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  Jackson’s question reached my ears and I was almost too captivated with the site to speak.

  “Yes…stunning.”

  I walked back to where Jackson was sitting on the blanket and sat down cross-legged next to him.

  “That’s the exact reaction I wanted to see from you.”

  My eyes must have still been large and round, full of excitement while I continued to take in the sheer beauty surrounding me, like a child looking at all of the presents waiting under a tree.

  “Jackson…this is so…stunning,” my mind was at a loss for a more descriptive word to use so I repeated the one that best fit my elation.

  His arm went around my shoulder and my head instinctively rested on his chest.

  “Further upstream, the spring splits into two directions. You can’t see the divide from here and it’s too far to make that trek today. Hopefully, we’ll get a chance to do so in the future.”

  Jackson smiled down at me before looking back out toward this section of the spring.

  “My great grandfather came over from Scotland and discovered this spring at the turn of the century. He bought the rights to the area for about one dollar, a whole year’s wages he had saved up from working in the coal mines that use to be about fifty or so miles from here. He built a little hotel over on the other side of that rocky hill,” he pointed back toward the direction of the B&B, “that catered to the rich folk who traveled on scenic tours through the Rocky Mountains and then further south to the Sierra-Nevadas, and on to California. When he saved up enough money, Dilbert Bryant sent overseas for his childhood sweetheart who was still waitin’ for him back in his village. The day after she arrived in the fledglin’ town that was springin’ up all around these hills and planes, Dilbert showed Mary McClure – soon to be Mary Bryant – this spring and pledged his eternal love to her right at the water’s edge. Every man in our family has done the same deed when he’s found the woman he wants to marry.”

  I was hearing the words, could almost make a guess at what he was implying, but I couldn’t grasp the concept. The idea of this wonderful man hinting that I was very possibly the woman he wanted to be his wife was too much for my sheltered and unfanciful mind to grab a hold of.

  “Janay…sweetheart,” I heard Jackson swallow hard as he spoke, his voice low and deep, “do you know why I brought you here?”

  “No,” my voice was humble, there was a lump caught in my throat.

  Jackson hooked his thick finger under my chin and tilted my face upward toward his clean shaved face. He looked like a cherub, a heaven-sent angel, and his eyes were smoky, the blue was hazy and heart-stopping. His pink lips were wet and tempting as he kissed me and left me panting for more.

  “I know that I have no idea what your life is like back where you come from but what I do know is that you’re the woman for me. I’ve always known what I want in life and I know with no doubts in my mind that I want you.”

  He shifted my legs so that I was cradled in his lap.

  “I’m pretty sure if I asked you that question right now, you would turn me down flat.”

  Don’t be so sure. I wanted to add a voice to that thought then decided to push it away.

  Jackson continued on with the intense sincerity in his tone.

  “I just want you to know, Janay Parker, that you have my heart,” he placed my fist, cupped in his, against his chest and over his strong heartbeat, “It’s been yours since I first set eyes on you. I’m hopin’ you feel the same about me because I think you ruined me for any other woman. There’s no one else for me, only you.”

  This was the fork in the road; beyond this milestone there was no return. A puffy white cloud, almost close enough for me to reach up and pinch a piece of the cotton white substance off, passed overhead, masking the rays of the sun and casting a wide shadow over where Jackson and I sat locked in one another’s arms.

  My sensible side told me to stop now, get up, and politely ask to go back home – my temporary home. There was no way that this relationship would ever work out. We were from two very different worlds. Mine was one of business meetings, schedules, arranged visits with my mother, and fast paced pounding of feet against hard concrete. My career was on the right track and I had so many other professional possibilities lined up back in Jersey and some others in Philly and New York. Dating was acceptable. Dating with casual sex was also in line with my plans. Love, however, was neither an option nor a risk that I could afford to take.

  Love.

  Was that what I was sensing in the center of my chest? Was that warm and fluttering emotion, a feeling of wanting to laugh, to cry, to yell to the highest peaks how happy I was – all at the same time – was this love at its purest form?

  This upwelling of emotion was all so new to me. Should I go with this refreshing sensation or reign these unreserved feelings back in?

  Like a sign from the heavens, the brilliant glow of the sun burst forth from behind the shadow of the cloud. Golden yellow rays poured down over the valley and lit up the gurgling spring like a radiant lamppost, the full surface of the water shining in illuminated brilliance.

  This is what I wanted. This is where I belonged. Jackson Bryant was the man that I had been waiting for all of my slalom life. If this wasn’t love then real love didn’t exist in the world.

  I closed my eyes and sank my fingers through his loose curls, still tucked around the ears, and pulled Jackson in for a deep and combustible kiss. My tongue wiggled against his as he willingly accepted my affection and timed his thrusts into my mouth to sync with mine. I breathed his scent deep into my nostrils and allowed the spicy aroma to fill my lungs.

  “I want to be with you, Jackson…only you. You’re everything that I’ve ever wanted. Don’t let go of me,” I pleaded while our lips dangled together.

  “I won’t, baby, as long as I walk this earth, I promise we’ll be together.”

  Our foreheads pressed and our hands melded. I finally felt at peace, set free from the noise of the world I had managed to escape from. I felt a strange tingling and then saw an image of my dad’s smiling face flash across my vision. I knew that he and Jackson would have gotten along just fine.

  “Stay with me tonight, Janay. Come home with me and stay in my bed.”

  “Yes,” the only answered that I ever wanted to give to Jackson from this day forth.

  12

  The fleeting sunlight dipping slowly behind the mountain peaks that surrounded us was our signal to make haste toward home.

  The trail back didn’t seem as difficult the second time around. I guess it’s true that the trip home moves so much quicker than when you’re trying to get to a new destination. It could have also been because we were going with the natural force of gravity and not against it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved when we finally touched down on level ground.

  When we reached Jackson’s homestead, his mother Annie had dinner already set out on the oval and well-polished mahogany dining room table. Generous portions of steak, fried onions, home fries, and sweet tea were on the menu. I’m sure that my mother would have freaked out if she could have witnessed how much red meat I was consuming in one sitting.

  Jackson’s grandfather, the originator of his unique name, stopped by to have a bite to eat before hustling back over to their suites to tend to the guests. Although I hadn’t heard from Rita all day – no text, no buzz, and no carrier pigeon to be seen – I felt it only appropriate to tell her my plans for the evening. Standing out on the trimmed front lawn under the purple sky, with dots of sparkling jewels bursting to life overhead, I dialed her number. She grunted her reply and then clicked off the phone. Next, I made a quick call to Alberto and chatted it up with him for a few minutes. His hilarious and repetitious use of the pet name darling sobered up my mood. His cheerful humor offered more support in pursuing my passions and the direction that my heart was leading me to. I hadn’t known Alberto as a personal friend for very long but I was glad to have meant him when I did
, his encouragement had become priceless tokens of true friendship.

  At the close of the evening, Annie said her good nights and headed up the stairs toward the master bedroom at the front of the house, facing the back of the B&B. Jackson and I had remained sitting on the overstuffed couch that was shaped in a semi-circle and positioned against the side wall, where the invisible threshold separated the neighboring dining room. When we heard Annie’s door rattle then click closed, he looked over at me and grinned with mischief dancing in his cool eyes. Jackson was handsome when he had his light beard growing in, but he was a downright heartthrob when he was clean-shaven and I was hoping that he would wear this fresh look for a few days longer.

  “Ready for bed?” his mouth rose into a sly half smile.

  “Sure am,” I offered him one of my own.

  “Then let’s not dally,” he said and slapped his hands together. A sharp clap echoed off of the wall behind us.

  He jumped up from the sofa, angled his arms under my legs, and pulled me into his embrace in a mad rush. I threw my arms around his neck and tried to keep my laughing as low as possible while he bounded up the carpeted staircase two steps at a time, with me bouncing slightly the entire way.

  At the top of the stairs, he quieted his movements as we walked toward the rear of the second floor. Jackson set me gently back on my feet and I immediately wanted to crawl back up into his muscular and safe arms. He pointed out his room on the left-hand side of the hall and then to the full bathroom on the right side.

  “I figured you might like a little alone time, so I’ll use the bathroom downstairs to shower. You can make use of whatever you find in there. Take all the time you need and I’ll see you in a bit.”

  When I nodded okay, he placed his thumb and index finger on my chin and kissed me quick then thudded back up the hall and down the stairs.

  I turned the knob and stepped inside of the upstairs bathroom. After feeling around on the wall, I located the switch and flipped the lights on. A pristine inside, with decorative white and beige tiles and starched white and cinnamon brown sheets, opened up before me. I went to turn the lock on the door and found there was none. As I thought it over, I don’t think I had encountered one lock or bolt during my entire stay in Crystal Springs.

  I folded my clothes, slightly soiled from some slips and trips during our earlier hike, and placed them in a neat pile on top of the weaved hamper near the door. Tomorrow morning, I would be sure to ask if I could wash them in Annie’s laundry facility.

  The tingling sensation from the drizzle of hot water flowing throughout the lengths of my hair, over my face, dripping off the tips of my nipples and dipping down into my belly button was exactly what I needed to relax away the strain in my muscles and sooth my lingering thoughts of how this fanciful romance would eventually end. At the moment, the end didn’t matter so much as the time Jackson and I had remaining together, and I wanted to make the most of every enthralling second. I would leave my cares and worries on that subject to the wayside and at the furthest corners of my thoughts. I wanted to be with Jackson and if our love was truly meant to flourish, then we would find a way to live out our dream, and if not – well, I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

  I shut off the spray nozzle and stepped on the patterned rug at the base of the shower. My wet hair dangling around my shoulders was cold and caused small droplets of water to tumble over my shoulders and down my back. After towel drying myself and tossing that one into the hamper, I wrapped a fresh one around my hydrated and rejuvenated body.

  Jackson’s door was cracked open. The inside was darkened and silent as I pushed the oak door back and stepped lightly through the entryway.

  The otherworldly blue glow of the moonlight filtering in through the four-paned window to my right helped me to get my bearings. There was a large king sized bed encased within a carved wooden frame with a high back board that stood up halfway to the ceiling. I lifted my foot to step across the plush rug and the quiet atmosphere in the room shifted. Jackson’s tall hard body glided against mine, the skin of his shirtless chest was still moist from his shower. My toweled covered breasts pressed firmly against his heavily muscled stomach. Without separating our two bodies, Jackson reached around me and closed the door, sealing us within this hushed space together for the remains of the evening.

  His hands came forward and cupped by face while my fingers tucked into the sides of the cotton towel that encircled the lowest portion of his waist.

  “Baby, I’ve been waitin’ for this moment since the day we met…you…here…with me,” he whispered, his lips pressed to my brow.

  I tightened my grip on his towel and my full lips glided over his bare chest. My tongue traced the curve of each of his well-sculpted pecs then my lips clasped on his left nipple, erect from his arousal, and bit down firmly. Jackson’s hands went up from my face and threaded in my hair.

  “Mm…yes…just like that,” he moaned while I continued to nip at his chest and moved down the perfectly carved abs along the length of his hard stomach, stopping at the place where the towel bordered the thin hairs of his upper pubic area.

  I tugged at the material and it fell to the floor below. His rigid cock shot up and stood straight out. I had a taste for him again and couldn’t wait to suck his full length into my hot mouth. I kissed the wide bulb of his dick and then lapped at the head before enclosing my eager lips around the broad width of the shaft. Jackson’s grip on my hair tightened. His hips pushed forward while he urged my face to meet his deep thrusts. My eyes rolled back at the feel of his fat cock in my mouth, sitting heavy on my tongue. I savored each forceful plunge he made down my throat.

  The muscles in his long calves tightened and he stopped.

  “On the bed…I want you on the bed this time,” he said in a rushed voice.

  He pulled me up and folded me in his arms so that he could carry me the four-step stride that it took for him to reach his destination. With me still cradled in one arm, Jackson pulled his fleece blanket back and laid me down in the center of crisp sheets.

  He unfolded the towel that was wrapped around my naked body and stood back. His face was mostly hidden in shadow but I could sense his smoldering eyes tracing every curve along my body. I wanted every inch of me to belong to him only.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  I held out my arms to him, beckoning my man to come lay with me.

  “Jackson,” I panted.

  I opened my legs wide for him, my pussy already slick with anticipation. He lowered his big body so that he kneeled before me at the edge of the bed.

  Two long fingers make short and efficient strokes at the spot where my searing button was and teased me there until he coaxed my clit from beneath its hood. I felt the sensation of Jackson’s straight nose rubbing across my hot nub, then his wet tongue tickled the soaked folds of my pussy lips. He dragged the back of his wide tongue down my pulsing center and lapped the juices up before encircling my clit with his warm lips and sucking hard.

  “Mmm.” I whimpered at the delight of his suckling.

  On impulse, in reaction to the erotic spark, my back arched high up off of the bed and Jackson laid his heavy palm on the middle of my belly and gently eased me down again.

  I pulled my knees further back and grabbed them, trying to spread my legs as wide as my flexibility would allow. I lifted myself up slightly so that I could see his face buried in my heated pussy.

  Jackson used the strength in his hands to stretch my lower lips far apart. When he was satisfied that he had me wide open, a stiff tongue swiftly darted inside of my dripping hole and wiggled furiously while he drank in every ounce of silky cream that slipped out. My hands embedded themselves in the wet strands of his long hair as I pulled his face further within my cunt and used my hips to meet each of his exhilarating tongue thrusts.

  At the moment when my belly started to spasm, he pulled back and moved his muscled body up over top of me.

  He supported his large frame by pro
pping himself up on his elbows at either side of my head. I turned my face so that I could lick each one of his hard and chiseled biceps, first the left then the right. He clutched the sheets below and sucked in a lungful of air at my teasing. My legs clamped around his waist and I pulled him down further against my heated body.

  I looked up into his beautiful eyes while my love stared down at me. His wet hair, hanging over his smooth forehead, dripped steady beats of water against the top of my breasts.

  This coupling we were about to share was different. We had indulged in frantic and lustful moments over the last few days. We had exchanged affectionate touches. Yet, none compared to the significance of this moment. The intent here wasn’t purely sexual or playful, it was meant as an everlasting testimony of our bond. From this moment forward, Jackson Bryant and I would be joined by an unbreakable tie.

  “Are you ready, Janay?” His voice was hushed.

  “Yes, Jackson…I am.”

  And I was. I memorized every second of this sacred coupling. Every beat of my heart, every expression on Jackson’s face, even the serenade of the crickets near the outside of the window.

  Jackson positioned his throbbing and swollen cockhead at the entrance of my flooded canal. He didn’t sheath himself this time and that was my confirmation that this love that we shared was real, and not just a fancy for the evening.

  When he slid inside me, my perky nipples heaved up and Jackson buried his face in the valley between my two large mocha breasts, his lips still covered from eating my pussy. I heard him take a gulp of air and groan as his chest shuddered. His strokes were slow and determined. Each one dug far up my tight hole coating his white cock in sugary sweet liquids as he pushed at my tender walls. I ran my fingers over the marks I had left on his back from our last sensual play. They were still healing on the solid skin of his back and my nails scraped over the surface there.

  “Do it,” his low octave timbre enticed me.

  Without restraint, my nails sunk in deep and Jackson kissed me hard. I tasted my own silky juices on his mouth while Jackson’s dick drilled and stretched my aching pussy.