Due to work and school related duties, this is late. I think that's a pretty good excuse, no?
I have begun writing the outtakes for this story. Some will be in Jackson POV and others will be in other character's POV. I'm going to start posting them on the alternating Sundays. So the first outtake will be posted next Sunday (not this Sunday, but the next), then Chapter 14 the following Sunday, then another outtake and so on and so forth.
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Chapter 13: On The Road Again
"So we're looking at me not being able to move until about the middle of February, right?" I asked as I continued to pack. We were getting ready for ten glorious days on the road with 100 Monkeys doing shows in Vegas, New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma. We would've planned to do more with them, but Evan and Mia's wedding was on the 23rd and we needed to be back for the week leading up to it, especially since Abolish Luck's lead singer was the groom.
"Looks that way, baby," Jackson said and sighed. "At least I'm about to spend ten whole uninterrupted days with you."
I propped the phone up and put Jackson on speaker so I had two hands free to fold the delicate lingerie I was taking. I smiled at the completely see-through red nightie I had in my hand and quickly folded it. I could feel my cheeks burning and couldn't figure out why I still got embarrassed when it came to sexy clothing.
"You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to this," I said loud enough that he could still hear me as I grabbed a few more t shirts from my dresser and attempted to find somewhere to put them.
I'm gonna need another fucking bag…
"I think I have an idea," he laughed.
"Well there's all this shit with the wedding and honestly, I'm about ready to pull my hair out." I placed another small duffel bag on the bed and began filling it with more clothes. "I just need a break from it and I need to see you."
"I need to see you too," he said. "What time are you guys leaving tomorrow?"
"In about…" I looked at the clock and seeing that it was already midnight, I groaned. "Four hours and I am not even close to being done packing." I huffed and threw the toiletries I was able to pack in to the side pocket of the larger duffel bag.
"If you hadn't been such a procrastinator, you'd be done by now."
"Excuse me cowboy but I have not been procrastinating," I insisted, picking up the phone so he could hear every word I was about to say. "Between this wedding, the shit with Stacy and Eddie, work, and talking to you, I have absolutely no time for anything else. I am packing now because this is the only time I could, you got that?"
He chuckled and said, "Yes ma'am."
"I can't believe I am going to be spending New Year's Eve in a fucking hotel room in Santa Fe, New Mexico." This was probably the millionth time that I'd complained about it since the plans were set in stone to leave New Year's Eve and drive to Santa Fe, stay the night there and then drive the rest of the way to Vegas the next day. If we were careful and managed our time wisely, we'd get to Vegas in just enough time to check in to our hotel and head over to the venue for sound check at 5. We were going to be exhausted but we were all looking forward to it.
"Just think about the fact that this time next year, we'll be spending New Year's Eve together." That was the same line he'd said every time I complained and just like every other time he'd said it, it made me smile and forget all about my issues…for the moment, at least.
"I know baby," I said and glanced at the clock. "Ok if I'm going to get any sleep before we have to leave, I need to finish packing."
"Ok sugar. Call me when you guys are leaving."
"Jackson, I told you I'm not calling you that early. You need to rest." This was yet another recurrent argument we'd been having the last few days.
"And I told you I don't give a shit how early it is, I want you to call me," he said attempting to sound all authoritative. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Ok, ok. I'll text you. How about that?"
"No, I said call," Jackson insisted.
"You're not even going to attempt to compromise with me, are you?" I asked.
"Nope. Call me or I'm going to stay up until 4 am and call you myself."
"No, please don't do that," I begged. I knew how tired it would make him and he knew I'd do anything to keep him from doing that. He wasn't playing fair but I really didn't have a choice but to surrender. I had to remind myself to pick my battles.
"You're gonna call me then?" he asked, knowing he'd won.
"Yes, I will call you when we're leaving. Ok?"
"Thank you. I love you," he said sweetly.
"I guess I love you, too," I said and smiled. "But just a little bit."
"Oh ok. Just a little bit, huh?"
"No. I'm totally lying," I admitted with a laugh. "I love you much too much."
He laughed at my "Smoke" reference and then we hung up.
I put my phone on the charger while I gathered the last of the items that needed to be packed. I would have to wait to pack some of my toiletries including my toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, etc. until after I'd used them in the morning.
So after I finished that, I tried to lie down and get some sleep. Unfortunately it didn't really work out too well for me and 3:30 arrived a hell of a lot sooner than I was ready for it to.
I groaned as I turned off my alarm and rolled out of bed. I threw my hair up in a loose pony tail, brushed my teeth, and put on deodorant so I could throw those things in my bag. I then changed in to a clean pair of sweat pants and my "Property of: Jackson" t shirt and tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper.
I didn't have time to make a decent breakfast so I just grabbed a banana and a red bull from the kitchen and lugged my bags to the front door. I had just untangled my arms from the straps when my phone rang.
"Good morning Evan!" I answered cheerfully.
"You're drinking a red bull aren't you?" he asked sleepily.
"Yep, are you here?"
"Pulling in. Are you ready?"
"Yes sir. I'll start bringing my bags out." I started to hang up but he stopped me.
"Hey, do you have any more of those red bulls?" he asked hopefully.
"I have a few. Do you want one?"
"I've got the first driving detail and I didn't get any sleep last night. Can I have one so I don't fall asleep at the wheel and kill us all?"
"Well since you put it that way…" I laughed when he sighed. "Of course you can have one."
"Thank you," he said. "We're outside so come on."
I told him I was on my way out and then hung up the phone. I did one last sweep of my apartment to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything and then opened the front door.
The cold air hit me like a brick wall and my teeth immediately started chattering.
"Fuck it's cold," I said to Evan as he walked up.
"It's December, Rhi," he said matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes as he took hold of my bags and carried them to the van. I turned around to shut and lock the door and realized that I'd forgotten to grab a red bull for Evan. It was a good thing I had to go back in because I noticed my phone charger still sitting on the counter in the kitchen.
How the fuck did I miss that? I thought as I snatched it up.
After I was positive I had everything and all the lights and the heat was off, I locked the door and headed to Evan's car. I waved at Jerry who was driving the van and glared at Eddie who had decided to ride with Jerry this time so he didn't have to hear me bitch at him about Stacy.
I slid in to the back seat and sighed when the warmth of the heat enveloped me. I got comfortable as we pulled out and took out my phone to call Jackson.
"Hello?" he rasped.
"Hey baby."
"Rhiannon, you called," he said as happily as he could manage.
"Well of course I did," I smiled. "We're leaving now. Just wanted to let you know that." He yawned and I couldn't help but feel horrible for waking him up. "Go back to sleep, ok? Just call me when you get up."
He yawned again and then said, "Ok baby girl. Please be careful."
We exchanged I love yous and hung up. I decided to get some rest as well before it was my turn to drive and settled in to the back seat, shoving my ear buds in to my ear and turning on the most mellow play list I could find on my iPod.
Three hours and the second playlist in, I still wasn't falling asleep thanks to the red bull I'd decided to drink. Frustrated, I pulled the ear buds out of my ears and pulled out a book instead.
Chris was lightly snoring in the passenger seat and Evan was singing quietly to some song on the radio. I leaned up and put my hand on his shoulder, making him jump.
"Shit!" he hissed and then chuckled. "You scared me. I thought you were sleeping."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just checking on you." I looked at Chris and giggled. "He seems to be sleeping pretty well."
Evan glanced at Chris and laughed. "Yeah, he didn't go to sleep last night either. We were trying to get that new song ready to perform in Vegas."
"Oh yeah. Is it ready? Last time I heard it, you guys weren't even close to being ready to perform it." I wasn't able to make it to as many practices as I had been going to due to trying to work out my move. It was proving to be ridiculously difficult.
"It's ready," Evan said with a smile. "We worked our asses off on it and it's gonna be awesome!" He slapped his hands against the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio.
"I can't wait to hear the finished product." I smiled at Evan in the rearview mirror.
"Rhi, how is this gonna work with you being so far away?"
"I told you before, we'll make it work. I don't care what I have to do, we'll work it out," I tried to assure him but unfortunately the truth was, I was beginning to worry about it myself. I knew that it could be done but I didn't know what my lifestyle and schedule would be like once I moved in with Jackson. "Anyway, there's no need to worry about that right now. I'm not moving until about the middle of February."
"Why are you waiting so long?" Evan asked.
"Well Jackson gets a few days off around that time and you and Mia are getting married in a few weeks so I didn't want to try to move so close to the wedding. It's just better if we wait."
He nodded and then dropped the subject though it looked like he had more on his mind. I didn't push it though. The red bull had finally worn off and I was feeling really tired.
I settled back in my seat again and within no time at all, I was sleeping soundly.
~o.O.o~
"Rhiannon, wake up," Chris said as he lightly shook me. When I opened my eyes, he smiled big and announced, "Breakfast!"
I sat up and looked out of the window. Sure enough, we were parked outside a quaint little Diner and Evan, Eddie, and Jerry were already walking inside.
"What time is it?" I asked and stretched.
"It's a little after ten," Chris answered and helped me out of the backseat. "We're getting some food and then I'm driving."
We walked into the Diner and took our seats with the rest of the guys. Eddie was refusing to make eye contact with me so I felt it was best to put all this shit to rest so that we wouldn't spend the entire trip acting awkward around each other.
"Hey," I said and waved my hand at him. He looked up at me warily.
"What?" he asked, getting pissed.
"First, lose the attitude. I'm trying to apologize here."
"Apologize? What the hell for?" He looked extremely surprised and it made me laugh.
"I've been unfair to you about this whole Stacy thing. I know that you feel like what you are doing is right and if you really feel that way, there's nothing I can do about it," I said and then leaned up so that I was looking him straight in the eyes. "I just want you to know that I love Stacy. She's like a sister to me and she loves you. She misses you and it hurts her so in return it hurts me. Please just figure your mess out and let her go for good or get her back. Ok?"
He smiled at me and said, "Is that your idea of an apology?"
I folded my arms across my chest and nodded. "That's all you're getting so I hope you recorded it for later playback."
The whole table erupted in to laughter and just like that all signs of awkwardness were gone and we were able to relax, eat, and have fun together.
We were all heading outside to smoke when Eddie grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the others. I looked at him questioningly when we stopped and he let go of my arm.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Do you think Stacy still loves me?" He looked down and kicked at the loose gravel under his feet.
"Well of course she does. You can't just turn love on and off, Eddie."
He smiled briefly and nodded. "Do you think she'll forgive me?"
"Yes, I do. Call her. Call her right now," I demanded and nudged him.
He looked up at me and smiled while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. I gave him a reassuring smile and then walked over to the others and lit a cigarette.
"What's Eddie doing?" Jerry asked, motioning towards where Eddie was standing.
"Calling Stacy," I answered and smiled.
"It's about fucking time," Chris laughed.
"See, I told you there was nothing to worry about, Rhi," Evan chimed in.
I was just about to say something sarcastic when my phone rang.
Jackson!
"Well hello there Mr. Rathbone." I smiled as he chuckled in to the phone.
"Hey there Miss Grey," he returned. "Where are you guys?"
"I don't know. Somewhere in Texas." I shrugged and then sat down on the curb while I finished my cigarette.
"We just got to the hotel in Vegas," he informed me. His voice dropped a little lower when he said, "I got us a really nice room. Wait until you see it."
"I'm sure it's lovely, baby, but what I'm most concerned about is how nice the bed is."
"Oh trust me sweet heart, the bed is the best part," he said seductively.
"Mmmm…I can't wait," I almost moaned.
"Me either, baby. I'm getting hard just thinking about you and me in this bed."
"Oh yeah?" I asked him, starting to get turned on myself.
"Fuck yeah," he said.
"Rhi, we have to go," Chris said, wagging the keys to Evan's car back and forth.
Dammit! I want a fucking teleportation device…
"What's the matter darlin'?"
"I have to go. We're getting back on the road and I really don't think it would be appropriate for me to have phone sex with you in my brother's car." We both laughed and then he sighed.
"Call me later?" he asked.
"I'll call you when we get to the hotel in Santa Fe and I'm alone."
"Yeah, you do that, baby girl."
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you."
I drug ass back to the car. I really wasn't looking forward to the next ten hours in the car, four of which I would be driving. I had a plan though. I was going to read for a while and then turn on my writing playlist on my iPod and write in the journal I'd gotten from Jackson in his care package. I was hoping by keeping myself busy the time would just fly by.
Luckily for me, it worked. The six hours Chris drove seemed more like three hours. We stopped for dinner just inside New Mexico and then I took over the driving for the last leg of our journey.
We actually made really good time, pulling in to our hotel at 7:45 pm New Mexico time. After checking us in, I headed back out to the car and was shocked to find Stacy standing at the car, her and Eddie sucking each other's faces off.
"Stacy!" I squealed, and she reluctantly pulled away from Eddie.
She skipped up to me and hugged me. "Hey Rhi!"
I looked behind her at Eddie who was wearing an extremely goofy smile while he watched me and Stacy.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"Eddie called and said he really wanted to see me so I got on the first plane and here I am." She looked happier than I'd ever seen her and it made me want to hug her again so I did. "I'm just picking Eddie up. I got us a room at a hotel about three miles down the road."
She laughed at the expression on my face and then walked back to Eddie.
"Everything good to go?" Evan asked.
"Yes sir," I said and smiled, gesturing towards Eddie and Stacy as they climbed in to what I assumed was Stacy's rental car. "I'm glad they made up."
"I told you they'd work it out," Evan said with a smile.
"I know, I know. I was over reacting and all that bull shit." I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.
He laughed and draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked to our rooms.
I decided to just relax and watch some TV so after a quick shower and a phone call to Mom and Tom, I settled in on the bed to watch the New Year's Eve special. Just as soon as I'd gotten situated there was a knock on my door and my phone rang at the same time. I jumped off the bed, grabbed my phone, and headed to the door. I answered both the phone and the door at the same time.
"Hello?" I said in to the phone as I pulled the door open.
"Hey baby," Jackson said but it was in stereo because there he was, standing outside my door in all his lusciousness.
"What the fuck?" I whispered as I smiled really wide. I hung up the phone and jumped in to Jackson's waiting arms.
He kissed me softly and then sat me back down on the ground. We walked inside and sat down on the bed, scooting up to the headboard and propping ourselves up against it.
"You know you're going to spoil me if you keep surprising me like this," I laughed and leaned against his chest. "What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want you to spend New Year's Eve by yourself, baby. I drove in. Just got here a few minutes ago," he said with a smile. "And I don't really mind spoiling you this way. I'm kind of spoiling myself at the same time."
I snuggled in closer, as close as I could get and sighed in complete satisfaction.
"So what are your plans, you party animal?" He laughed at his lame joke and I slapped his chest playfully.
"I'll have you know that I have strippers on the way and a bag full of liquor. I plan to get wasted and have hot sweaty men grinding all over me."
"Do you now?" he asked and raised his eyebrow at me. I nodded and smiled mischievously. He started to say something but didn't. Instead he started tickling me. I screamed and slapped at him, giggling uncontrollably. I somehow got a hold of his shoulders and pushed him on to his back. I don't know if he just let me or if he was caught off guard but nonetheless, I ended up on top of him and straddling his waist.
"I think I like this," he said and moved his hands to my backside, giving it a little squeeze.
"I think I like it too, cowboy." I leaned in and kissed him. I immediately started grinding my hips in to him and it wasn't long before my friend came out to play. He was moaning softly holding on to my ass as I rocked back and forth on him. I sat up and placed my hands on his chest giving him an intensely lustful look. His hands slid under my shirt and up to my breasts. I moaned as he cupped them and massaged them gently.
Suddenly we both jumped when there was a knock on my door.
"Dammit," I complained. I got off of Jackson and went to the door. I looked behind me at him while he was situating his erection and waited for him to give me the signal that he was ready for whoever was on the other side of the door. When he smiled and nodded, I opened the door to Chris, Evan, and Jerry who were holding bags in their hands and smiling.
"Party's here!" Jerry announced. "Happy fucking New Year!"
I moved out of the way as they all filed in. Jackson stood and greeted them all and then we sat as they emptied the contents of their bags on the floor and surrounding tables. There was whiskey, beer, and a few small bottles of tequila as well as bags of chips and other various junk foods. There were bottles of coke to mix the whiskey with and a few of the really cheesy "Happy New Year!" hats and noisemakers.
"Eddie and Stacy are gonna be here in just a little bit," Evan told me as we began to make drinks.
"Why did you bother them Evan? They probably want some alone time, you know."
"Like you and Jackson?" he asked and grinned. "I'm really surprised that you didn't hit us for interrupting."
"Jackson and I will have plenty of time for that later. I'm actually really glad you guys came," I said and took a sip of my Jack and coke. "Whoo!"
"Too strong?" Evan asked and took a sip. He made a face and sat it back down on the counter and twisted the cap off of the coke, pouring just a bit more on top and then stirring it with a straw. "Try that," he said and handed it to me.
I reluctantly took a sip. It was actually pretty perfect. I smiled and he returned my smile, looking over his shoulder and asking if anyone else wanted one while he was making them.
Orders were taken and we all started chatting while Evan played bartender. Not long after Evan finally came to sit down, there was a knock on the door. It was Eddie and Stacy and Eddie brought Vodka with him.
"Good God we're all gonna be trashed," I whispered to Jackson.
He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek, "Well as long as that's the general consensus," he said to me and then raised his voice so Evan could hear him. "Evan, I'd like a shot please."
"Fuck yeah Jay! Get this shit started right," Eddie said and slapped Jackson on the back. He then nuzzled in to Stacy's neck making her giggle and slap at him.
"Why don't we all just take a shot?" Chris asked.
"Sounds good to me," Jerry laughed.
Evan shrugged and then turned towards the table to make the shots. He returned to the group and started passing out the shots he'd poured in the small, clear plastic cups the hotel provided. He had to make a few trips but once we were all served, we raised our glasses, toasted to the New Year, and then took our shots.
"So Jay was she surprised?" Evan asked. I whipped my head around to look at Evan and then looked at Jackson accusingly.
"He knew?" I asked him.
Jackson and Evan laughed together and it warmed my heart to see them actually getting along really well.
"I've been texting him all day, Rhi," Evan said. "I've been keeping him updated on where we were and all that. How else do you think he had such impeccable timing?"
I thought about it for a second and smiled. I guess I was just too thrilled to see him to care about trivial things such as timing.
"You two are gonna be the death of me," I muttered as I took the last big gulp of my Jack and coke. "Anyone need a refill?" I gathered all the empty plastic cups we'd taken our shots in and tossed them in the trash. Jackson wanted another shot, Stacy wanted a screwdriver, and Evan needed another Jack and coke. The rest of the guys seemed to be doing just fine on their drinks. So after it was my turn to play bartender, I took my fresh drink, grabbed my cigarettes, and stepped out to the patio of my room to smoke. Stacy came out just minutes after I did and joined me.
"So you told Eddie to call me?" she asked after she'd lit her cigarette.
"Guilty." I smiled really big at her.
She smiled at first and then her face became unreadable. "Thank you, Rhi. Seriously. Thank you," she said with so much emotion my eyes began to fill up with tears. The smile returned to her lips and I was saved.
I cleared my throat and took another drink of my alcoholic beverage.
"You know Evan and Jackson are getting along really well," Stacy said and nudged me.
"I know," I gushed. "It's about damn time right?" We laughed and continued smoking our cigarettes.
"When you and Jackson get married I am going to be the maid of honor right?" Stacy asked suddenly and then laughed when I looked at her like she'd lost her damn mind.
"When? How about if, Stacy? We haven't even discussed marriage yet," I informed her. "Geez what is it with you and Graupner?"
Stacy looked at me questioningly.
"Graupner said that Jackson and I would have to make our relationship public when we got married. Now you're asking to be the maid of honor. So what gives because I can assure you that there is no wedding!"
"You don't want to marry me?" Jackson asked. His voice coming from behind me both scared me and embarrassed me simultaneously.
I felt my face heat up and shot Stacy a death glare for laughing at me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned around to face the sexy man who owned my heart.
For someone who was such an amazing actor, he couldn't seem to keep a straight face when our eyes met and he could see the full extent of my embarrassment.
He and Stacy launched in to a round of laughter while I gave them each a nice present in the form of my middle finger. Stacy made a face and stubbed out her cigarette. She winked at me as she headed back inside.
"Sorry about that. It just seems that everyone is under the impression that we're getting married," I laughed nervously and pulled out another cigarette. Jackson lit his and then held out the flame to light mine.
"Are we not?" he asked and looked at me.
I thought I could actually feel the heat igniting my cheeks. "What?" I asked in a small voice.
"Baby, I think it's pretty clear how I feel about you," Jackson said and smiled. "I know it's a little soon to seriously talk about it but the thought has crossed my mind a time or two. The truth is I can't imagine not having you in my life. So do I want to marry you? Yes, I do." He looked up at me and said, "Just thought I'd let you know." He smiled that heartbreakingly beautiful smile and placed his right hand over my left one, rubbing my ring finger with his fingertips. "Someday I'm going to put a ring on that finger and be the luckiest guy in the world."
I didn't know what to say. The gravity of what he'd just told me was both frightening and wonderful.
"What's wrong baby?" he asked, his face twisted in to a look of worry.
"Nothing," I answered a little too quickly. It didn't help that I couldn't seem to look him in the eye.
"Come on, Rhiannon. Talk to me."
"Honestly, I don't know what to say," I admitted, finally bringing my eyes up to his. "I feel bad because you've obviously thought about this but I haven't. I mean, I have but not as much as you." I looked back down at our hands.
"Well isn't this backwards?" he laughed.
"What? What's backwards?"
"Isn't it usually the girl in relationships that starts the marriage talk?" he asked and tossed his cigarette over the balcony. "And the guy's the one that hasn't really thought about it?"
"Well I guess so but when have you ever known me to be a typical girl?"
"What?" he feigned surprise. "Not a typical girl? When the hell did this happen?" He laughed and dodged my fist that was headed straight for his arm.
"Asshole," I muttered and then smiled. "It's not that I don't want to marry you. I just haven't given it much thought. Maybe it's because I assumed it was a given, I don't know." I shrugged and looked down.
"Or maybe it's because I think about our future more than you do," he teased. I shot him one of my famous, "I'm about to beat your ass" looks and he laughed, draping his arm over my shoulders.
"So what are you trying to say? That you love me more than I love you?" I demanded and then nipped at his neck.
"Maybe," he breathed as my tongue ran the length of his neck, stopping right under his chin. "I may need a little convincing to the contrary."
"Oh yeah? And what would you like me to do to convince you?" I asked seductively as I moved my hand down his chest, stomach, and all the way to his dick. I palmed it through his jeans and he hissed in response.
I glanced behind me to see if anyone was coming out or paying any attention to us. Thankfully they weren't.
"Baby, wait," he said and put his hand over mine, gently pulling it away from his pants. "Not here."
"I want you, Jackson. Now." I looked deep in to his eyes hoping to convey the amount of desire I was feeling at that moment.
He leaned in and got right up against my ear. I could feel his breath and his lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "Not here, darlin'. I'll fuck you so hard anywhere but here."
"But where - ?" I couldn't finish my question because his lips were on mine moving urgently against them. As his tongue entered my mouth, his hand slid up my shirt.
"Rhiannon, please. I need you. I need to feel you," he moaned against my lips.
"Holy shit, Jackson." I knew I was dangerously close to losing control and ripping his clothes off right then and there so I suggested the first thing that came to my mind, "The car."
He stopped and looked at me, questioningly at first and then a sly smile spread across his lips.
"The car," he agreed. He then grabbed my hand and led me back inside where everyone was having a blast, drinking and talking but we were running on a one-track mind so we didn't bother to even speak to anyone as we walked out the front door and down to Jackson's rental car.
He hit the button to unlock it and immediately opened the back door. He looked at me and smiled as he gestured to the open door.
"Ladies first," he said and winked.
I giggled and then climbed inside, lying down on my back and scooting as close to the other side as possible. Jackson leaned in to the car and unzipped my pants. He looked up at me and smirked as he pulled them down along with my panties. After he'd discarded them in the floor board, he unzipped his own pants and I gasped as I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. The site released a flood gate between my legs and the only thing I wanted at that moment was his dick inside me. I sat up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in to the car and on top of me.
I spread my legs and he settled in between them. We both moaned in unison as he entered me. He kept his eyes glued to mine as he slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside and then thrust himself hard and deep inside of me.
"Fuck!" I screamed and grabbed fistfuls of his t shirt.
"You like that?" he asked as he drove in to me again.
"Y-y-yes," I stuttered and then whore moaned.
He grabbed my thighs and sped up the pace, grunting and breathing hard. His hips slammed against my pubic bone and I cried out.
"Fuck, I love you," Jackson moaned as he crushed his lips to mine, immediately shoving his tongue down my throat. I squeezed my thighs tight around his waist and lifted my hips up to meet his, attempting to match his force. He called out my name and grabbed my ass, helping me keep up with his rhythm.
"Jackson…Oh fuck…" I breathed as I felt the tightening in my stomach. My head fell back against the seat. "Oh God…" My body began to shake all over.
"Cum for me, baby," Jackson commanded, thrusting harder and harder.
"Holy fucking shit," I moaned at the sound of his words. Seconds later, my body went in to convulsions as I came. I screamed Jackson's name over and over as I rode out my orgasm. I didn't even have a chance to settle down before he stiffened and his body jerked as he came.
He gently kissed me and then laid his head down on my chest, both of us still breathing hard. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled. He hummed against my chest and ran his fingertips along my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their path.
"I love you," I said suddenly, breaking the silence.
He rose up off of my chest and looked at me. "I love you, too Rhiannon."
He then kissed me again as he pulled out of me and buttoned his pants up. I sat up while he grabbed my pants and panties, handing them to me as he smiled.
I bumped my head, crashed my elbow against the window, and knocked my knee against the back of the seat all in the short span of time it took me to get dressed. Jackson just laughed and shook his head.
"Shut up and help me out of this car," I grumbled. He laughed again but reached his hand in to the car and took hold of mine, helping me out like a gentleman. I shoved him playfully and took off back to the hotel room.
"Are we racing?" I heard Jackson call from behind me. I just laughed in response and ran faster. It wasn't long before I could hear the sounds of his footsteps getting closer and closer.
I pushed myself harder, determined not to let him win. I reached the stairs first and took them two at a time, reaching the top just before Jackson. Before I could get away from him, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in to him, spinning me around to face him.
"You lose," he said breathlessly and then leaned in to kiss me but I put my finger to his lips to stop him.
"Not yet, I haven't," I teased and then pushed him away from me breaking out in to a sprint to the hotel room door. He was right on my heels and managed to get his arms around my waist again but not before I made it to the door.
"I win," I stated as he pushed me gently against the door.
"You win," he agreed. He planted a soft kiss on my lips and said, "Do you want your prize?" He then kissed me again this time deepening the kiss tremendously and pushing his body against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck snaking my fingers in to his hair. As we were engaged in this passionate kiss, the door opened and we almost fell inside. Jackson's strength was the only thing that saved us. He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me away from the door just before I could fall which would've undoubtedly caused him to fall as well.
"Whoops," Evan laughed. "Didn't know you guys were there." He looked in between us and asked, "Where have you two been anyway?"
"We were checking out Jackson's rental car," I said and looked at Jackson, who looked away from me to keep from laughing.
"Right," Evan scoffed and then stepped out of the way to let us in. "I have to call my lovely bride to be so if you guys don't mind…" He gestured for us to go inside so he could have some privacy.
Jackson released his grip and we went inside.
"Tell Mia I said hi," I managed to get in before Evan had completely shut the door.
We rejoined the party and began drinking again. About an hour later, we all decided it would be fun to play Bull Shit. Bull Shit is a very fun card game regardless of the fact that I am a terrible liar and never win. Eddie was usually the victor when we played but this time Jackson gave him a run for his money and actually ended up beating him.
"I never lose!" Eddie pouted.
"How about I get you a drink?" Jackson asked as he smirked, clearly enjoying his win.
"Fuck you, dude," Eddie laughed and they both went up for a shot of whiskey.
"Guys, it's 11:55!" Stacy announced excitedly. Evan went to work preparing the shots for our New Year's toast, I turned up the TV, Stacy passed out the noisemakers and the hats, and we all settled around the TV for the countdown. I sat between Jackson's legs on the floor and leaned my head back against his chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat. In that moment, I was so complete; so full of love, desire, and joy that I couldn't imagine anything ever being more perfect.
"Here we go," Chris said as the announcer on the TV began the countdown from ten.
We all joined in and then yelled, "Happy New Year!" when the countdown was complete, taking our shots and wishing each other a great year.
I turned to Jackson, my boyfriend and love of my life; the man who had repeatedly gone above and beyond to make me happy and feel special.
"Happy New Year, Jackson. I love you," I said and kissed him.
"Happy New Year, Rhiannon," he said and then kissed me again. "2010 is going to be a great year."
Hot back seat sex, a marriage talk, AND Stacy and Eddie made up! Christmas came early for you guys this year, huh? Next chapter's Evan and Mia's wedding!
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