Her knees buckle, and I catch her as she stumbles back. I pull her up into my arms, but she fights me. The scent of her tears hits me, salty and filled with pain. I don’t let her go.
She needs me, even if she doesn’t want to accept my help.
“Stop fighting me,” I murmur as she shoves at my chest. “I’m on your side, baby. Stop fighting.”
She collapses against me, tucking her face against my neck, wetting my skin with her tears.
“Damn you, Jackson. Damn you,” she sobs.
“Why, baby?” I stroke her head. “I know I’m an asshole, but why are you mad?”
“I don’t want you to take care of me so well.”
I find her mouth, capture those tender lips, twine my tongue with hers.
She shifts in my arms, holds my neck, and swings one leg around to straddle me. My c**k grows heavy, pressing in the notch o
