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bed, sighing deeply.
 Don t even try anything on, I groan.  I m dead.
Jackson chuckles, and shoves his jeans off.  With ya there, darlin .
I roll under the sheets, groaning as the warmth spreads over me. Jackson slips in beside me, and
pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, and close my eyes. They re instantly heavy, and
I m asleep before I know it.
It s been a long day.
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SERENITY
I wake before Jackson in the morning, and I carefully slip out of bed. I tiptoe downstairs, scared
about waking Janine, but stop when I see her sitting on the couch beside Muff, hot coffee in hand,
deep in conversation. I stop, curious. Janine rarely speaks to other people, but she s having a very in
depth conversation with Muff. He reaches across gently, and takes her hand. The look on his face is
that of gentle sympathy.
I clear my throat, and both of them turn to stare at me. Janine stands quickly, smiling over at me.
 Hey there, how did you sleep?
I return her smile.  Well, you?
 Best in years.
 Muff been entertaining you?
She flushes.  Oh, I got up early and we got chatting.
 That s good, morning Muff.
 Princess, he grins, standing.
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a coffee.  Is Eb s still asleep?
 Yeah, Janine says.  It was a late night for her.
I take a sip of the coffee, and groan with delight.  God, remind me never to... I cut myself off,
realizing what I was about to say really isn t appropriate.
Muff chuckles.  What?
I give him a look.  Shut it, Muff.
Janine stares between the two of us.  What am I missing here?
Now I flush.  Nothing, he s just being a pain in the ass.
Muff laughs, and walks into the kitchen, swinging open the fridge.  What does this man have to eat
that isn t healthy?
I cross my arms.  Hey, that food is good for you mister.
He groans.  Might be good, but it tastes like cardboard.
Janine giggles.  I agree, there has to be something bad in there.
Muff flashes her a charming grin.  A woman after my own heart.
Janine flushes again.
Sigh.
 You two find something unhealthy then, I say, walking out.  I m going to shower.
They don t answer me, because they re both in the fridge talking frantically about foods they can
whip together. Rolling my eyes, I walk up the stairs. I get into the room and hear the shower running
right away. Brilliant. I drop my clothes and walk in. Jackson is standing, head back, eyes closed, and
oh, so beautifully naked. His body is divine, so god damned yummy. I open the glass, and a small
smile plays around his lips.
 Couldn t miss the chance for a morning fuck, darlin ?
 Too bad if I was Muff, I giggle.
He drops his head and pins me with his gaze.  I know when it s my girl, or when it ain t.
His girl.
Oh my.
I grin, and step forward, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning up to press my lips to
his. He tangles his fingers into my hair, and kisses me so deeply my knees buckle. He slides a hand
down my back, and grips my backside, using it to force me against his erection. I whimper and cling
to him, rubbing myself over his cock until I m throbbing with need.
 You keen for that fuck? he murmurs.
I want that fuck. But I want something else more. I begin slowly lowering to my knees. Jackson s
eyes widen, and he watches with want as I take his cock into my hand, and begin gently stroking it.
 I didn t get to finish you like this last night, today I want to.
 Baby, he groans.  Fuck yeah.
I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his cock. He jerks and a throaty growl fills the small
shower stall. I use one hand to stroke the base of his cock up and down, while my tongue and mouth
swirl around the tip, sucking and licking until he s panting my name.
I deepen the pleasure by sliding my mouth down lower, until he s pressing against the back of my
throat. My eyes water, but I can t stop, the sounds of him groaning and grunting above me are enough
to spur me on. I pull my mouth back, nipping at the end of his cock, and then I slide him in again.
 Goin to come, baby, fuck. If you don t want me to come in your mouth, stop.
I don t stop. I don t care. I want him. All of him. I suck harder until I feel him swell inside my
mouth, and then he comes. I feel the first hot spurt of his release hit the back of my throat; I groan and
swallow just as the second and third hit. Jackson bellows my name; his fingers are tight in my hair.
When he stops coming, I gently slip him from my mouth and peer up at him through the water. He
smiles down at me, his eyes lazy, his body tight. While I m down here, I run a finger along the tattoo
on his cock. It s an odd tattoo, a range of patterns, all black, running up and around his cock. Like
some sort of tribal marking.
 When are you going to tell me about this? I ask, sliding my finger along it.
 Come here, he says, leaning down and pulling me up.
I let him, and I stand still as he rubs soap over my body and lathers it up. Then he pulls me out of
the shower and wraps a towel around me. He still hasn t answered the question, but when we get into
his room, he finally turns and tells me about it.
 It s a tribal marking.
I nod.  I figured as much, why have you got it?
 Well, my dad was part Cherokee, and I liked the tribal marking. It s not something I wanted on
my body for anyone to see, and so one night when I was young, drunk and stupid, I went and got it put
there.
I raise my brows. Firstly, because Jackson is part Cherokee, though that does explain the olive
skin and that thick, long, dark hair. Secondly, because he got the tribal marking put on his penis. Isn t
that...I don t know...disrespectful?
 Isn t that kind of rude? I ask, a little shocked.
He laughs softly.  No darlin , it s not. It s a marking all the same, I was just stupid when I
decided I wanted something different. It s the marking of all the tribal men, so why not put it on what
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