Give and Take E-Book

Tigris Eden

• Herausgeber: Kats Kreative Ideas
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Stories from Beauville
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 388

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Compromise is a word Annabelle Macon knows well. Sacrifices at home, in college and with her career, have all given her the tools to be the person she is. Now it seems she must also make concessions for her long-time love, Jackson Storme.

Six months into their relationship, and he’s already making unrealistic demands. With distance putting that much more of a strain on their relationship, how are the two ever going to manage?

Old insecurities have a way of resurfacing, making Anna feel less than suitable for someone like Jackson. She’s worked hard to get to where she is now. Her life and her work are clashing, making matters worse. Bringing a whole new meaning to work/life balance. But Anna knows that with a little give and take everything will fall into place, regardless of the obstacles that may stand in her way.

Leseprobe

GIVE AND TAKE

Stories from Beauville: Anna and Jackson

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Praise for the Shadow Unit Series

“The Shadow Unit Series is an edge of your seat thrill ride full of steamy romance, conspiracy and best of all, hot shifters. A great series for any lover of the genre.” -Author S. Cu’Anam Policar.

“This was one of the best 2nd in a series books I think I have ever read. I have been waiting to see what happened with Jes and Draven, the hotness that is Royce and Ronin. Great Follow up. Great writing, can’t wait till the others come out!” –Tka3nme.

“Just when you think happily ever after there is another twist in the story that keeps you turning the page.” –1safelady.

“The Shadow Unit Series is intense, gritty and HOT HOT HOT!!!” –Viki Sloboda.

“Intrigue, love and action make an irresistible read.” –Vondetta Carter

“Once you start reading them you can’t put them down until you’re finished. Then you are anxiously waiting for the next.” –Barb A.

“Shadow Unit Series is an emotional, raw, sexy, action packed paranormal fabulousness that sucks you in from page one. You will cry, laugh, and blush throughout the series and burn for more.” –Indy Book Fairy

“Hunky men, steamy scenes, romance and a touch of the paranormal. What more can you ask for? It’s all here in the Shadow Unit.” –Jennifer Ballam.

“The Shadow Unit series is an edge of your seat mix of adventure and romance that will leave the readers wanting more!” –Ty Langston, Author of Decadent Dreams

Praise for Arctic Bound

“Arctic Bound is meltingly passionate and explosively sexy! Ms. Eden brings us an amazing story. Arctic Bound kept me guessing! Doesn’t happen often but I was stunned speechless a few times with plot twists I never saw coming.” –Bitten by LoveReviews

“I enjoyed Arctic Bound because of the heroine, she was no one’s push over. She was a fighter. There was passion, mystery and all kinds of paranormal creatures.” –Debra Crosby

“Do you want dark and brooding? Check. Do you want a heroine with a troubled past? Check. Do you want the leads to not be physically perfect? Partial check. Do you want your paranormal favorites in one place? Huge Check!” –Jenny

“I love Tigris Eden as an author and here’s why, she puts everything I want in a book without it being too much. I am a huge fan of adding diversity into books and Tigris delivers.” –Reese’s Book reviews

“The well-orchestrated events of this romance keep readers on the edge of their seats and ensure that the readers want to know everything. I was completely bewitched by the Arctic Wolves and their fascinating world and I can’t wait to read the next one.”– Evampire

Praise for Diamond

“My first book from this author and most certainly not my last. There are a lot of books available that claim to be dystopian with dark undertones but this book just knocked me for six! I wasn't quite sure what to expect but whatever it was it most certainly wasn't this. I read the synopsis and thought alrighty then futuristic sci fi with a mysterious heroine and the stereo typical alpha male. Can I state here and now that this book seems to have a life of its own and if it's a romance you seek then perhaps you will scream but if you want to get knocked on your (no doubt) shapely behind then this book deserves to be read!” – Marta Cox

“I feel like if I just write WOW! that will cover the review, yet I know I need to provide more than one word.

Let’s begin with the official stuff, I was provided a copy of Diamond in exchange for an honest review via NetGalley.  the cover drew me in; I mean seriously; this has to be one of the best covers I’ve seen in a long time. Once I read the book, it ultimately NAILED the female protagonist, Nadya.

I have been drawn to post-apocalyptic stories for a while and read so many.  This is a world where every breath is a fight, water is scarce, and food… Well, what do people do when food runs low?  It’s savage, raw, and depicts a nightmare world.  The imagery was brutal yet so realistic; I was thankful for my fresh glass of water.” –Boundless Book Reviews

Give and Take

Copyright © 2017 Tigris Eden

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Cover Design: Jen Howard Gun Powder Designs

Editor: Chelle Olson

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Proofed: Paige Prince

Published by: Kats Kreative Ideas

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ISBN: 9781625177032

ISBN13: 978-1500860561

ISBN10: 1500860565

Acknowledgments

I don’t really know where to begin with this part, but, I will start by saying THANK YOU!

Sheryl, from Wolf Paw, and my three beta readers, you guys pulled a clutch when I needed you the most! So thank you, Sheryl, Brandy, Julie, and all the staff over at Bitten By Love Reviews that helped at the very last hour! I also want to thank Jenni, my assistant. Jenni, you are an amazing person, and I am truly blessed to have you! As always, to my amazing Foxes! You ladies are truly amazing! And of course to my readers. You guys take the time to by my work, and it’s a very humbling experience when I read your reviews, good or bad. They are all welcomed! You’re all star players!

Dedication:

I’d like to dedicate Give and Take, to a group of women in my life who’ve influenced me in one way or another.

Tekura, you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me as little sisters can go. I love you Q! Your amazing strength and beautiful smile has never wavered, no matter what’s been thrown your way. You come out on top! You’re a beautiful person on the inside and out, and I’m honored to be privy to that. I know we’re far apart, but that doesn’t matter. Our bond continues to grow no matter the distance.

Alicia, your strength, guidance, and over all attitude towards life reminds me of all the things we’ve overcome together as sisters. You’re an amazing woman, and being a part of your life has helped me tremendously. I may not say it all the time, but I love you!

Nikki, you’re my sister no matter what! Me and you are tight, and always will be. I can’t even begin to express the gratitude or the love I fell just knowing I can pick up the phone and call you and vent! You’re the voice I’ve come to depend on when I need a little bit of sanity in my life.

Murielle, it was you that gave me the title to Anna and Jackson’s adventure. I’m glad you’re a part of our family. We were truly blessed the day you arrived. Don’t ever forget you’re loved by me and mine, always.

Yetta, you’re my ride or die chick. Always will be. I can commit all kinds of anarchy and I know you got my back. I love you!

Chapter 1

“When are you coming home?”

Sweet tea and long lazy days filled with intimacy and sex. It’s what Jackson’s voice makes me yearn for. Carefree days spent in his big bed making love, and binge watching The Walking Dead and Helix well into the night until we’re so exhausted, our bodies fall into a deep sleep. Beautiful days turned into hot sweaty nights. Jackson’s made the past several months wonderful in ways I can’t explain.

“Baby, I’ll be back soon.” The longing is clear in my tone as I respond.

His growl over the phone makes me shiver.

“Anna.” I can tell he’s frustrated. The words verbalized are strained. Throatier.

My body is going into withdrawals and when the sound dips low, it’s more growl than anything else. My stomach pitches into free fall and my breath stutters. No matter how many times I tell myself I’m city-chic, I always give in to my southern sigh.

“One more week,” I whisper into the phone. I’m not strong enough to handle all that is Jackson with his crooning words.

“Promise me I’ll be dining on your sweet body by Sunday.”

It's exactly seven days from today.

“Sunday, Jackson.”

“Good girl. I’ll expect a call tomorrow, Anna.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” I mock sweetly into the phone before hanging up. I’ve been back in New York for only three days and each hour away is proving to be harder than the last. After I took the job at Stage One, our relationship soared into unknown territory. Much like my photography career; which as of late, is a strain on both of us. He wants me in Beauville, and I want to be there, but I also want to pursue my career. We’re heavily ingrained in relationship mode and although I’ve loved Jackson practically my entire life, he has yet to say the words. Then again, neither have I. As a woman, I don’t want to come off as aggressive and needy. I promised myself I wasn’t going to push him. When he tells me he loves me, I want it to be because he feels it.

You’ve felt it every day.

True.

But a woman doesn’t play all her cards in one hand. I want Jackson to love me. I need him to, but only when he’s ready. Until then, I’m holding onto the words. Afraid I’ll run him off into the arms of Viola, or worse, his baby momma, if I do say them.

Well, what does that say about your self-esteem?

Not a damn thing.

I’ll be the first to admit, I never in a million years thought Jackson would fall for me.

Did I hope for it?

Yup.

Did I want it badly?

Do fireflies flicker?

Damn straight.

Now that I have him, I’m terrified of losing him. This makes me all kinds of paranoid, manifesting my terror into a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’ll lose him no matter how hard I try not to fuck it all up.

Gah!

Calm down, Anna.

My world doesn’t revolve around Jackson. But my heart clearly does.

It’s Monday night, and I promised Talia I’d have drinks with her at the Metro. It’s a swanky club on the lower east side of town and is almost always booked. Somehow, Talia got us reservations.

I was putting on my outfit when I’d answered Jackson’s call. My little black dress is a flair that I partnered with my strappy gold Jimmy’s. Gold hoops compliment my slick up-do and make-up. I don’t dress up like I normally would. That’s all kinds of crazy and asking for trouble. Last year I was single. This year I’m Jackson Storme’s woman, and even though he isn’t here to see me, I feel obliged to tone it down. I don’t want to put out signals, or advertise to anyone I’m available for a quick romp. We’d spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s with my mom, Joey, and Treat. Jackson was clear. A woman’s signals are based on what she put out into the universe. I didn’t believe him at first and was standoffish because of it, but once I thought about it, I agreed he had a valid point. Even though we haven’t professed our love for one another, we both understand we’re exclusive. Grabbing my clutch and coat, I take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs to catch a cab.

“Anna! Over here,” Talia’s bright red hair stands out in a sea of blondes and dark browns. She is the center of attention as she holds her martini glass near the entrance. There’s a wide smile on her face as she waves me over.

We were roommates in college when I first moved to New York from Beauville. Her father is a huge oil executive at a big company in Texas. Like me, we both wanted out of our small towns and back porch conversations, so we could integrate into city life. We’d bonded while reinventing ourselves.

Talia is wearing a silky black jumpsuit with a silver chain belt that sits loosely on her waist. Lou Peeks cover her feet to complete her outfit. I weave my way around the crowd towards her and pull her into a hug before we walk inside. The Metro is dimly lit. A slow song pours out of hidden speakers giving the atmosphere a sultry feel. Tables and couches decorate the establishment. Chairs made of rich mahogany wood and covered tables draped in red linen add warmth to the surroundings. We sit the center. That doesn’t surprise me. Talia is all about the attention.

“How was the shoot today?”

I shrug. It wasn’t a bad but it wasn’t a great one either. One of the other key photographers, Jared, is a guy I dated for a while in college. He is one of the few Talia knew about. She had a nasty habit of going after what belonged to other people. Including men that I was interested in.

“Shrugging tells me nothing.”

A waiter stops by to take my drink order.

“Caipirinha please. Rimmed with sugar.”

“You and your fancy drinks,” Talia comments.

“You and your martinis,” I counter.

We both smirk and Talia winks, then begins to tell me about her day. This consisted of her many clients whining about what they thought they needed or asking for their next assignment. She’s an agent to some of New York’s up-and-coming models. Her life is always drama-filled.

Our waiter returns with my drink and takes our food order. We spend the night eating and catching up. Talia knows about Jackson, but has yet to meet him. It's on purpose.

“You sure he’s what you want, Anna?” Talia questions, reaching out and placing a hand on top of mine.

“Yes, I’m sure. He’s everything I want and more, but I also want my career.”

Talia shifts so she can eye me sideways. “You say it like you have to choose. You can have both.”

It’s not a matter of choosing. Not exactly. It’s more of a striking out on my own. Jackson and his sister Joey both think I should set up shop in Beauville. I’m not ready to open my own studio just yet. It was the original plan, but things change all the time. Working with Stage One will help build my credibility as a photographer.

“There are always choices, Talia. I just want to make sure I make the right one.”

A commotion at the front of the restaurant has both Talia and I looking to see what it is. Two very well-known men of the city enter the Metro. People are clamoring inside for a chance to see Colby and Markus Graham. The Graham brothers are notorious for their serial dating and their money. According to some, they had ties to the founding fathers of 4Tech Multimedia Group. Every woman’s wet dream, and every man’s nightmare. That was the line on page six of Nightlife, a famous tabloid magazine in the city. I was in no danger of falling for their charms. Talia was another story.

“Well, it looks like our night just improved by one hundred and fifty percent, Anna.”

I roll my eyes. The brothers are hot, can’t deny that. They’re also arrogant jerks, and more than full of themselves. Confidence is good, too much ends with trouble.

“Oh hell, they’re coming this way.” I mutter.

“I know. I invited them.” Talia shares with a bright smile on her face.

“Talia.” I hiss.

My so-called friend shrugs, and stands when both men arrive at our table.

“Talia dear, you look amazing.” Colby Graham beams, pulling her into a hug and kissing her on top of her head as if she were a wayward child to fawn over. Markus does the same before they both take their seats. I of course, don’t move. I did not want to give them the wrong idea. This was no double date. Colby sits to my right and Markus to my left. Both men are wearing expensive suits, their hair in perfect condition, and their smiles charming. Any woman would get a run for their money if they were involved with either brother.

Markus turns his attention to me and grins.

“Who is this exotic, bronze beauty?”

I don’t get the chance to correct him because Talia immediately takes over the conversation.

“Oh, this is my good friend, Annabelle Macon. Anna,” she gestures toward the brothers, “Colby and Markus Graham.”

“Yes, I know who they are.” I say, taking a sip of my now watered-down drink.

“Well, you may have heard of us, Miss Macon,” Markus grabs my left hand, no doubt happy there isn’t a ring there. “But I’ve never had the pleasure of knowing you.”

And you never will.

His lips graze my knuckles, and his eyes never break contact. Trying not to make a scene, I gently extract my hand from his grasp.

“Let’s get to know each other,” he purrs. My stomach rolls, as do my eyes. Do women really fall for their flattery? Yes, and you would have too if not for Jackson.

I smile politely, but inside I’m seething. Talia knows I’m seeing Jackson. I live with him when I’m not in New York.

Colby interrupts my inner rage by suggesting we leave.

“How about we go somewhere more private? I know this great after-hours spot.”

Yeah. Not going to happen.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I have an early shoot in the morning. You three go on without me.”

“Sounds good to me,” Talia pipes in. She’s eager to hang with the brothers. Why she bothered to invite me out is anyone’s guess.

“We have a car waiting. Let us at least give you a ride home, Anna.”

So you could show up unannounced.

Damn, Markus thinks he’s slick. He isn’t.

Warning bells are sounding off in my head. Not the ‘my body would be found in Central Park’ kind, but the kind where I know Markus just wants some ass. Something he isn’t going to get from me.

“All the same to you, I’ll take a cab.” I turn and glare at Talia, giving her the ‘what the fuck’ look and stand, grabbing my purse. Both men rise as well. Always the gentlemen in public, but a snakes in the grass none the less. “Great meeting you, thanks for the drinks and conversation. Talia, call me tomorrow.”

Nodding, she turns her attention back to the Graham brothers. I make my way out to the curb and hail a cab. The night is wasted. I could have been on the phone talking to Jackson. Relationships last longer without drama— and the Graham brothers are drama with a capitol D.

Chapter 2

The next couple of days go by in a blur. Jared was behaving himself, which was surprising. There were a few hiccups. Other than that, he stayed on his side of the lens, and I stayed on mine. I was unsuccessful in my attempts to reach Jackson. It was like we were playing phone tag. My texts were even going unanswered. Which wasn’t abnormal, but it wasn’t normal either. The only time we were dark in communication was when he was pulling double or triple shifts. Usually, I would text him an update and then he’d reply with a simple, “Phone me, woman.”

Now, I got nothing. My shoulder is aching from carrying my camera equipment when I walk up the three flights of stairs to my apartment. The hallway light is out again. Welcome home! I’m in no mood to fumble with my keys, nor do I want to deal with nosy ass neighbors. But it seems fate is against me today.

“Hey, Anna,” Kent calls from his door. He’s the neighbor that would not go away.

“Kent, I’m busy, will have to talk another time okay.”

“Sure thing, Anna. If you need anything, I’m right across the hall.”

“Nope, all under control.”

Finally, the key engages the lock and I shoulder my way in.

I smell Jackson before I see him standing in the entryway. I would have dropped my bags and run to him, but because my equipment cost a fortune, I sit my stuff down, turn, lock the door, and toe off my shoes. The lights are out, but I can feel his eyes on me. My breathing’s erratic before I even start making my way toward him. I’m already out of breath.

“Annabelle.” He says my name in his deep southern drawl, propelling me forward and straight into his arms. His hands go to my ass, lifting me, and I immediately wind myself around his neck and waist as our mouths crash into each other. The warmth of his lips and deep strokes of his tongue have me moaning into the kiss. Jackson pulls back slightly, his voice harsh and deep as he whispers.

“Missed you, baby.”

Those three words settle over my skin and saturate my soul. He missed me. Jackson Storme couldn’t wait to see me. This was a first. Normally when we’re apart, we phone one another. This time he’d come to me.

“Missed you more.” I breathe into the side of his neck where I nuzzle.

“Doubtful. Kiss me.”

I love it when Jackson is bossy. I slant my head and fuse our lips together, enjoying the feel of his tongue against mine. He grabs hold of my neck, taking over. His touch is hard, but his lips are soft and warm. This is different. This kiss is more. My entire body ignites under his onslaught. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I pulse with sexual need. I crave his ravenous touch. My insides are melting. An aggressive storm is brewing inside my body, and there is nothing I can do to stop the assault that is Jackson. My back hits the wall and pictures fall. An end table rattles while he eats at my mouth. A tornado of movements leads us to the bedroom. Jackson takes my top off. I squeal as he lifts me and tosses me on the bed. He covers my body with his and I savor the feel of his weight bearing down on me.

My arms wrap around Jackson’s shoulders, bringing him back to my mouth. He goes willingly. Jackson is voracious in his attack on my lips, as he tastes me with long strokes of his tongue. We taste and touch each other on my bed for what feels like forever before he lowers the straps of my bra while kissing my shoulders and releasing the clasp on my back. He makes quick work of his own clothes, and even though I can’t see him, I feel him. Ropes of corded muscle flex beneath his taut skin. Everywhere our we touch is a conflict in textures. His hard to my soft, his masculine to my feminine, everything about us, the opposite of the other. But like this we thrive, we’re ravenous.

I want to eat him.

Devour.

Taste.

Succumb.

I want with an ache so strong that my body begins to shake.

“Hurry, baby. Please.” I beg.

He doesn’t make me wait. Grabbing my hands, he places my arms above my head, handcuffing me to the headboard. I didn’t even see them.

The sheriff wants to play.

His hands whisper across my face. Jackson places a soft kiss on my nose as his hands move to my sides, his thumbs skimming the edges of my breasts. He moves his way down to my legs, spreading my thighs wide. I feel the blunt tip of Jackson’s erection parting my folds as his lips latch on to one of my nipples, tugging gently with his teeth, while biting down. Blind ecstasy has me careening quickly toward orgasm. We’d just started. It’s been a few days, but the time apart is enough to send my body into withdrawals. Having Jackson deep inside, relaxes my limbs and I long to pull him close. Restraining me is one of his things. Something he enjoys. But it drives me bat-shit crazy. Especially when we go days without being with each another. I suspect he handcuffs me on the days he has little control. Jackson is dominant, not only in the bedroom, but in our relationship as well.

“Fuck, You’re tight. Love how your pussy grabs hold of my dick.” Jackson groans against the underside of my breast. I open my legs wider, allowing him to go deeper. He curses into my flesh and begins moving in earnest. Sliding in and out of me with such force the bed rattles.

Jackson is touching the part of me that skates the edge of pain, but ultimately gives me pleasure. It is moments like these I realize just how much I crave the connection. Us coming together is more than two bodies colliding. It’s the merging of two souls. Communication made simple by a series of kisses, strokes, and touches. It’s a different kind of language, and a huge part of me argues this is Jackson Storme’s way of telling me his loves me. His way of telling me I’m his. Another part of me feels I’m thinking with my body, and not with my mind. Love is more than just sex and a series of gestures. I know that, but maybe Jackson doesn’t. Whenever we make love this way all my doubts clear, and my anxiety lifts. But deep down inside, I know it takes more than phenomenal sex to cement what we have.

The headboard strikes the wall in a steady tempo that mirrors the power of Jackson’s thrusts. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and expels a series of harsh breaths. His mouth is hot and moist against my skin as he pumps in and out of my body, his hands roaming over my skin. I raise my hips to meet each drag and pull of his cock. Each time, it pushes him deeper and deeper, until I can no longer hold back the cries trapped in my throat. My thighs start to ache. Jackson is so in tune with my body, I don’t have to tell him to move my legs. He makes the minor adjustment, allowing my body to relax further.

Our bodies are slick with sweat and our breaths labored. It doesn’t slow Jackson down as he continues to make love to me harshly. I scream my release as jolts of pleasure crash through my body in rapid succession, until my lower back aches, and my heart threatens to break free of my rib cage.

“God… God… God!” I chant.

Jackson isn’t done.

He pulls pulse after pulse of my orgasm from me, until my arms go slack in the cuffs and my body is limp from overuse.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful when you sing for me.”

His lips are against the hollow of my throat. I can’t move. I can barely draw breath. He gives me his lower weight as his back bows and the muscles in his neck bulge. His body tightens as he begins to brutally pound between my legs. Jackson doesn’t slow when his release finally comes. Instead, he lets out a triumphant roar before sinking his teeth into my neck. The sound that leaves my mouth is indescribable, its part pleasure, part pain, and all good. His hands tangle in my hair as he flexes his fingers, tugging the strands in the best way possible.

Our chests are sticky with sweat when he pulls himself up, slowly dislodging from my body. He rolls to the side, then sits up and massages my arms before releasing my hands from the headboard allowing the blood to flow unrestricted.

“Mmmm,” I moan as circulation returns.

Hauling me up his body, Jackson moves my damp hair from my face and kisses each eye before nuzzling the side of my neck, hugging me close.

“I couldn’t wait seven days.” His voice is dark, enticing.

Laughing, I bury my head in his chest. “I missed you, too.”

“Sure you did. That’s why we keep missing each other’s call,” he grumbles. I knew at some point he was going to try to rile me.

“Jackson,” I sigh. “We’ve both been busy.”

“No, I’ve been keeping the parish free of criminals. You’ve been sharing meals with bachelors known to chase skirts.”

What the?

“I’ve been working, Jackson. I have no reason to lie.”

“Did I question your honesty?”

“Sounds like it.”

His arms squeeze me, pulling me further into his chest. I try turning to glare up at him over my shoulder.

“Stop trying to get away, woman.”

“Then stop being a punk, Jackson.”

Jackson bites my ear playfully, making me shiver. He’s good at distracting me when I’m about to lay into him. We’ve just finished doing the deed, and yet again, he’s trying my patience. The man makes me crazy.

“Anna, don’t test me. I know you’re working. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is having dinner at Ma’s house and seeing my girl on page six of some fucking tabloid with a man’s paw holding her hand, grinning ear to ear, as if he were seconds away from sampling your pussy.”

Now I understand why he showed up. It wasn’t because he missed me. It was so he could remind me whom I belonged to. Secretly, I love it. But I can’t let him know that.

“Don’t ever let another man touch you like that, Anna.”

I’m two seconds from going off on him until a picture of him and Viola holding hands forms in my head. It would never happen, but I can see where he’s coming from. I’d be a seething hot cauldron of pissed off woman if I were to see something like that. Calm down. Nothing happened.

“Yeah, I see my girl gets it,” Jackson whispers along my jaw.

“Yeah. I get it.”

“Good. I’m tired as fuck. I drove straight through.”

“Straight through? Damn, you were on a mission, huh?”

Jackson squeezes me again and gently sits me up so we can get ready for bed.

“With me or without me, Anna?” He asks. The first time he asked me that, I thought he was giving me an ultimatum. What he’s really asking is if I want to sleep with his seed still inside me.

“Always with you, baby.”

He grins and tugs me into his arms. The light from the moon highlights his features. It makes him look more beast than man. When the strong possessive side of Jackson emerges, my insides go soft. There is an undeniable attraction when a man wants to protect his woman from everything.

“Good girl.”

“Night, Jackson.”

“Night, Annabelle.”

Jackson is out the moment his head hits the pillow. Me, I lay awake a few moments more before I snuggle deep into his embrace. Exhausted I fall asleep. My last words were of love. I’ve been making a habit of whispering to him at night when he’s asleep. I know he can’t hear me, but somehow, I feel it’s doing some good.

Chapter 3

Jackson’s wrapped around me, his entire body cocoons me in his embrace. Stretching, I sigh. My arms ache, and my legs are heavy. And God bless America, but my lower body feels deliciously stretched. It’s the kind that lets you know, you were two thrusts away from throwing your back out.My back is to his front; his face is in my neck. I want to go to bed in his arms and wake up this way every day for forever. We’re still in the new phase of our relationship. Blissful days are abundant, and still not enough. When we do argue, the make-up sex is fantastic.

I know the floor is cold, as is the rest of the apartment. If I move just a little, pockets of cold air will sneak into the warmth Jackson and I created beneath the blanket.

“Don’t you dare,” a groggy Jackson grumbles against my skin. He pulls me tighter against his body, and his erection digs into my lower back. It’s hot against my skin.

“Jackson,” I groan.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I gotta get out of bed, which means it’s about to be cold as hell.”

“Nu unh.” His arm bands tighter around my waist, making my stomach flutter. I know he doesn’t want the cold air disturbing our warmth, neither do I. My body goes liquid against his at the thought of staying in bed with him wrapped around me.

“You know, just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean I’m going to let you wrap me around your finger.”

What an odd comment to make. And why now of all times?

“And…you’re telling me this because?”

I turn to face him, curious to hear his reply. He’s full of opinions as of late and none of them made a lick of sense to me. Serious brown eyes focus on mine. His lips are still swollen from my kisses last night and his five o’clock shadow is thicker now and tickles my neck. Jackson’s gaze is intense, and he doesn’t hide the need darkening his eyes.

“You live in my home. Wear my clothes; lay your head next to mine and still you don’t get it.”

Get what! Maddening man!

I don’t respond because I’m not catching on to his meaning.

“I don’t do romance and gushy feelings, Annabelle.”

No shit. As if I didn’t know. Jackson Storme is a man’s man. His idea of romance is grocery shopping without me asking and keeping the gas tank full so I don’t have to fill it up.

“Do you need me to say it?”

Queue the confused female look. I know that’s exactly how I’m looking at him now. I roll my eyes. Clearly, I’m the only one speaking English in the conversation.

“Jackson, you’re not making any sense.”

I get out of bed, quickly sucking in air as the cold attacks me full on. Running to my closet, I grab my robe and push my feet into my slippers. Out in the hall I turn on the heater and groan when I can feel the first hot blast of air come through the vents. The table in the hall is on its side. Pictures I’ve taken are either on the floor or askew against the walls. Last night we’d gone at it like two starved lovers craving their next fix. Something is different this morning. I can’t put my finger on it, but somewhere between our phone call a few days ago and our lovemaking last night we’ve crossed over into new territory.

We are living together, yet Jackson hasn’t given me a key. He does, however, have a key to my place. To a man like him, that says commitment. At least I hope it does.

Stop stressing. It’s all good. Don’t rock the boat.

“Baby?”

“Coming.”

The heater starts to kick in as I hurry back to the room. Jackson’s sitting against the headboard, the comforter around his waist. All man. That is the only way to describe him. Broad shoulders, firm chest, corded arms packed with strength that surrounds me in the gentlest of ways when he holds me. He isn’t just some passing fancy for me. This is the real deal. Jackson’s hair is mussed and his two-day growth is sexy as hell. There is something dangerously appealing about Jackson’s facial hair. It’s the complete package with him. He swears he doesn’t do romance, but in his own way he does.

Warm brown eyes dim as we look each other over. Jackson’s eyes dance with mischief as he stretches his hands above his head, leaning against the headboard. His muscles flex as he sits back and gets comfortable.

“Anna, Anna, Anna. You’re so beautiful in the morning.” His voice rolls over my chilled skin, heating me from the inside out. I step forward, compelled to be near him. “I’m going to possess you, own your body.” His voice deepens as his eyes slide over my form in appreciation.

You already do.

I grin. Jackson owns me. Every single inch of my body is his for the taking.

“Sounds like I’m talking to the devil.” I half laugh.

His smile widens and his eyes are at half-mast. If I were still the little girl I had been when I first met Jackson Storme, I’d be swooning.All right, I am swooning. Internally. But he can’t know that. His lashes are thick and cast shadows against his cheeks. All this glorious man is mine.

But for how long? My mind questions.

My insecurities try breaking through the glass wall I built to hold it prisoner. I’m not going to let the past invade our future.

“I’m no angel, sweetheart.” Jackson smirks, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. I move without thought. I’m so attuned to this man, and it scares me sometimes. But I quickly squash the rising fear. It’s Jackson, and he’d never do anything intentionally to hurt me. I’m like a moth to his undying flame. I’m forever drawn to him. The air he breathes is an attractant to me. The moment I hit the bed he pulls me into his lap, making me straddle his thighs. Face-to-face now, Jackson stares at me. His eyes search mine. Callused hands cup my face and his golden-brown eyes are piercing as he just stares. This close I can see there are flecks of yellow, green, and gold with an overcast of amber that surround his pupil. He has such an intense stare I almost look away. A rumble of a groan travels up his throat and I can feel the vibration through his fingertips as they touch my skin. He does hold me. Owns my heart, my soul. I’m a shell of a woman when it comes to Jackson Storme, and as pathetic as it sounds, I can’t let it overwhelm me. There is much more to me than the love struck girl I seem to be whenever he’s near. His thumbs stroke over my cheeks, and his eyes penetrate the haze he’s cast over me.

“Baby, do you know what you do to me, how I ache for you?”

“Feelings mutual, Sheriff.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, baby girl.” He whispers.

Warmth surrounds me as his lips graze my forehead. Jackson moves to kiss softly against my lips.

“I wonder if you know.” He whispers against my mouth.

“Know what?”

“I intend to keep you, Annabelle Macon. I intend to keep you for good.”

My breath hitches and words are stuck in my throat as I try to decipher his true meaning. I don’t want to read too much into what he’s saying. My heart soars at his words, but my mind quickly puts out the fire and reminds me I need to stand firm. I need to wait this out and see where it leads instead of jumping to conclusions.

“I don’t want to be a kept woman, Jackson.” My voice is small even to my own ears.

His nose traces mine as he takes a deep breath.

“Give in, Anna.”

Haven’t I given enough? Why should I be the one always making concessions?

“Work with me, Jackson.” I say back.

His shoulders tense. Frustration is obvious not only in his posture, but in his tone.

“Hell, woman, just let me take care of you.”

“Why can’t we take care of each other? You and I are a team. Remember.”

We’ve had this argument more than once. Neither of us gives in to the other.

“We are a team, Anna, damn. But with you in New York, and me in Beauville. That doesn’t say good things to me.”

“What are you worried about, Jackson? I only go on these trips maybe twice a month.”

He gives me an agitated sigh. It makes me want to smack some sense into him. I can already tell this is not going towards a lazy morning, but an argument. His massive shoulders roll as he stretches his neck from side to side. He’s gearing up for what he thinks is the only thing that matters. His law, not mine.

“I’m a man, Anna, and I’m also the law in Beauville. Every bone in my body is hard-wired to protect. Doubly so for my woman. If you’re not with me, how am I protecting you?” He leans forward, while pulling me toward him to kiss my brow.

I wasn’t raised to be coddled and cosseted away by a man. I’m a grown ass woman. Not only am I grown, but I’m also strong, confident, and able to do shit on my own. Including gassing up a damn car. My mind is alight with pithy comebacks while my body melts further into his. I hate that he can do this to me. Confuse me, yet, insight my rage, while my body melts like butter.

“Sheriff Storme,” I say against the side of his jaw. His head falls back on a groan. Rumbles start to gather in the center of his chest and slowly rise to his throat. I love that I can do that to him. “You know, I can take care of myself don’t you? Been doing it for a while now, just like my mama taught me.”

He grabs my shoulder and sits me up so I’m able to see his face.

“The Mayor takes care of your mama, and he takes care of you. How do you think Pearl sends you extra money?”

I’m eying him like he has shit on his face, and with good reason. I know what people say about my mother and me. It’s never actually been confirmed, but it hasn’t been denied yet either. Hell, Wood and I look alike. But for Jackson to throw it in my face is wrong. I know where the money my mother sends me comes from. I also send it back when I can. I’m not rich, but I’m not poor either. I’m stuck in the in-between. I don’t need a reminder of how my mother and I survive. Especially from Jackson.

“You’re a mean ass bastard for bringing that up.” I move to get off his lap, but his hands are at my waist and his fingers are digging painfully into my sides.

“Move and I’ll darken that ass red.” He jerks me forward and I can feel the hard length of him through the blanket. Why does he go hard every single time we fight? It can be exhausting at times. Fighting, fucking, fighting some more, and always in that order. My robe and the blanket are the only things separating our skin. “How many times have I told you, Annabelle? I’m not like any man you’ve ever had to deal with before.”

Like a thousand. I roll my eyes and Jackson’s fingers tighten at the same time his hips rise to bump my core. I refuse to give in to his distraction, so I back up resting my ass on his thighs, only to have him jerk me back.

“Fuck, woman, but you’re stubborn.”

“And you’re bossy. But I still l–.” I stop myself before the words tumble out. His brown eyes zero in on my face and a devil of a smile slowly emerges making him look that much more appealing. My Aunt Lorraine used to tell me to date and marry an ugly man. Her theory was they’d treat you better than any fine man would because they were grateful to have a good-looking woman at their side. For a handful of seconds, I think there is some truth to her theory. Jackson is becoming a pain in my ass. Granted he is a pain I crave in a way that questions my sanity, but I can’t shake him. I’m that bad.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I ask, trying to look dumbfounded.

“Say it, Anna.”

I know what he wants me to say. Hell, I’m not stupid. But I’m also from the South, and no respectable Southern girl utters those words to her man. No, not unless all the right signs are present. Jackson hasn’t reciprocated my feelings in any way except through sex. Sure, he talks a good game, but he’s done that with all his women. I’m not stupid enough to play my hand this early.

I remember when he said those same words to Melissa Carver at Joey’s and my graduation party. By then, I had scrounged up the courage to tell Jackson how I felt about him. Finally. My eighteen-year-old mind thought of all the delicious things he would do to my body. How he would turn me out and then declare his love for me. He’d just graduated from the academy and was home for his sister’s graduation. I was a skinny-boyish twig of a girl then. Still breaking in my C-cups. But I didn’t care, I thought then I was old enough to handle all that was Jackson.

He was tall, dark, and my every fantasy. I’d rounded the hall to where I knew his room was and Jackson was there with Melissa. His hands tangled in her strawberry blonde curls, her up on her toes trying to get more of his kisses when he’d rumbled against her mouth. Told her he wanted to own her. Control her body and all that other stuff guys said to get what they wanted.

Same shit he spouted earlier.