B O N U S # 3

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J A C K S O N

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...this also takes place within the two year leap
(between chapters 8 & 9)
some time before the previous bonus chapter though
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"Twelve," Nerida giggled as I completed yet another pull up with her hanging on to my arm like a monkey.

"C'mon chubs! You're doing great," Nerida cheered, in her absolute glory. I could only compare her joy to a child playing on a monkey bar for the first time, even though she does this every single time we come to the gym.

I completed the final pull up and then dropped to the floor, carefully holding on to Nerida's body that was still wrapped around mine.

She happily applauded, praising me for completing twenty pull-ups with an extra one hundred and twenty pounds attached to my body.

I walked towards the bench and grabbed a water for her and myself.

"I don't even know why you come to the gym Neri," I said to her as she gulped down the water, holding onto the bottle with both hands. "You don't do any exercise."

"Oh darling," she sighed dramatically as she redid the cap on her water bottle. "Don't you know that the only reason I come here is to ogle you as you work out?"

She wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed at her quirkiness, wondering why I even try sometimes.

"I'm just saying, maybe it'll do you some good if while at the gym, you actually exercise," I replied as I took a sip of my water. I sat on the bench and Nerida adjusted her position on my lap.

"But I do exercise," she said defiantly. "Everything you do I do it too.

"Yeah, clinging to my body."

She gave me a little stink face and I smiled cheekily, sticking my tongue out at her.

"I think the real reason you like to come to the gym is to flaunt your athletic wear," I teased.

The moment the words left my lips, I regretted them, having realized I trapped myself. My eyes automatically went to the short, grey tights and trust me, they don't call them tights for nothing.

I don't understand why I keep doing this to myself.

Around thirty minutes later I was finally finished with my workout and we made our way back up to our apartment. One of the best features in this building was definitely the gym.

I went ahead and showered in our bedroom and Nerida showered in what was supposed to be her room but is now temporarily Juliette's.

I love my sister and I want nothing more than to keep her safe but my goodness. The kid was a pain in the ass. As if living with Nerida wasn't scary enough, now I've got both of them with me. With the two of them combined, I'm buying more candy, groceries, tampons and clothes than I ever have and probably ever will buy in my life. The two of them are what I call an average height recipe for disaster.

The most annoying part is the fact that Juliette never gives me a moment's peace with Nerida.

I'm not calling her a cockblock since the cock in question wasn't going anywhere. I'm calling her an eyebrow wiggling, untimely commenting, lack of privacy giving pest.

She was working today- thank goodness- but she'll be home later unless she decides to go out with friends again. Juliette was definitely in her party girl phase and it gave me more anxiety than I'd like to admit.

On one hand, I had my little sister Juliette who was hellbent on living the utmost shit out of her twenties.

Then, I had Nerida.

Juliette wanted to do anything and everything imaginable. Nerida wanted to do anything and everything imaginable, as long as she was doing it with me.

Now, don't get me wrong. It was the same with me. I wanted to experience the world with Nerida by my side. However, I didn't want Nerida to feel as though she could do nothing without me by her side.

She was smart and talented and beautiful. The world was hers for the taking and she needed to acknowledge that.

I know that's something her therapist has been ardently working on but Nerida could be as stubborn as a bull.

I think the idea of independence to her is a life without me in it. Nerida doesn't seem to realize that the only way I will leave her life is if she grabs me by the ear and throws me out.

I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon. I am going to keep trying to help her realize that she can be independent and still have me in her life.

I finished showering before Nerida (shocker) and waited for her in our bedroom. My eyes caught one of the framed pictures of us on the bedside drawer and I picked it up with a grin on my face.

It was a photograph of us from our trip to Italy a few weeks ago.

Since Nerida has been with me, we've traveled twice. I took her to Jamaica for her nineteenth birthday and a surprise trip to Italy for her twentieth.

I want Nerida to see the world and explore its magic. She deserved it and it was my responsibility to ensure that she received it.

She came in a while later, just as I had returned the photograph to its previous position. She was dressed in a pair of grey shorts and a grey cropped hoodie.

I was gradually getting better at the whole not-staring-at-Nerida-like-a-piece-of-meat thing but sometimes, she made it so incredibly hard.

No pun intended.

"Jackie, come put lotion on my legs," she asked as she threw herself on the bed.

Inwardly, I was going through a mission shutdown, hearing the alarm bells sound in my head. Outwardly, I was the poster boy for serenity.

Yet again, I can feel the beginning of a bad idea forming.

I grabbed the lotion from her dressing table and returned to the bed, where she threw her legs over mine.

I performed my task silently, having an internal battle between savouring the silkiness of her legs and remembering that this was probably highly inappropriate.

I really didn't know who would find it inappropriate. I mean, I was a consenting adult who just wanted to apply lotion to another consenting adult's velvety legs.

However, I was also a consenting adult who wanted to fuck the living daylights out of this other consenting adult over the back of my couch.

I was a mess

"You always put the lotion on better," Nerida murmured. "It's 'cause your hands are so big."

I can think of something else that's big and will do a better job of applying lotion.

Wait... what?

Shut up Jackson.

I smiled gently at her, continuing my ministrations.

"Jackie, can you comb my hair too?" She asked, just as I'd finished with her legs.

"I think somebody wants me to pamper them." Feeling a little playful, I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder.

She yelped and then let out a stream of uncontrollable giggles, wrapping both her arms around my torso from behind. I took us to the living room and unceremoniously dropped her on the couch.

Nerida couldn't stop laughing and you think I'd held her down and tickled her. You don't want to see what happens when I tickle her.

I straddled her body, making sure not to weigh down on her. Her hair spread out around her like a fiery mane of reddish brown and she stared up at me with that familiar merry glint in her eye.

"Tell me this. If I do comb this mess of a head, what do I get in return?" I wasn't sure where I was going with this but then again, I'm not even really sure where I'm going with my life.

"Hmmm, I guess you're just going to have to wait and see."

One of the things I loved most about Nerida is that she's not naive. She was innocent for sure and carried herself with ingenuity but that didn't mean she didn't know what she was doing.

Nerida was a fairy on the outside. Pure, ethereal and guileless. On the inside, however, she was a fae.

Mischievous, coy and crafty. She was always up to something, always seeking out a hidden agenda.

She was so intriguing. It drove me crazy not knowing what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. It made me want to fuck answers out of her.

I ended up combing her hair, although I think we both knew I was going to do it anyway.

I am an experienced firefighter and I perform some pretty rigorous and grueling tasks on a daily basis. I always thought I could class myself as a tough guy until the day I first combed Nerida's hair.

This shit was no joke. There was so much separating and moisturizing and so many knots... so many knots.

I genuinely believe that there was nothing on this planet I couldn't do because I've mastered the art of hair and not just any hair, Nerida's hair.

About forty five minutes later, I had Nerida's hair braided in a couple waist length plaits. She tied them up in a helter-skelter knot on top of her head and then cuddled up next to me on the couch.

But of course, we were doing a tad more than cuddling.

Her fingers trailed up and down my clothed chest as my hands caressed the side of her face. She toyed with the ends of my t-shirt and I could feel the goosebumps forming when she trailed her fingers across my bare skin.

"Jackson," she whispered after a few minutes of seductive silence. "Take your shirt off."

My stomach sank.

Honestly, I'm not built for this shit. I don't know how long I can last anymore. The girl of my dreams is cuddled up next to me telling me to take my shirt off and my morals are fighting me tooth and nail.

"You know, if I ask you to do the same thing, it'll be considered inappropriate," I joked weakly, praying she couldn't see that I was practically sweating.

"Just take it off, please?" She begged, lightly dragging her nails up my chest underneath my jersey. "I promise you won't regret it."

Fuck

It's moments like these where I end up making some seriously bad decisions. My brain can't take it when she goes from being my innocent little baby to being a sexy little vixen in a few damn sentences.

I sat up and hesitantly pulled the shirt off. She was staring up at me, biting down on her supple lip. She knew what she was doing to me. I mean... she had to.

My eyes were glued to her, unable to look away from such an enchantment. She placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, slyly trading our positions.

"I want you to lie on your stomach please," she asked.

She was so utterly alluring. It was almost as though I was actually under her spell, unable to come up with a response more intelligent than, "Why?"

She giggled and placed her hand on my chest, proceeding to drag it down to the waistband of my sweatpants and back up again.

"I want to give you a massage silly."

Shitttttt

What do I do? What do I do?

"You work so hard all the time. I'm sure your muscles are super sore."

Nerida was teasing me. I was coherent enough to know that. She knew she had me right where she wanted me, so I bet neither of us was that shocked when the next intellectual thing to come out of my mouth was, "Uh huh."

Sneakily, she slipped her fingers right under the waistband of my paints and left it there, not even going and inch below the elastic lining.

"So, why don't you let me make it all better? It'll be your reward for combing my hair so nicely."

Crap

It's times like this where I question all my life's decisions. Times where the sexiest woman on the planet was offering to give me a massage that I knew wasn't going to have a happy ending. I would then be stuck with a painful erection and no other outlet for relief, but my hand.

There's a really dumb part of me that's driven solely sexual desire. It constantly asks me, "Why don't you just make love to this beautiful woman? You're probably going to beg her to marry you anyway."

And my response has always been and will probably always be, "I have no clue but I feel like it's wrong."

At this point, I'm even considering going back to Karen for a session, regardless of how much it pains me to look at her stupid face.

I don't think there was a question of whether or not I was going to lie on my stomach. Especially since I already did so and Nerida had straddled my body shortly after, nestling herself on my ass.

I asked myself what part of her tiny little baby hands was going to relieve my muscles of this nonexistent pain, but I didn't care. My brain was too clouded by the thought of her hands on my body.

She started out by rubbing my shoulders and as I predicted, her little hands weren't strong enough to actually massage my muscles but boy was it soothing.

Nerida glided her hands up and down my back, barely rubbing anything but mostly just smoothing her hands over my skin. This was better than any deep tissue massage that's for sure.

"Jackson," she called after what I would say was about ten minutes of pure heaven.

"Yes, love?" I didn't need to turn around to know that she was blushing wildly. I think I've called Nerida every pet name in the book but when I call her love, she just melts. I guess she knows that's exactly who she is, my love.

"I was thinking that we should go out for dinner tonight," she suggested as she rubbed her thumbs in circles at the base of my back.

"Whatever you desire baby, it's yours." And it was the complete truth.

"Not everything," I heard her mumble to herself and my head raised slightly.

"What's wrong pumpkin?" I was more than confused as to what she was talking about. What did she want?

"Nothing. Forget about it." She was too quick in her reply for me to think it wasn't anything serious but she was also wise in the ways of distracting me.

She quickly laid her body along my back and moved her arms under my body so that they wrapped around me. She rubbed her nose along my neck and started placing light kisses on the sensitive skin.

Darn minx

I maneuvered around on my back so that she lay atop me, but clearly didn't think it through, when she ended up sitting on my more than prominent bulge.

We gasped at the same time, though I made no move to remove her body from where she sat.

She ran her hands up my torso until she cupped my lower jaw, bringing her face closer to mine. My hands followed a similar path, instead moving up her back until I could gently hold on to the back of her neck.

My eyes never moved from hers, especially since at this proximity, I could see the storm of greens, browns and oranges in her irises.

She closed her eyes, shutting me out of the window to her soul, and nuzzled her nose against mine. I repeated her action, carefully moving my nose against hers in the sweetest Eskimo kiss.

I could feel my resolve wavering as my mind fought for a plausible answer as to why I was denying myself heaven and all its stars.

My hands moved to cup her cheeks, already having made up my mind that I was finally going to succumb to my desires.

"Nerida I-"

"I'M HOME BITCHES!!!!"

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bloody Juliette

always cockblocking somebody

i swear, even i screamed when i interrupted them so i can't imagine how you guys feel

and i was really starting to get in the zone too

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