Sweet Magnolias Jackson Novels & Stories

Then she turned to Jackson, and whispered, “Damn, he’s fine and I’m not one for cowboys but I’d save a horse to have a ride on that. Why didn’t you tell us?” “I just found out. Which one is… never mind, I see the hat.” Jackson’s eyes narrowed as he studied the man. Chestnut hair and blue eyes scanned for Milli as he held an expensive bouquet of lilies and tropical flowers. He looked like a GQ fashion plate in a Stetson. Jackson walked out and waved him over, “Milli’s finishing a cake. I’m Jackson Harper, Milli’s best friend.” “Edgar Rowling. Marni told Heith and me about you. Nice to meet you.” He shook Jackson’s hand firmly.

His dark curls were perfectly tousled, a whisky glass in one hand, eyes fixed on Savannah. Next to him, Weston huffed a laugh. “She’s glowing,” Weston said. “Didn’t think she’d last this long.” Jaxon didn’t take his eyes off her. “She’s breaking. That’s when Colton’s weakest.” “You think she’s cracking?” “I know she is.” Jaxon’s smile was slow and wicked. “He kissed her like he meant it. He never kissed Magnolia like that. And that means he’s vulnerable.” Weston frowned. “You playing the long game again?”

Jackson glanced at Sophia, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Sophia seemed to flinch under his gaze and moved closer to Grace. Grace recognized Jackson too and cursed under her breath. But they had no other options now, it all depended on what Jackson wanted to do. "Two thousand bucks is nothing, I can cover that." Jackson put on his sunglasses, chuckling. "I know Mr. Morgan pretty well. I can't just ignore his wife and his... mistress." What?! Wife and... mistress? Sophia wasn't his daughter?! She was a mistress?!

Leah said, smiling. Maggie smiled back. “Okay dear. You take care, okay?” She said affectionately. “And you too,” Leah replied, giving Maggie a grateful look. Jeremy held the door open for her, and she stepped out, inhaling the cool air of the night. Jackson saw them and quickly turned on the car. They entered the back seat, and held each other's hands, their fingers intertwined. “Do you want Jackson to play one of those songs on his playlist that you like?” Jeremy asked.

It was big enough for Jasmine. "You're already wet," Jackson taunts in Jasmine's ear. Jackson blows behind Jasmine's ear. Although this was the first time Jackson had sex with Jasmine, He already knows where Jasmine's sensitive spots are. Jasmine's deliberately stifled moans and screams did nothing to weaken Jackson's libido. "How long can you resist my touch, Jasmine? You are good at being a bitch, but you won't stand my touch." Jackson says this as he shakes Jasmine's womanhood. Jackson knows that Jasmine is about to reach the peak of her orgasm, but in order to tease Jasmine, he removes his hand from Jasmine's outer regions. It is obvious to Jackson's eyes that Jasmine is sitting limp and

Magnolia said naughtily. Jigsaw licks his lips. Magnolia sure knows how to make him happy. She always know when to give him sex and that's why she is his favorite girlfriend. Jigsaw has lots of girlfriends, Magnolia just happened to be his favorite. He hoisted up and Magnolia laugh naughtily, caging her legs around his waist. Jigsaw claims her lips in the most roughly way. And since she wasn't wearing anything beneath, it was easy for Jigsaw to penetrate his erected dick inside her.

If he weren't related to Sheryl, if he weren't a tool for her father's greed, she might have actually considered him. But their mating was a prison sentence. "As long as I don't have to see your stupid face," Silver replied coldly. "Stop pestering me, Jackson. Stop sending gifts. I don't want your flowers, and I don't want your chocolates. I want to be left alone." "Silver, I just...." "Go away," she snapped, and shut the window hard, the sound echoing through the rainy night. Jackson stood there in the dark for a long time, the rain soaking through his shirt. Finally, he turned and headed for his car. He needed to drown the rejection in something stronger than water.

"I've checked it myself, Hana. The people who have been in and out of your mansion for two days now have four people in all, an older man with a bald head, a young man with blonde hair just standing outside the door, a big guy with a long cut in his eye and Jackson – The guy with bright red hair. Of all of them, Jackson is the one who carries the most dangerous scent for you," "How can you be sure?" Hana asked again. Emma rubbed her hands together in confusion as she watched Moan ask for help, but Moan's magic vanished underground; Moan was like a child learning words to someone else's magic. Emma panicked even more without Moan's support, stammering, "That's right, Hana. Truly, dreams have

Stepping back, she said, ‘Please, come in. She caught the quirk of his mouth as he passed, as if he knew what she was feeling. A definite turn of the tables for her. Then she was left in the wake of his scent, a subtle spice that lingered like smoke. Closing her eyes with a sigh, she shut the door then followed him into the living room where a piano solo by Jim Brickman played softly in the background. Without a word, Jackson crossed to the window to stare at her backyard as if he were a caged animal who wanted out.

When Jackson braces his hands on the spongy soil on either side of my head, I shift my alarmed gaze back to his face. “Regan, huh? Pretty.” This close to him, it’s impossible for me to ignore the heat in his eyes. But that’s not all I’m fighting to ignore. It’s the scent of him that has me wanting to nuzzle him because he smells so good to me. Fall leaves, an open fire in winter, and spiced rum. All my favorite scents all rolled into one. “Now, how about telling me what’s running through that pretty little head of yours because something tells me it isn’t me getting up. You thinking about what you want me to do to you?” Jackson murmurs.