Caleb’s house was dark when we walked inside, a little stuffy, and eerily quiet. We quickly searched each of the rooms for Caleb, and even inspected the closets, but he wasn’t here. There were no telltale receipts laying around, no messages waiting for us on the dry erase board he kept on his refrigerator.

Jackson found Caleb’s laptop stashed underneath the couch and placed it on the coffee table. I sat next to him and watched as he opened it.

“Do you know Caleb’s passwords?” I asked.

“We both do,” Jackson said, his fingers flying as he typed it in.

“Oh thank God!” I said, feeling the tiniest bit of relief fill me.

The first thing Jackson did was log onto Caleb’s account for his cell phone provider, trying to locate his cell phone. It was nowhere to be found.

We both released frustrated sighs. “What about his credit and debit cards?” I asked.

“Oh, good idea,” Jackson replied, typing in the web address of Caleb’s bank.

We were disappointed to see that there’d been no transactions in more than a week.

“Does he have any other cards?” I asked.

Jackson buried his face in his hands. “Not that I know of.”

“Fuck,” I said. “Well, if he went somewhere, then he paid in cash.”

“Fuck is right.”

Not knowing what else to do for the time being, Jackson and I decided to stay at Caleb’s house and get some sleep, hoping we’d find something when we were more rested.

When we got into Caleb’s bedroom, the look on Jackson’s face was heartbreaking. He looked so lost. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Ever since Caleb came back for me during training, I’ve always felt protective over him. He’s been through so much and he’s always had this vibe about him. Like he wasn’t made for this world. I’ve always tried to save him from all the bad shit in this world, but it’s difficult when his own worst enemy is himself.”

He looked up at me. “I can’t do this anymore, Erin, not alone.”

I stepped toward him into the vee of his open legs and cradled his head against my stomach. “You aren’t alone, Jackson,” I told him. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving again.”

He pulled back, looking up at me with such hope in his eyes.

I leaned down and kissed him. I wanted to kiss away all of his hurt, his sorrow, just like I would when we found Caleb. In my heart, I knew we would find him. The alternative was too unbearable to think about.

Jackson kissed me back, gentle at first until our kiss deepened. His hands wandered my back like he was trying to make sure I was really there. I pushed him onto his back, and he scooted back until he laid in the middle of the bed.

Yanking my shirt over my head, I joined him, feeling the heat inside me rise as I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him again.

He unhooked my bra, pulling it the straps down his shoulders, my arms, and tossed it away. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. I leaned up and he took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it and making me cry out. Jackson pinched the other nipple as his mouth continued to work on the one in his mouth.

When I didn’t think I could take anymore, I pushed him back, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and yanked it over his head. I let my hands roam his broad chest, taking in the planes, the ridges of his abs. We’d had sex a few times now, but I’d never gotten to just touch him, search his body and feel him.

I moved down his legs and unbuttoned his jeans. He helped me take them off, his full, hard cock springing free. Jackson’s hands went to my jeans and soon they were on the floor with his.

Grasping his thick cock in my hand, I pumped it several times, relishing in the way he groaned, and positioned myself. I felt the head push into the entrance of my pussy as I sank onto him. It was sweet, overwhelming bliss, getting better the farther he pushed inside me.

Finally, Jackson was fully sheathed. I’d never felt so full before. It was intense and dizzying and just so perfect.

My hips began to move as I fucked him, picking up the pace over time. Jackson put his hands between my legs and rubbed my clit, making the sensations even more exquisite.

I came once, twice, three times riding him like that, in charge for once, before his body began to show all the sure signs he was going to cum. I fucked him faster, harder, until he groaned loudly and came inside me. I’d never let a man do that before. It was intoxicating and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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