly sexy man sitting with me. "Shouldn't you be signing autographs, taking pictures, and getting blow jobs?" I asked playfully shoving him.

He chuckled. "Nope. The guys are keeping most of them busy right now so we can get out of here. Are you ready?"

I looked at him knowing I was giving him the most intense and lustful look I could conjure up and said, "Hell yes."

We grabbed our things up and rushed out before anyone could stop us or anything else could happen. The drive was quiet and fast. He drove like a bat out of hell to the hotel, his hand on my leg and without my panties on he was able to rub my folds with his pinky the entire ride. I didn't know how much more I could take when we finally pulled in to the parking lot and parked. Jackson walked around to open my door for me, but I was already stepping out. I wasn't patient enough to wait for him to open the door. I made sure I grabbed my purse with my surprise in it and walked up to him. He entwined his fingers with mine and held my hand as we walked up to his room. He unlocked the door and held it open for me. The door had just latched shut when I felt his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck. My skin broke out in goose bumps from his touch.

My head lolled back and rested on his shoulder as his hands started to unbutton my shirt. He took my earlobe between his teeth and lightly bit it sending an alarm straight down to my already aching core.

I turned around to face him and he immediately claimed my lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance and our hands searched for articles of clothing to unbutton and remove. The closeness was clouding my mind, making it hard to think. I only partially felt him removing my shirt, exposing the lacey white tank top underneath. My hands had unconsciously been unbuttoning his shirt and I pushed it off of him and it landed in the floor behind him. I drug my nails down his chest slowly as I deepened the kiss and closed any space between us.

"How about a shower, darlin'?" Jackson whispered as he snaked his arms around my waist and unzipped my skirt.

"Mmmm…" I nodded and stepped out of my skirt, now in a pile on the floor. I was standing there in my tank top, bra. His eyes looked me up and down and he licked his lips, the hungry look returning to his eyes. I couldn't help but ogle his chest and abs. His muscles were cut and gleaming with sweat.

He grabbed my hand and led me in to the bathroom. He leaned in to the tub and turned on the shower. After he was happy with the water temperature, he returned his attention to me, lifting my tank top over my head. I moved a little closer to him and ran my fingertips down his chest again, stopping at the button on his jeans. I kept his gaze as I unbuttoned them, slipping my hand down in to his pants and rubbing up and down his dick.

Jackson's breath caught and his eyes rolled in to the back of his head. His mouth opened and a soft moan escaped followed by a growl when I removed my hand.

His hands moved up my arms and grabbed a hold of my bra straps. He pulled them down, exposing my breasts. He bent down and took my right nipple in his mouth. He sucked, licked, and then nipped it while palming my left boob. He showed the same amount of attention to my left nipple and then, returning to my lips, kissed me deeply. If I ever thought I had received a passionate kiss before, I had no idea what I was missing. Jackson's kisses were so amazing, it seemed impossible that anyone would ever measure up. I hoped I'd never have to find someone to try to measure up.

My bra fell to the floor, apparently as a result of Jackson un-clasping it though I didn't feel him do it. The only piece of clothing between us was his underwear. I pulled his boxers down, letting loose the raging erection underneath and after appreciating the sight for a few moments, I stepped in to the shower and he followed. I watched as the water ran down his back, cascading down to his ass. That phenomenally perfect ass… He ran his hands through his hair, moving it out of his face as he turned to look at me.

"Can I wash you, cowboy?" I asked seductively as I looked him up and down.

He smirked at me and handed me the soap and a rag. I took the soap, but shook my head at the rag. Jackson raised his eyebrow as he watched me lather the soap in my hands and then sit the bar of soap back in its dish. I rubbed my soap-covered hands across his chest and shoulders and then down to his stomach. Jackson's breathing sped as I took his member in my hand and started to rub up and down it. My hands were so slick from the soap, they moved up and down his cock almost by themselves.

His moans were turning me on but I wasn't giving in that easy. When he tried to pin me to the wall in the shower, I ducked and grabbed the shampoo bottle as I maneuvered myself away from him.

"Uh-uh," I said playfully wagging my finger back and forth at him like he was a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You're still a dirty boy."

"You're fucking driving me crazy," he growled.

"Patience, Jackson." I lathered the shampoo up in my hands the same way I'd done the soap and then buried my fingers in his hair, working the lather through the wavy dark locks. As soon as his hair was nice and clean he leaned back in to the spray of the shower to rinse the soap out.

He straightened back up and, with a sly smile, pulled me under the water with him. I giggled and slapped at him playfully. At first he played along, but the more we played the darker his eyes seemed to look. He'd finally had enough I guess because he crushed his lips to mine, immediately shoving his tongue in to my mouth. He took my bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled while he slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit.

"Oh fuck…" I moaned.

"You like that, sugar?" He breathed. I couldn't speak so I simply nodded. "I bet you want me to keep going don't you?" Again I only nodded. "Too bad you're still a dirty girl." He pulled his hand out from between my legs and smirked at me. My mouth was hanging open. The fucker used my trick against me. Fuck!

He chuckled and then grabbed the soap and lathered it up in his hands. "Turn around," he commanded.

I obeyed and faced the shower wall, placing my hands on it for support. I felt his hands start at my ankles and move up my legs to my thighs and then to my ass. He was taking his time washing me, but I was thoroughly enjoying it. It was definitely something I could get used to.

I gasped as he cupped and then rubbed my breasts. At the same time, I felt Little Jackson pushing in to my back and it made me want to turn around and just jump him already, but I resisted.

Once I was completely washed and rinsed off, we got out. Jackson wrapped a towel around me and then himself. We walked out and I grabbed my purse and started walking back to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I have a surprise for you," I answered and smiled.

"A surprise? What is it?"

I shook my head at him and started to close the door. "Wait and see." I giggled at the face he made and then shut the door completely.

I pulled my makeup bag and the nightie out of my purse and got ready. I didn't bother with underwear just slipping the nightie over my damp body. I towel-dried my hair and then shook the curls loose. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and applied a little mascara and lip gloss. After I was all done, I took a quick look in the mirror and didn't hate what I saw. I actually kind of looked sexy.

"Rhiannon?" Jackson called.

I giggled again and then opened the door. Jackson's head immediately turned toward the door.

"Surprise," I said sheepishly and took a step out of the bathroom. The look on his face when he saw me was indescribable. He just stared at me, his eyes wide. I kept waiting for him to say something, but he didn't so I started to get a little self-conscious.

"You don't like it?" I asked quietly. That question broke him out of the apparent spell he was under.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He stood and walked towards me, still wrapped in his towel. "You look…I don't even have a word to describe it." He shook his head and then took another step closer to me. "I love it, baby." He leaned in and kissed me, another one of those fuckhot kisses that made my knees wobble. I moved my hands in to his hair and pulled him even closer.

We started moving towards the bed and his towel fell off in the process. I felt the back of my knees hit the bed and Jackson broke away from me, already panting.

"Baby, you look amazing in this, but it has to go," he said, tugging at the nightie. I didn't have time to say anything before he was lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor.

I climbed up on the bed and moved up towards the middle of the bed, while Jackson followed. It was incredibly sexy to watch him crawl up my naked body, planting kisses all the way up my legs and occasionally looking up at me.The look in his eyes was almost animalistic but also loving at the same time. He put his hand underneath my left knee, lifting it up slightly and kissed the inside of my thigh. He did the same to my right knee and I could feel the goose bumps break out all over my body again. He then leaned down and licked my already-drenched pussy.

"Oh shit!" My hips bucked up in response and my hands moved in to his hair to hold him in to place.

He licked me again and then pushed two fingers in to me, pumping them in and curling them up on the way out. He continued to finger and tongue-fuck me while I screamed his name and other incoherent things. When my orgasm hit, I thought I was going to black out.

"Jackson…please…I need you…inside…me," I begged, breathlessly.

He smirked and then grabbed the foil packet out of the table next to the bed. He ripped it open with his teeth and took the condom out of its wrapping. I sat up quickly and grabbed it out of his hand.

"Let me," I said and rolled it down on his hard cock. He moaned as he watched me put it on him and then pushed me back down on the bed. His hands slowly moved my legs apart and he settled himself in between them.

"Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?" he asked and rubbed his dick against my increasingly wet folds.

"Fuck, yes, Jackson," I half-begged, half-growled.

"I want you to say it. I want you to tell me to fuck you," he whispered as he continued to tease me.

"Fuck me, Jackson. Please."

"Scream it, baby." He slid just the tip inside me, stretching me slightly, and then pulled it right back out.

"Oh God…" I moaned.

"What was that?" he asked as he slid the tip in again this time holding it there.

"I said fuck me Jackson!" I screamed. With that, he thrust himself in hard to the hilt so he was completely sheathed inside me.

We both moaned loudly and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist bringing him closer and making it tighter around him. He filled me completely before pulling back out slowly and then thrusting back in.

"Oh fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good," he moaned. I moved my hips in sync with him and he cried out in response, "Fuck!"

We soon fell in to a rhythm; thrusting, grunting, moaning, and cussing. I started to feel that familiar tightening in my stomach and knew I was about to lose it.

"Oh baby, I'm almost there," I panted, digging my nails in to his back. He pushed in to me deeper and I came hard.

While I was still coming down from my high I rolled him over so that I was straddling him. I leaned down and kissed him deeply. His fingertips were running down my back slowly. I broke away from the kiss and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Now it's my turn to fuck you."

Jackson's eyes widened and then he smiled. I started moving up and down on his dick and his hands moved to the twins. He squeezed and rubbed them while I bounced up and down on him. I leaned back and held on to his thighs for support as I rode the fucking shit out of him.

"Shit baby girl! You keep that up and I'm gonna cum," he growled. He positioned his thumb over my clit and rubbed.

I whore-moaned and rode him faster. "Say my name, Jackson," I demanded suddenly.

Where the hell did that come from? I wondered to myself.

His breathing was getting erratic.

"Rhi…Rhi…Ann…" That's all he could seem to get out.

"Say it!"

Suddenly his whole body started to shake and his hips bucked up in to me plunging deep inside me which took me completely off guard and made me cum for the third time.

"Rhiannon!" he yelled as he came at the same time I did. He held on to my hips as he thrust in to me a few more times. After he had somewhat calmed down, I felt his dick twitch and it made me smile.

I collapsed down on to his chest feeling incredibly worn out but amazing at the same time. I rested my head on him and he wrapped his arms around me, running his hand up and down my arm. His chest moved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing that was slowly returning to normal. I could also feel and hear his heart beat and I hummed in satisfaction. I would've been happy just to stay like that, with him inside me, but he was quickly deflating and needed to get the condom off.

With a quick kiss, I got off of him and out of the bed, grabbed my nightie, and headed to the bathroom. He pulled the condom off with a snap and then disposed of it in the trash can.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously as he took in my still-naked form.

"To clean up," I said matter-of-factly and then closed the bathroom door. Once inside, I looked at myself in the mirror and boy was I sight to see. My lips were dark red and swollen, my hair was a complete mess, and even my boobs looked bigger.

How does that even happen? I laughed to myself while I attempted to smooth out my hair.

I wet a rag and wiped myself to get rid of anything possibly left behind and I felt the sudden urge to pee. I sat down on the toilet and was surprised to find that I was actually a little sore. It had been a while and he wasn't exactly small…

I jumped at the knock on the bathroom door.

"Baby? Are you ok?" Jackson asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute." I stood up and slipped my nightie back on over my head and then walked to the door and opened it up. Jackson was standing there, still completely naked. As I was staring him up and down thinking incredibly naughty thoughts, it looked like he was thinking the same thing about me.

"I can't promise to keep my hands off of you if you wear that. Not that I planned on keeping my hands to myself anyway," he said quietly.

"Would it be better if I slept naked?" I teased him.

"Ok I guess you have a point, but who said anything about sleeping?" His green eyes danced with mischief.

"I have to be back to my room by 10, Jackson." I placed my hands on my hips.

"It's only 2 and you can sleep on the way home," he insisted. "Come on, Rhiannon. I'm not gonna see you for a while."

"Yeah, you're right and we definitely need to make up for lost time." I leaned in and kissed him hard. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away and laughed when I saw the look on his face. "You still need to clean up, right?"

He sighed and nodded. He playfully slapped my ass as he stepped around me, making me jump and cuss at him. He was still laughing while he shut the door. I sauntered over to my purse and pulled my phone out.

Jesus! Eight unread texts?

Each of them were from Stacy and they were spread out throughout the time that the concert started and the last one was received just 20 minutes ago.

Hey just wanted to see how last night went for you. You never called me. – Stacy (8:11 pm)

Weren't you supposed to call me today or did you just forget all about me? – Stacy (9:23 pm)

Rhiannon Amelia Grey if you don't text me back or something I'm gonna drive down there and pull you out of bed with him. Understand? – Stacy (9:56 pm)

Ok seriously, Rhi. I'm a little worried. Call me bitch! – Stacy (10:32 pm)

Getting pissed. – Stacy (10:51 pm)

Are your fucking fingers broken, Rhi? – Stacy (11:18 pm)

I am so not talking to you when you get back, just so you know. – Stacy (12:46 am)

What the hell, Rhiannon? Seriously? – Stacy (1:42 am)

"Oh shit," I mumbled. I immediately sent her a text back.

Please don't hate me. It's been an extremely busy day and I just forgot to call you. I'm a horrible friend but I promise to give you all the naughty details as soon as I get home. I love you and I'm sorry. –Rhiannon

Seconds later, my phone beeped.

I don't hate you but please don't go that long without talking to me again. And naughty details? Did you sleep with him? – Stacy

I giggled and started to text her back when I noticed Jackson was out of the bathroom.

"Who are you talking to?" he asked.

"Stacy texted me a zillion times today, but I'm just now seeing them. I was just telling her I'd talk to her tomorrow."

I sent the text with just one word: Yes. – Rhiannon

I then turned my phone off and climbed in to bed with Jackson, snuggling up to him as close as I possibly could.

"So, not that I'm not extremely happy you changed your mind about the sex thing, but why did you? What happened to change your mind?" Jackson asked as he caressed my arm.

"Well I'm not exactly sure. I mean I've always wanted to sleep with you, but I thought I was hesitant because we weren't in a relationship or really had any idea what we were. But when we sort of talked about how we felt that night after I passed out –" he flinched at the memory of me passing out, "I still didn't feel comfortable with it so I assumed it had to do with something else but I didn't know what." I looked up at him and he looked deep in thought. "I drove myself crazy trying to figure it out but it wasn't until I met your parents and saw you with mine that it became clear what the problem was."

I sat up and faced him. "I wanted to know for sure that I could have a future with you. I'm not saying that we will but I can actually see it now. The way you handled Tom and answered his questions with ease, it just amazed me and added even more confirmation that I was ready." Jackson's eyes were soft and kind as he listened to my much too detailed explanation. "I'm not trying to put any pressure on you for a relationship or anything; I'm just trying to tell you how I feel." I looked down and started fumbling with the sheets.

I jumped when Jackson broke the silence. "Who are we kidding?"

I was confused. "What?" I looked up at him and he was smiling.

"I mean, we've met each other's parents, we're spending the night together, and we can't keep our hands off of each other when we're close. Not to mention the fact that I'm fucking crazy about you," he said and cradled my face in his hands. "I think it's pretty obvious that we are in a relationship, whether we know it or not."

I couldn't help but smile that idiotic smile I'd taken to smiling since I'd met him. His returning smile was breathtaking and he kissed me sweetly.

"So what do you think? Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked and fidgeted like he was nervous.

"Are you kidding me, Jackson?" I asked and immediately wished I hadn't said it like I did because from the look on his face, he definitely took it the wrong way. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant it was a silly question. Of course I want to be your girlfriend." I kissed him on his lips, cheeks, and down to his neck before looking up at him and saying, "And just for the record, I'm fucking crazy about you too." I then continued my kisses down to his stomach and lower…

The sun was peeking through the curtains in the room when we finally started to drift off.

"Thank you," I murmured against his chest.

"For what?" he whispered and kissed the top of my head.

"The perfect night," I yawned.

"No need to thank me, baby. You're the one that made it perfect."

"Mmmm…" I was slipping in to unconsciousness and couldn't stop it. I fell asleep wrapped in Jackson's arms, feeling completely happy and content.