Brittni's a Scorpio!

Jackson's POV.

"Are we good now?" I whisper, this question on my mind since I finished my story. It's hard to believe that Brittni could still be mad after what I just told her, but I still want us to be good.

"Yeah," she sighs, lifting her head from my chest. I've been holding her since I denied her request to help Brinley and I. "But please, no more lies. I've had enough of those to last a lifetime."

Trust me, I have too.

Brittni never actually agreed to my proposition of her staying out of this whole ordeal, but I'm hoping she has enough respect for me to abide by it. If anything were to happen to her in the hands of this psycho, I don't know what I'd do. She's everything I have, she's half my family. I need her more than breathing, her being hurt would mean me being in pain.

"I promise," I rasp, rubbing my nose against hers. Being the amazing guy I am, I smirk slightly, bending my knees in order to cup Brittni's round ass in my hands. Her face olds surprise when I lift her, her legs jumping around my waist. I feel my dick jerk.

"Jackson..." She pants, her eyes already clouded with lust. I'm sure mine look exactly the same.

"Let me make love to you, baby," I breathe against her lip, my legs carrying us up the stairs. "Let me worship your beautiful body. You're mine, and I'll show you just that."

The hitch in her breathing isn't hard to notice, it makes me hard when I think about all the ways I want to show her that I love her. It'll never be just fucking with her. I want to love her over and over again in every way possible. She deserves the feeling, with all she's been through.

"Please show me," she whispers, her eyes staring directly into mine. I love when she looks at me like this, like I'm the only person in the world that can save her. Even though that's the opposite of how I think of myself, because of what she told me happened yesterday, I like knowing she feels that way regardless.

I smirk up at her, slamming my bedroom door behind me as I set her down on my desk. I've had this idea for a while now, something that keeps me awake at night thinking about it.

"Why am I on your desk?" She asks, her breathing labored.

"You'll see," I tell her, placing my palms on the insides of her legs and spreading them apart. This action almost immediately makes her heart rate pick up, it always does. Stepping in between her now parted thighs, I press my covered cøck against her aching core.

"Jackson..." She moans, throwing her head back, not being able to resist the urge, I wrap a hand in her hair and press my lips to her throat. She's so sweet and soft, I can't get enough of feeling her against my tongue.

"See that mirror?" I mumble against her skin, her body jolting.

"Mhmm..." She hums.

"Watch me pleasure you." I feel her body completely still, a cocky smirk threatening to pull at my lips. I instead, raise my head to her's seeing the confusion, but hunger in her eyes.

"W-what?"

The way my desk is set up, has a perfect view of the  mirror. The short side of the wood platform faces the glass panels of my closet. Brittni sits where you'd put your chair and papers, giving her a side view of everything.

"I want you to watch the way I make you feel," I rasp, my voice deep with arousal.

I can see her battling with herself, so to calm her, I press my lips to hers. I feel her sigh into the kiss, a deep breath being sucked in through my nose. I love kissing her.

With lips and tongues moving erotically together, my hands trail up Brittni's sides, under her shirt. The fact that my love is letting me do this with her shows just how much she trusts me. A foreign feeling blooms inside my chest, something deeper than love at the thought.

I pull away for a second, pulling my shirt up and over my head before doing the same with Brittni. Her beautiful set of tits are on show for me, her bra seeming to small with the amount of cleavage that falls out of the cups. She's going to kill me.

"Fucking hell," I curse, my eyes drinking in her toned stomach, back up to her eyes. She's flustered, her eyes wild and cheeks coated with a small blush. I love when she's like this. So out of control. "I could come in pants from seeing you like this."

With the redness that further covers her face, I can tell she loves my crude remarks. Girls like her don't express just how much they love dirty talk, but really, they don't have to. It's all in the eyes and face.

She whines, obviously needing more. I smirk, bending my head to kiss along her breasts, laying my palms on her lower back to pull her closer to me. And then, I'm unclasping her bra, letting her amazing chest fall free for my hands and mouth.

"Oh god..." She moans, her hand moving to my hair.

"Jackson," I growl, only teasing. Well, slightly. "Oh, Jackson."

My words seem to turn her on further as she throw her back, my tongue and lips massaging her perfectly plump nipples.

"Look at yourself," I demand.

Brittni's POV.

When those words leave Jackson's mouth, heat runs through my body straight to my core. I'm not exactly sure how this is going to go, but I turn my head anyway, facing the mirror. What I see has my face turning an even darker shade of red than it was.

It's so weird seeing how I look during times like this. I obviously am not able to see myself when things like this occur, and as much as it's strange what I'm seeing now, it's also so fascinating. Erotic really. Watching Jackson with his lips attached to my chest makes a totally different feeling bloom in my chest making me moan.

"Beautiful," he tells me, looking at the side of my face as I keep my eyes on the mirror. I should feel embarrassed, but I can't take my eyes away.

My head only turns back to him when he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down my legs along with my panties. The cold air rushes to my hot area, my body erupting with goosebumps.

"Don't move your eyes away from the mirror, baby," he demands, getting down on to his knees. He places my legs over his shoulders, my entire self jolting with the knowledge with what's about to happen.

I watch as he lowers his head to my aching area, my head turning to the mirror. I can see his mop of messy hair, thanks to yours truly, and only the feeling of his breath on me. This way, there is way more suspense. When I finally feel his mouth suction to my core, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

I moan, my hands finding their way into Jackson's hair as I try to keep my eyes open to watch this. His head bobs, the image incredibly erotic. I can only faintly see the vein in his neck as he licks me up, his jaw moving. I don't know if I can last long with this showing. It's even more pleasing than watching him face to face.

Jackson's POV.

She's so fucking good, it should be a crime. I can't get enough of tasting her this way. With her moans and whimpers, it makes the taste even better. Not to mention my cøck straining against my jeans in a painful manner.

Despite Brittni being shy to watch herself in the mirror, I can tell she's enjoying. Moan of all sorts leave her mouth, my tongue only doing so much. I suck, nip, bite, my entire being centered around this moment.

"Jackson, Jackson," she whimpers. "Oh Jax, keep going."

I smirk, like I was going to stop.

I groan against her, knowing the vibrations that run up her body when I do so. Her thighs squeeze around my head in pleasure, a cry leaving her mouth.

Forgetting about the flicking motions of my tongue, I move on to something that's torturous and sure to make my baby come. Tightening my grip on her thighs, my lips suck up her delicious clįt, and it's enough for her to begin shaking.

"More, more, more," she begs, her release coursing through her as I continue my torture on her pussy. A cry of my name falls from her lips, and when I'm finished licking up the rest of her essence, I stand up. I can't wait any longer.

Unbuckling my pants, with the help of Brittni, and pulling down the rest of my clothing, I grip her ass in my hands and lift her. As I'm walking towards my bed, I align her with my dick, slowly sliding into her as I lay her down.

"Oh fuck." My girl curses, actually curses. Why does that sound so hot? Should it sound so good?

"Your pussy..." I strain, rocking my hips into hers. I increase the pace with every penetration, wanting to get straight to the point. "Is fucking amazing, baby."

She closes her eyes, arching her back and aiding me in thrusts. When I push towards her, she pushes towards me creating a deeper penetration.

Feeling her without a condom makes my eyes roll to the back of my read. Goddamn, she's so warm.

"Fuck," I curse. "We should've gotten you on birth control sooner."

She nods, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. Moans and whimpers fall from her lips at a rapid fashion, hearing her so satisfied has me feeling all types of ways.

The heels of her feet dig into my ass as I continue to rock into her. I can feel something in the pit of my stomach, a grunt leaving my mouth because of it. With Brittni pulling at my hair, I open my eyes to see her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth agape, hair wild and cheeks flushed. She looks so damn sexy.

Brittni's eyes snap open, a deep thrust hitting that particular spot. "Jackson!" That's all it takes for me to let go, curses of all sorts falling from my lips, drenching my room in sins. It was never a holy place, but now it never can be. Sloppy thrusts are made by me, as I finish our orgåsm's.

And when I'm finally spent as well as Brittni, I slide out of her, letting my eyes shamelessly take in the aftermath of our deed.

"Fuck," I rasp, looking back up at Brittni who is completed exhausted. That's okay, she wasn't going to leave this bed anyway. "I love you."

"I love you," she pants, latching to my body as soon as I lay down next to her. Both of us are still sweaty from the previous event, but I could careless.

"I'm going to take care of this shit," I tell her, drawing patters on the side of her body. "I promise."

She looks up at me, her eyes sad. "I wish you weren't involved."

I try not become angry at her statement.

"Whether we got together or not, I will always be involved. And I will always be there to protect you," I brush the hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Understand?"

"Yes," she sighs, pecking my chest before closing her eyes.

I don't mention just how nervous I am about the whole situation. Not the fact that I'm scared of this Nathan guy, but because I'm worried Brinley and I's intentions will backfire on Brittni.

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So this chapter was a filler for the next huge events to come!! Yay! Only about five chapters left until we're completely done with the book so hold on to the edge of your seats ;) should be done by Wednesday :)

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