All Chapters of FILTHY DREAMS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"What's it doing?""It was making this clicking sound, and then nothing.""That sounds like your battery." I groan again and he chuckles. "Two options. I can give your car a jump now, or, and this ismy preferred option, I can take you to my house, feed you some breakfast, we can get some sleep, and when we come back here later, I'll jump your car after we see Shawn."Pick the first option.My mind immediately tells me. This will only make things worse. Going to his house, having him cook for me, sleeping... where? In his bed? In his arms? No, no. Bad idea on all fronts. And I know it. My mouth opens, ready to tell him to just jump my car so we can go our separate ways. But instead, I hear myself say, "Let’s go to your house."“We can just pick something up,” I say as we drive to his house. “You did say you were exhausted.""There are two things I am never too exhausted for. And one of them is cooking."Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask."What's the other?" I ask anyway.He grins over at

I stay utterly still, as if not moving will mean anything now that he already knows I'm right before him. I don't even take my hand off what I realize now is his foot. He was waiting for me bythe door, expecting me to try and run out of the room. And I fell right into his trap. Now that I have, what is he going to do with me?"Came crawling for your fucking like the dirty whore you are." I feel him move and his next words are spoken right near my ear. He must have dropped to his haunches. "In the perfect position for what I want to do to you.""No!" I exclaim as I push against a body I can't see.I scramble to crawl away and then try to get to my feet, but Jackson's body collides with mine, knocking me to my back on the floor. I can feel him crawling up my body, gaining control of me. Then he's using his weight to pin me to the carpet, his mouth biting at me in the darkness, the tops of my breasts, my neck, my jaw, as his hands tear at my clothes."You animal," I shout. "Get off of me

There's a bite of pain as he pounds into me impossibly harder. My fingers grip the carpet again, but this time in pleasure, this time at the tension releasing, at the heat spreading throughout me, at the bliss that's taken me over. He groans above me, pistons into me faster and faster, until a heavy, deep sigh leaves him. I wish I could see him now, watch that satisfaction, that pleasure cross his face, to see whether his eyes are closed or not right now. To experience that thrill when his eyes meet mine.I have no choice but to settle for when he all but falls over me, his weight at my back, moving his cock in me and making me moan one more time. His finger is still at my clit, but still. His other hand is still at my throat, but the grip less tight. And neither of us moves. I'm trying to catch my breath, trying to recover from all of this, and enjoying the feeling of him on top of me. Buteventually, he moves, getting up and slowly sliding out of me. I hiss at the feeling of the stre

Jackson."If you're here..." I have to swallow to clear the croak from my throat. I can't even remember the last time I spoke. Definitely not long after each word started making my throat feel like it was on fire. "If you're here for what I think you are, you really, really picked a bad time."He chuckles, coming farther into the room. "Well, you're making jokes, so I guess you're not quite knocking on death's door.""I'm not?" I close my eyes and ask. "Because it definitely feels like it.""Well then I am here to help you tell death to fuck off."I open my eyes at his words, and how close they are to me now. He's sitting on the end of my bed, leaning toward me. He brings his hand to my forehead, and I see his eyebrows furrow."You're burning up.""What time is it?" I question."A little after seven."I nod. "I'm due for my medicine."I begin to reach over to the nightstand, but he stops me. "Hey, I'll get it. I told you, I'm here to take care of you."My eyes widen. "No, no. You've g

I sit up as he walks around the bed, placing the mug on the nightstand and the plate in my lap. He walks back out, to get his own plate I'm sure, and I cut into my pancake. I can see blueberries in it, and knowing I did not have blueberries, or bacon, come to think of it, in my refrigerator, he must have gone to the store sometime this morning. All for me.Maybe there is something there. Maybe it's not all in my mind. Maybe he truly is where he wants to be. With me.I swallow at the rising hope in me, knowing I should squish it, but finding I'm unable to. He comes back into the room, and I hurry to take my first bite, giving myself something to do other than stare at him as he situates himself beside me.I gasp. "I can taste.""See? Dr. Jackson to the rescue. You're welcome.""Oh, I see." I chuckle. "It's all because of you.""Look, I'm not saying it’s because I'm here, but I'm just pointing out that you looked like you were knocking on death's door when I arrived, and this morning, y