JACKSON'S POV

The moment I saw Vera standing between my car and the carport pillar, looking lost and dazed, I knew something was off. But she wouldn’t say a word about it. She just brushed it off like it didn’t matter. I didn’t push her. I didn’t want to ruin her mood. I told myself I’d ask again the next day.

Now, with her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her hands tangled in my hair, and her head tilted back as she moaned my name, I knew I made the right call by letting it go.

With every swipe of my tongue over her soaked heat, she whimpered and clung...