9
Kylie
Jackson wakes me in the morning by pulling a T-shirt over my head and picking me up into his arms. “Come on, sweet girl. I’m taking you back to my house.” He carries me out of the cabin to his car. “There’s not enough good food for you here. Besides, I want Sam nearby so he can protect you if anything happens.”
I make a contented purring sound in my throat. I love being carried like I weigh nothing, gently deposited in the car seat. Jackson even buckles my seatbelt for me. When did the big bad wolf turn so damn sweet?
He climbs behind the wheel and drives down the mountain, shooting concerned glances my way every now and then. “How do you feel this morning?”
I stretch, still hatching from sleep. “Good. You?”
He drops a hand to my thigh and drags it up to my bare p***y, light
