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He was right. I couldn’t fix that. Everything would change once we returned home.
11
AIDEN
The man who rescued us—Joe—was an absolute angel. Not only did he not make a fuss about us using the goods we found in his cabin, but he drove us out of the Mojave Desert without complaint. He even wanted to bring us all the way home, but Jackson convinced him that he could drop us off at the nearest motel instead. From there, we would be able to make our way home.
Mom had cried when we called her on Joe’s phone, but for a woman who’d sounded hysterical and convinced we were dead, she sure wasn’t in any hurry to arrange a ride for us.
In the end, Jackson told her that since it was already late evening, she could pick us up in the morning. To afford the motel and food until then, Joe gave us the money he had in his wallet, and Jackson promised to transfer back the money to Joe as soon as he could despite Joe’s assurance that he was happy to help. He and Jackson exchanged numbers so they could keep in touch, and I was actually sad to watch him drive off.
He was a good man, but lonely. On any other occasion, I would have been exhausted from his chatter about his life for hours on end, but I’d actually been relieved to hear another voicethat wasn’t Jackson’s. It meant we were no longer stuck in the desert.
But a part of me was going to miss the alone time I’d had with Jackson—in our own little world where we could sleep in each other’s arms, and he could fuck me the way I liked without anyone for miles and miles to hear me scream. And one thing Jackson always knew how to do was to make me scream. This time not from frustration, though. From something far more pleasurable.
“I can’t believe nice people like him still exist,” I murmured, leaning against Jackson as we watched Joe’s car disappear.
“Yeah, I know. We were lucky this time.” He searched for my hand and slipped his fingers through mine. “Well, we have one more night. What do you want to do first?”
“Sex.”
Jackson laughed softly. “Later. Let’s see if we can find some proper clothes to wear so we can shower, then get something to eat.”
“That sounds good too.”
I wouldn’t admit it to him, but a shower sounded even better than sex.
We found a small general supplies store that sold everything from engine oil to perfumes. We didn’t have much money on us, though, since we’d paid for the motel and we had to ration the rest for food.
Jackson picked out a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, some socks, and slippers. He looked down at the clothes in his arms and grimaced. “I guess it’ll do.”
“It’s not fashionable, but you’d look good in anything.”
To that, Jackson grabbed me by the ass and kissed me. I loved it when he manhandled me. I wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back, putting my whole tongue in it.
“Fuck.” Jackson pulled back, scanning the store and finding the clerk who’d greeted us when we entered openly staring at us. “You can’t kiss me like that in public.”
“Well, you kissed me first,” I said cheekily, walking toward the section of the store labeled ladies’ wear. I couldn’t resist adding over my shoulder, “God forbid a boy shows how much he likes kissing his stepdad.”
The color in Jackson’s face was worth the spanking I knew I would more than likely get later. And if he forgot, I would remind him. He’d spanked me during sex, but I wanted a proper session of me over his knees, whimpering and crying until my backside was sore.
Usually, I would go through every rack during a shopping spree, but I was tired, and with the promise of a proper shower at the back of my mind, I grabbed a dress from the rack without even trying it on.
“Hmm, your mom has one just like that,” Jackson said.
“Oh? Then you’ll have to let me know which one of us looks better in it.”
I led the way to the cashier, putting an extra swing in my hips. Jackson paid for the items, then we returned to the motel. The room was basic but clean with an A/C that worked. As soon as I was inside, I threw the shopping bag on the bed and headed for the shower.
“Join me in twenty?”
I didn’t wait for his response. I hopped inside the shower with glee, humming as I washed up and got myself ready for him. Twenty minutes sure went by quickly when he stepped behind the screen and joined me.
“It’s twenty minutes,” he said softly, but his eyes were on my naked body.
I flicked water playfully at his erection. “Is it? I’m surprised you showed restraint.”
“I know how to be patient.” He took up the bar of soap. “I’m not an animal.”
