VOLUME TWO: PLAYING WITH FIRE"Incoming," Josh said with a smirk right before Jackson was thumped on the back of the head."The fuck?" he muttered and then removed his headphones to see what the deal was."They said you've got a pick up in the mail room, just passing it on," the soldier said before moving on."Thanks, I'll pick it up when I'm finished," he responded and turned back to the computer screen in front of him. He was on Skype like he was every weekend with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. He had always just intended to call Josh, but Payton would eventually join their conversation. "That's probably mine," she let him know. "I sent my last box out a week or so ago. It feels really good to say that."Jackson smiled at her. She'd made it damn near impossible to forget her, to stop wanting her. His job had put distance between them, made it so he had a mission that took over most of his thoughts, but there were always reminders in the way of care packages, emails, and
"Eight... Nine... Ten," Emma chanted as she stretched out her leg. Moving to the other side, she started counting over again. Her friend, Hannah, was supposed to be her partner in crime this summer doing that whole Couch to 5K thing. They never had any time to do this sort of thing when they were working at school during the year, so now was the perfect time. Heck, it was even her idea. Today was only the third day, and Hannah was already MIA. Emma knew she wasn't a graceful runner. She was positive she looked scary when she ran, but here she was... alone. She strapped on her armband and after she started her playlist and the running app, she was off. She was bound and determined she was sticking with this. Only as the minutes dragged on, she felt more and more like giving up. "Home," she muttered as she ran into the driveway and lay down. That's how bad it was. She didn't even have the energy to go one step more. Forget the house. The concrete while hard was still cool from the nigh
Seventy-two hours. That's how long Jackson had been off, and it wasn't long enough. He'd thought that going nine months without a day off that three would seem like a jackpot. What he realized that it was just enough to show him what he was missing, and it made him want more. When he'd shown up at work, he thanked his lucky stars that everyone else had shown up too. That would have made the already crappy morning worse if they had to start tracking people down.While they were in their morning formation, the commander welcomed them back and reminded them about their week of reintegration training, or as some of the more seasoned guys in the unit called it, "Don't Beat Your Wife" class. It was a week's worth of cover your own ass crap ranging in topics from drunk driving to suicide. Putting a bunch of irritable, tired guys in front of a PowerPoint screen wasn't the best way to get them to pay attention, but Jackson was just there to check the box and get out."If they show me one more s
Emma wasn't really sure what had gotten into her. She wasn't usually into flings, and she'd never had one before, but no matter how little of herself she wanted to give, she could tell that there was something about Jackson she wanted. It was confirmed the minute he kissed her. It was a hot kiss, and if he was half as good at sex as he was with kissing, she was in for a hot night.When they got to her room, she moved Jackson to the edge of her bed and pushed him down. The way he was looking at her gave her the courage to act like the confident, sexy woman she wasn't sure she was anymore. Slowly she ran her hands down her sides and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Not looking anywhere but his eyes, she pulled it up and off and then dropped it on the floor. She noticed Jackson's hands clench as she went for the button on her shorts, and he swallowed hard as she slowly pulled the zipper down and shimmied out of them. Standing there in her matching black lace bra and thong, she became nervous
For the first time in months, Jackson had a day off and was completely alone. Josh was away at some basketball camp, and Payton was away on a business trip, and that left him totally free for the next week to just do nothing but lounge around alone. He had spent the weekend texting Emma off and on. They had tried to make it out to dinner on Sunday, but everything had been closed by the time they'd made it out of bed. Instead of going out, they ordered a pizza and had it delivered. That left him free to explore her with his mouth while they waited for it to show up. By the time they got around to actually eating it, they had to heat it up because it had gotten cold.Not wanting to spend the night again, Jackson made sure to go home. He didn't make it home until the wee hours, so it didn't surprise him that he slept until noon. Reaching for his shorts, he sat up and was about to pull them on when he remembered that he was alone in the house. For once he didn't have anything to worry abo
Emma was shocked when she realized she'd woken up before Jackson. In their brief time together, that had never happened. As she stretched her limbs, she thought about snuggling up close and waking him, but when she got a look at his face, he looked so peaceful she didn't want to bother him. So instead of waking him she opted for a hot shower and breakfast. She waited in the bathroom until the steam started to rise and stepped in feeling her muscles relax under the spray. She took her time lathering her hair with her shampoo and then ran her hands over her body soaping up. It still tingled from the crazy night of sex they'd had. After she had dried off, she changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and piled her hair up on top of her head. After she made her way downstairs, she went for easy and found the cereal. She'd just poured the milk into the bowl when the doorbell rang.Seeing Hannah on the other side of the door she asked, "What are you doing here?""It's a running day? You
"Yo, bro, where ya been?" Josh hollered at him as he came through the door. He'd spent all morning and much of the afternoon with Emma reminding him why he didn't want to fuck up their arrangement. No matter how much she irritated him with her stupid notion about guys and girls being friends, he forgot about it the second she pushed him down on the dining room chair and had her way with him."Who are you? Mom?" Jackson asked as he rolled his eyes."Hey, just wondering. We were supposed to go to the shooting range today.""Shit," Jackson mumbled as he ran a hand over his head. "We still have some time if you wanna go.""Maybe tomorrow? I have that stupid dinner tonight at the school.""Yeah, that'll work. Sorry about that. Totally lost track of time," he told his brother as he dashed up the stairs.All Jackson really wanted to do was take a nap. He and Emma hadn't slept much the night before, and his bed was calling his name. Jackson sighed as he fell into bed and felt the world driftin
Everything hurt. That pretty much summed up how Emma felt. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, and when she tried to pry her eyes open, she was thankful there was no light whatsoever. She couldn't handle light. Emma took a few minutes trying to remember what had happened. She remembered being at the bar with everyone, and she vaguely remembered walking to the car with Jackson. She didn't remember anything about their ride home or getting to bed. If the pounding in her head was any indication, she'd had way too much to drink, and she was sure that's why she was lying in bed mostly naked instead of in the pajamas she normally wore. Suddenly the bed beside her shifted and a strong arm wrapped around her pulling her tight. Jackson. He must have helped get her home and put her to bed. Usually, she hated people touching her when she slept. Honestly, she hated any guy that was touchy. That's why she'd freaked out when Jackson had grabbed her hand at the bar. It was another thing she coul