Wilt and Wither

Chapter 16

Come on you light weight. I struggle under Jacksons weight while he was no help putting him in his bed.

Thankfully he didn't press the issue about his question. He just smiled as I asked the next question, the tension eventually disappearing. Over the last hour I learned Jackson has been arrested, suspended and even expelled for planting drugs in Sam's ex-boyfriends locker after he cheated on her with three members of the cheer leading team one of whom was Sam's best friend. He has done everything short of sleeping with a girl.

I lay him down laughing and loving this stress free side even if its laced with alcohol. He rolls to his side and I wince knowing he will rue the day when he wakes up tomorrow.

Your so-so great-so so so great. He slurs as his hand plays in my hair.

So I've been told.

I take off his shirt and stare at his wonderfully muscled chest like a pervert. His muscles weave and cut together seamlessly the kind of build that forms with hard work.

Boy is fine!

He struggles with his pants pulling them down leaving him in briefs.

Well damn!

Arent we excited.

He sees me starring. You can take those off too. He winks at me but it look more like hes having a seizure.

Oh no I think were keeping those on.

He rolls to his other side. Your loss.

Story of my life. I coax him into the bed and pull the waste basket by his side of the bed just in case.

I turn to leave and he grabs my hand. Dont stay-me now-please. He says sleep almost swallowing him whole.

Jackson you should sleep. I set a water bottle by his nightstand.

He tugs me and I land on him. His eyes are hooded and his gaze lazily strokes my body. Please-I said-please. Im soso polite.

I sigh. Fine. I lay next to him as he gathers me in his arms. I pray he doesnt throw up in my hair. I couldnt stand anything else happening to it.

What the hell is that? Jackson groans.

I lift my head up groggy from sleep or lack thereof boyfriend was not a sound sleeper. I open one heavy lid. Uh that would be the sun. He groans and then I become achingly aware of the parts of his body that are pressed to mine. Jackson notices to and springs up like I have the plague.

Im so sorry. I roll over and drink him in not sorry at all. He covers himself like I havent already gotten an eyeful.

I slink out of bed. Not so flirty when Mr. Daniels isnt doing your talking is we now.

Did we? He points between us.

Uh no I told you I wouldn't take advantage of you like that. He relaxes a touch. On a scale of 1 to I am never drinking again how do you feel?

I'm never drinking again. He pinches his fingers on his nose trying to get some balance. Why aren't you sick?

Because maybe I didn't drink as much and I'm a vampire I sobered up by the time we hit the stairs. I take my shirt off and feel his eyes rake over my body giving me goose bumps.

He slides on a pair of sweats. Do you need a shirt? He asks trying to keep eyes off of me.

I don't know, do I? I say seductively. I don't know what's gotten into me.

You're not helping matters any. Being with Jackson like this gives me a sense of power I've never felt before. Jackson makes me feel beautiful, he makes me feel different.