A Year
Another Year Later.
Sitting Jackson smiles at me, I know that smile. Laughing, I face him.
“No time, Sir, certainly not enough to make me scream.” I stick my tongue out at him and laugh as I see his pout getting bigger.
“How long?” His eyes widen with humour. I glance at the laptop screen, my eyes rolling.
“Saw that Kitten” I laugh and face him.
“Wasn’t trying to hide it, Sir. Anytime between now and ten minutes.” His eyes spark with interest, a laugh escaping my mouth. I watch as he moves from the office chair to sit with me on the small leather sofa.
“I only need ten seconds to make you scream Kitten.” Nodding I laugh, he does, but his timing to play games is well off. He moves forward taking the laptop off my knee and placing it on the side. His body pushes mine back onto the sofa as I laugh.
“Shh Kitten or I will need to grab a gag, and that wastes a minute.” Laughing I nod, as he leans over me, his lips reaching mine as a moan escapes my mouth. His hands move down my body grasping my hands and lifting them above my head, his mouth continues kissing down my body as his hands push my skirt up.
My head shakes as his hands reach my underwear, sliding them down before throwing them across the room as my hands unfasten the button on his trousers, forcing them down more, a moan escaping my mouth as I do. I feel his cock pushing against my entrance as his mouth reaches mine. His kiss stops suddenly.
“Guess we stop here Kitten, no time.” I glare at him, he better not, I watch as he leans down to kiss me, a smile on his face. My hands push against him, rolling over to straddle him, his body falling backwards onto the floor, mine landing on top with a thud. Laughing I look down at him, his body unmoving.
“Sir stop playing dead.” My hands nudge him as he doesn’t move a laugh escaping my mouth. “You do this too much for me to actually believe you, Jackson.” My hands push against him again, his eyes staying closed.
“Jackson.” I look at him as he stays unmoving. “If this is another joke, I swear I will scream.” My hands continue to pull at him as he doesn’t respond, panic rising in me as I push against him trying to get a response. I sit staring at him, feeling the panic grow, did he actually hit his head? I stay straddling him, turning to try to find my phone on the sofa. The feel of hands grasping my waist makes me jump, turning I glare at him.
“Not fucking funny, I swear I thought I knocked you out.” I watch as he laughs, his hands holding my hips so I can’t move. “Let go of me Jackson, you’re an arsehole, a real big one.” I struggle against his grip as he holds me in place tighter and laughs.
“How can I resist Kitten? Damn, when you’re worried and mad you look fucking hot.” A moan escapes my mouth as his hands hold me against him.
“Still not funny, you do it too much, I honestly thought I would have to call a fucking ambulance and explain why your trousers are half down and you’re out cold on the floor.” My hand hits his chest as I try to move, his hands holding me tighter as his smile gets bigger.
“Yet you always fall for it Kitten, and afterwards, I always say how damn hot and mad, you look.” His body moves, rolling over so that his body is above mine, his hands pinning mine above my head.
“You just wasted time Sir; you will be lucky if you even get it in before that front door opens.” His eyes spark with interest, as his arms lift my legs around his waist. His hips thrust once quick and hard as his cock pushes into my sex.
“What were you saying, Kitten?” I roll my eyes at him.
“Just shut up and fuck me.” My hands wrap around his neck pulling him to me, his hands grasping them and pinning them above my body as his hips begin moving fast and hard making me moan, his hand holding my hip so my body can’t move.
Moans escape my mouth as I feel my orgasm spiral out of control, his hips thrusting quicker as I hear the door and talking. Jackson’s hand moves to cover my mouth, his hips stopping. My head shakes, he better not, I watch as he smiles. His hips thrusting once quick and hard, causing me to scream, it muffled by his hand. I stare at him, what is he playing at, his hips move again, causing me to scream. He keeps going his hips speeding up as I orgasm again watching as he releases himself, his hand removing from my mouth as he kisses me.
“What Kitten?” He looks at me amused as he stands up and sorts out his clothes, moving I start getting myself ready.
“You know what Master, you heard them come in.” He nods, smiling before kissing me.
“I also know they would go to the living room Kitten, then kitchen hell then they would check upstairs, it isn’t often we’re in here.” He leans forward and kisses me. “Plus, seeing that spark in your eyes that you might get caught was hot.” His hand hits my arse as I laugh and look towards the door.
“We have to Kitten, we promised. We may have moved on, but Marcus and Alena clearly feel the need to explain shit. Afterwards, Kitten, the fun begins.” He winks at me as I laugh, the door opening, turning I see Marcus.
“Thought you two had run off for a moment then.” Laughing I shake my head at him.
“Not a chance, I will make coffee.” Walking to the kitchen, Alena is standing there already making them.
“How’s Luna?” She smiles at me, there’s no point explaining things twice. I guess today is the day I tell Marcus. I shake my head at her and grab two of the cups carrying them through. Sitting next to Jackson, I look between Marcus and Alena.
“It was his idea, and in a way, I understand, so I agreed. I don’t get why he wants to, but he does.” I look at Alena nodding.
“It was Demitri that made me think when he said it looks like the whole marriage was a lie, so I thought I should explain, in case you felt like that.” My hand moves up to stop him from talking.
“Marcus the marriage is over, whether it was a lie or not, does not matter anymore.” It doesn’t, I don’t understand why they feel the need to explain things. He looks a mess though, not a drunk mess but a mess.
“Maybe we should do this separately?” Jackson looks at Marcus.
“No, because you need to hear it from both sides as well.” Jackson nods and sits back holding his cup.
“I did love you Anaya, and I still do deep down.” I see Alena glance at him shocked, and Marcus ignoring her. “How I felt was never a lie, I will admit I lied, I lied when I said I didn’t love Alena anymore. I did in my head. For years it was masked by what happened on that holiday. Me not seeing her alone, all of it mixed together. I knew she and Jackson were split up at our wedding, but deep down, I knew they would sort things out, and they did. I didn’t want to risk what we had for a chance she might choose me, selfish, I know.” I nod listening, Alena is smiling smugly, and Marcus keeps glancing at her before talking, his head staying down.
“I was so sure in my mind you would walk away with Demitri.”
“Don’t pass the blame on again Marcus.” I should have known.
“No, I am not. What I did was on me, no one else. I promise it was all me. Honestly, I felt like you would, and I slept with Alena, and I regretted it which she knows. You hadn’t done anything to deserve it, I guess Demitri was a way to make me feel better.” Marcus looks at me, Alena nudging him slightly. “Telling you that you should sleep with him to stop the mess happening again like it had with us three.” He points between him, Alena and Jackson. I go to speak his hand going up. He looks at Alena and talks again.
“I knew all along you wouldn’t sleep with Demitri. I said that to make myself feel better. I slept with Alena again, and then I realised I loved her. I knew she wouldn’t leave Jackson, or so I thought. I saw it in you’re yes when you questions the scratches, you were right.” I nod, Marcus, looking hurt.
“I never lied about loving you, I lied about not loving Alena, it was masked, I didn’t realise.”
“At no point did I think you didn’t love me, I don’t get why you’re doing this, we moved on.” I need to listen to Alena’s side though.
“We owe you both explanations, I needed to make you see why I did it, how I feel.”
“I know Alena, I can see it all over your face.” I turn and look at Jackson confused.
“I’m sorry Jackson, I loved you but you were right about me loving Marcus from the start. It wasn’t enough to leave you to start with, I thought I would always be his brat, without a real life. I wanted the marriage, kids and all that. I felt like I would be his brat, nothing more. Then he did, and I realised then I loved him more than you. He came back, I told myself to try the poly relationship.”
“The fact Marcus walked away and put space between us made me think he didn’t love me, and it hurt when he walked away. I saw him with Anaya and felt like I lost him. Then I lost you and I was worried I would die alone. I accepted then Marcus didn’t want me.” She looks at Jackson, but she doesn’t look sorry.
“Then you begged, lied about how you felt so I would stay, so you weren’t alone. I can see it on your face, you didn’t love me. You fought for Marcus because you noticed you loved him not me. He was too fixated on Anaya so you just used me.” I look at Jackson, that has to hurt. While Marcus loved Alena, he always loved me. Alena however, stopped loving Jackson and begged for him back just so she wasn’t alone.
“I’m sorry, I am getting old and realised how much I fucked that up, how I should have been honest. I needed to make sure I got it out there, that you knew that I am sorry.” She looks at Jackson as he smiles.
“As Anaya said, it’s the past. We have moved on from it, no explaining is needed. We live our own lives, sure every now and then we see each other. For the most though, we just enjoy what time we have left without lying to ourselves.” Marcus nods, we don’t see them often, actually, we see Alena more, and hear about Alena being here more, but not as much Marcus. Jackson’s arm nudges me. I know why, and I guess I will speak now.
