J A C K S O N

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When I got to work this morning, I barely had time to settle in because we were called in to a massive road accident. There were at least twelve cars involved and the casualties were well into the dozens. To make a long story short, I was more than happy to find out that there was a mix up in the night shift. I could go home to my girl after a long day.

Never in a million years did I expect to come home and see my girl and my baby sister dressed like they were trying to give me an aneurysm.

"I'll ask again but don't expect a third time. Where do you both think you're going dressed like that?"

Nerida looked just about ready to shit herself but as always, Juliette was ready for conflict.

"Well, since you want to know so much, Nerida and I are going to a club," she stated, folding her arms across her chest.

"Oh, is that so?" Sardonicism poured out of my words.

For the first time in front of Juliette, I looked at Nerida and made no effort to hide the desire behind it. From her smooth, caramel legs to the way her dress made no effort to hide her generous bust. 

Nerida Spade was not a teenaged girl anymore, she hadn't been for a long time. The last couple months definitely served proof of that.

"Go down to the lobby and wait until I call you," I instructed Juliette, making sure she knew that I was not in the mood for her crap.

"Don't speak to Juliette like that."

If it's one thing that lights a fire under Nerida's ass, it's disrespecting Juliette. She was immensely protective of her best friend.

When I stared at her directly, I could see the slight hesitation in her eyes but I was proud of her for standing her ground.

The sound of the door shutting behind Juliette echoed throughout the apartment as annoyance emanated off of Nerida.

"Now that we're alone, you mind repeating what you said earlier?"

"So you have a hearing problem now. One too many sirens in your ear." She threw her purse to the couch and stormed into the kitchen. I took slow, calculated steps in her direction, wondering how far she was willing to take this.

She was busy trying to pour herself a shot of tequila and I knew she was doing all of this just to piss me off further. Nerida doesn't drink alcohol.

She picked up the little glass, ready to knock it back, and I paused. Let's see how brave she really is. We made eye contact over the glass and I raised my eyebrow condescendingly.

"Don't let me stop you Nerida, drink away."

"Don't tell me what to do Jackson! As a matter of a fact..." She marched over to the sink and poured the shot down the drain in 'defiance'. I knew she wouldn't do it. She can act stubborn all she wants, she'll always be my good girl.

I walked into the kitchen and she immediately started backing away, not even paying attention to the fact that she was just about to trap herself.

When her back pressed against the countertop, I moved quickly, keeping her right there.

Her tiny hands pressed against my chest, trying to keep me at bay. She turned her head to the right, denying me the pleasure of seeing her face.

I placed my hand on her waist and she gasped, simultaneously pushing her chest further into me.

I chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating throughout my chest.

"You know what's funny babygirl?" I leaned in and placed a kiss at the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a full body shudder from her.

"You always have so much to say..." Kiss. "...when I'm far away." Kiss. "But when I come close..." I placed a kiss on her jawline. "You're so quiet."

She tossed her head back and exposed all of her elegant, smooth neck to me.

So submissive

I ran my nose up and down her neck, drawing out tiny little whines. She fisted my hoodie and pushed herself closer to me. 

My hands went lower, gripping her hips and playing with the end of her dress.

She still wouldn't look at me and I tutted at how mean she was being.

"Won't you look at me Nerida? Show me those hazel eyes." She wouldn't budge, looking towards the ceiling but her body sung a different tune.

"I told you not to tell me what to do Jackson." I lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms still clutching onto the front of my hoodie for dear life.

"You're just a little brat, aren't you?"

She gasped and huffed. "I am not a brat."

"Is that so?" I mused. "It's my fault really. I've spoilt you rotten over the years and now, you think you can get away with anything."

It was partially true. Over the last two years, I most definitely have spoilt Nerida but overall, she's a good girl. A little poisoned by Juliette but good nonetheless. The problem is that she knows she can bat those eyelashes once and have me on my knees.

"I'm not spoilt." With an unprecedented burst of confidence, Nerida wrapped her legs around my body tighter and cupped both sides of my neck with her hands. "You just can't resist me."

I couldn't hide my tiny sliver of shock, wondering who exactly was the little vixen in front of me. I mean, this wasn't the first time we were in a situation like this but she has never been this forward.

Well, save for that one time with the whipped cream

"Well, since I can't resist you, tell me what you would like to do right now."

I had a few ideas of what we could do right now and none of them including clothing.

"Hmmm, I would like to go to that club with you and Juliette."

Well, that's a bummer. I thought I was finally starting to move on the same wavelength.

"I need for us to go to that club so I can show you exactly how spoilt I am."

My jaw slackened.

I didn't know what she meant by that but fuck, I wanted to find out.

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We'd gotten to the club about ten minutes ago and we lost Juliette as soon as we arrived.

Speaking of which, the tension between Nerida and I dissipated as soon as we got downstairs and met up with Juliette again. It was as if somebody had thrown a wet blanket on the mood as soon as I saw her stupid face. It's hard to think about intercourse with the woman on the right when your sister is sitting to your left.

I kept a tight hold on Nerida's waist as I guided us to our reserved private booth. When Juliette told me which club they intended to go to, I realized I knew the owner and called ahead so we wouldn't have to wait in line.

The owner was waiting for us at the booth and I swiftly introduced him to Nerida. He called over a waitress to take our orders and asked that should we need anything, just call on him.

I ordered a whiskey on the rocks for myself and a lime soda and a burger for Nerida since she didn't have dinner. The waitress left with our orders and I turned to Neri who was sat opposite me in the semi-circular booth.

She reached across the table and grabbed my hands, turning them face up. She started swirling different patterns on my palm, an idle habit of hers whenever she was waiting on something.

The waitress came back a few minutes later with our drinks and food. As soon as she left, Nerida crawled her way around the boot and straddled my lap.

Like I said, spoilt.

"We didn't have any dinner yet." She took the plate of food and placed it between us, feeding me and then feeding herself. She asked about my day and I told her everything, not leaving a single detail out.

I thought it was hilarious that Nerida was currently on my lap feeding me a burger while I told her about a massive accident. That's not the weird part, we were in the private area of a banging club and about thirty feet from us, people were grinding against each other and having the time of their life.

Life was never boring with Nerida Spade.

We finished the meal and Nerida snuggled into the crease of my neck. I was wondering why she even wanted to come here if she was in her cuddle mood. I'm not complaining but we could've cuddled at home too... under all those blankets, the temperature just above freezing, feeling this tight little body against mine.

Fuck that sounds amazing right now.

"Jackson," Nerida whispered against the crook of my ear. Her voice was soft and airy, making goosebumps rise along my arms.

"Yes babygirl?"

"I want to touch you."

I gulped, unsure if this was some sort of trick or if her mind was on the same level as me.

As if feeling my hesitation, she dragged her hands down my chest and went under my shirt.

"Please Jackie? Let me touch you."

I had to be an idiot to resist.

I held her by the back of her neck and brought her face closer to mine. "You can do whatever you want to me."

She leaned in and kissed the side of my mouth, going down my jawline on either side. My head leaned back on the leather cushion and I realized she had me in the same position I had her in earlier. However, I couldn't find it in me to care when I felt her kiss my neck and start to suck.

My hands tightened their hold on her thighs as she nipped and sucked at that one spot.

I haven't had sex in a little over four years and at first, it was fine because I was going through a phase of repulsion towards women and disgust with myself.

About six years ago, the loneliness got to me and I found myself trying to fill that void with as much alcohol as I could for the next two years.

One time, I was so drunk that I ended up sleeping with this woman and I didn't even know her name. I was sickened by my actions and swore off alcohol. I felt so guilty that I swore off women too.

I had a little sister. If someone treated her the way I treated that woman, I would beat him senseless.

Of course, after that my self-isolation increased and right when things seemed to be approaching their darkest point, Nerida came into my life.

Now, all I wanted was a life with Nerida. She needed to know that she was irreplaceable to me. I wanted her in every way that a person could want another person.

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i don't know how i feel about this chapter

i might rewrite it one day

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