A Wilde Christmas Ch. 12

Wynter stayed up into the early Saturday morning hours chatting with Jackson, Liberty, Valentina, Grace, Chase, Meka, and Danielle. Chase's flight out of Dallas was at 7 am, so he planned to leave at 3 am to get there in plenty of time. The majority of her guests left the cabin a little after 2 am, so Wynter decided to stay up until Chase had to leave. They all lounged in the living room, listening to music as Chase interrogated Jackson. Wynter tried to get him to stop, but Jackson played along, answering his questions until they started discussing their jobs. Wynter lost interest in them talking about the projects they got to work on, but she was engrossed with Jackson. The way he spoke, smiled, and carried himself completely enthralled her. He had a quiet confidence that was so sexy to her, and it didn't help that he kept his arm wrapped around her, caressing her side as he spoke to Chase. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was captivated by him.

"I've never seen you look at Michael that way..." Danielle goaded, smiling as she watched them. Wynter made a face at the mention of her ex's name. She looked at Jackson, glad he was still locked into his conversation with Chase before she turned to face Danielle.

"I don't think I've ever been this drunk before." Wynter shrugged her off.

"Speaking of Michael, have you heard from him? Is he still with Denise?" Meka asked. Grace and Valentina looked at her with disdain, and Wynter could tell Liberty was a second from going off on her.

"Nope. Don't know, don't care." Wynter spoke up quickly to keep the peace. "I blocked them both when I left."

"Spring break in New Orleans!" Danielle shouted, grabbing everyone's attention. She giggled at Wynter. "You were drunker for sure. Remember you tried to hide in the weed van?"

Wynter laughed, "You're exaggerating."

"No, she's not. Your ass almost got us all arrested. That dude had to carry you back to the hotel." Meka laughed.

Wynter continued to deny it, even after Chase corroborated the story. They started talking about past trips they had taken, and Jackson had them all beat with his extensive traveling and experiences. He had a friend group that planned trips together at least twice a year, but he also did solo trips when he could. He explained how his group was currently in Cape Town until the New Year, so his next solo trip would most likely be to South Africa. Wynter was looking at photos from one of his friend's social media when she told him she was sorry he missed the trip. He drew her nearer to him and told her he wasn't. She cuddled against him, tilting her head to his. Before they could kiss, Chase cleared his throat, loudly, and told them to go to her room.

Wynter flushed but smirked and told him they planned on it as soon as he left. Wynter and Jackson nestled close to each other, refraining from any other PDAs, until Chase left. Wynter hugged him, telling him to text once he made it to the airport. She waved him goodbye as he got into the taxi. Back inside, they split up to finally get some sleep. Grace was already passed out on the couch, Meka and Danielle took the master bedroom downstairs, Valentina slept in the guest room, Liberty took the studio, and Jackson and Wynter took the upstairs bedroom- her old room. She didn't have time to feel nostalgic or strange about being in her old room as Jackson immediately hauled her to him, quickly removing her blazer. She took off her gloves during flip cup and was left in a white lace cut-out bra, matching thong panties, and lace stockings.

"Damn." He breathed, sitting on the bed. He spun her around to get a view of her backside in the lingerie. "Who were you thinking about when you put this on?" Jackson questioned.

"Nobody." She giggled, standing between his legs. He palmed her ass, moving her closer to him.

"You sure?" His lips grazed her navel.

Wynter nodded, her stomach clenching in arousal. "I mean, I thought I was going out with my girls tonight. I did meet you on a night out... I figured I should be prepared in case I met someone new."

Jackson's normally honey-brown eyes darkened as he looked up at her. "I told you I don't share."

She tilted her head, locking eyes with him "I thought that was only food."

"No, it's everything. I'm selfish. Once I touch it, it's mine." He said, pulling her to straddle his lap. "You understand?"

She nodded, her arms and legs wrapping around him.

"Say it." He demanded against her lips.

"I understand. I'm yours." She said, brushing her lips against his, teasingly.

He pressed his lips into hers in a hungry kiss. Wynter kissed him back, just as passionately, as she pressed her body against his. When they broke apart, Jackson flipped her over so she was lying on the bed. He peeled off her stockings before retrieving a condom from his pocket and undressing. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, lifting and spreading her legs as he stood between them. He pulled her panties to the side before sliding inside of her. He gave her deep, slow strokes as he lovingly caressed all over her body until they both came. When he pulled out and went to dispose of the condom, she used the little energy she had to crawl to the top of the bed and slip under the covers. She was already falling asleep when he joined her under the comforter, spooning her before they both passed out.

The next morning, Wynter woke up locked in Jackson's arms. She sighed, blissfully. She woke up earlier to use the bathroom, so she knew he either woke up too or held her in his sleep. Either way, she loved that he craved her touch as much as she craved his. She ground her hips against his pelvis, both stoking and quenching her desire for him.

"I hate being woke up." He grumbled against her shoulder.

She froze. "Sorry. I'll be still."

"Unless it's like this." He murmured, grabbing her hips and moving against her. "Your ass is the best wake-up call."

Wynter pushed back against him, grinning. "Yeah? I always thought my mouth was the best wake-up call."

Jackson chuckled deeply. "I never had the pleasure. We can try it out."

"Too late, you're awake now." Wynter taunted.

"You can fuck me back to sleep," Jackson suggested, intertwining their legs and angling himself to enter her.

Feeling his bare hardness between her thighs shocked her. "Condom?" She inhaled.

"Pants pocket." He breathed, sucking softly on her neck. She untangled herself from him to retrieve the condom. She took off his t-shirt that she was wearing before joining him back in bed. She put the condom on him, using her mouth, before straddling him. They both moaned in pleasure when she lowered herself to his erection. She gyrated against him at the same time he thrust up, pushing inside her in one stroke. Jackson gripped her hips and bounced her on him. The sounds of their heavy breathing, occasional groans, and the bedsprings creaking permeated the room until a loud knock rang through.

"Wyn, you awake?" She heard Liberty call from outside the door.

"Yeah... MMM... yeah, I'm up." She strained to respond evenly as Jackson kept thrusting and rubbing her clitoris. She couldn't stop him if she wanted to, and she had no desire to stop. "Give me 5 minutes." She moaned, feeling her orgasm build, wishing Liberty left before she came.

Jackson's thrusts became erratic until he tensed, signaling he was about to come. Wynter let the orgasm overtake her and she cried out, calling out his name, as pleasure crashed throughout her body. Jackson guided her down to him, kissing her mouth to silence her as they climaxed.

She regained her breath and rolled off him. "You better hope nobody was upstairs."

"You better hope. You were the one screaming." Jackson smirked.

"Oh, shut up!" Wynter tossed a pillow at him.

After they got out of bed and dressed, they joined everyone downstairs. Liberty made a trip to the diner and had breakfast spread on the cleaned kitchen counter. Jackson declined the invitation to join them, saying he had plans with his mom. She walked him out and he told her to text him when she was free. They hugged and kissed goodbye before Wynter joined the girls for breakfast. Liberty was in no-nonsense mode as she had a full schedule in town, and they needed to rehearse the dance they were performing for the talent show at the Christmas Eve party at the ranch. The younger generation had a side competition on who could outrage Grandpa Elliot the most, and Liberty was sure they could do it by dancing to Todrick Hall's Bells, Bows, Gifts, and Trees. They decided to do the song's dance breakdown and ensured they knew the choreography. The dance only took about an hour to learn, but they argued about what to wear. Liberty wanted to do a naughty elf theme, Grace argued for onesies pajamas, and Valentina thought they should pay homage to the video. Wynter broke the tie, agreeing with Valentina and suggesting they showed the video during their performance for maximum effect. That convinced Liberty, knowing most of the older generation would be scandalized by the music video of all men in high heels slaying the dance. Grace conceded, as long as Wynter picked out her outfit as she didn't have time to go shopping again. Wynter agreed, and Meka helped her plan the outfits and gave her suggestions for props.

Around noon, Meka and Danielle headed out, with Wynter promising to keep in touch and giving them her new number. Grace needed to check back in on the ranch, Valentina was joining her mom with grocery shopping, and Liberty needed to make sure everything was going smoothly with the farmers market and movie in the square that night. They all invited Wynter to join, but Wynter declined, stating she needed to shower and take her hair out, but that she would reach out when she was done. Truthfully, she wanted some alone time and needed to finish wrapping her gifts. She also decided to gift Jackson something, considering he was so generous with her birthday present and trip to Gaylord Resort.

She went back to Aunt Amira's house and found it empty. After taking a quick shower, and taking her clip-ins out, she got to work wrapping all her gifts and putting in a rush order for Jackson's gift. When she was done, she sent a text to Jackson to see what he was up to. He sent a selfie back wearing a crochet beanie that looked like a Christmas tree. He was standing in front of a booth with his mom, sister-in-law, and nieces at the farmers market. When she replied she needed 4 beanies, he told her she better get down to the town square before they sold out.

She texted him she was on the way before she got ready to join him. She wore jeans, a white sweater, and the snowflake hat and scarf Jackson gave her from his mom. She skipped makeup to save time. She drove into town, finding no parking near the square, so she drove to the park. As she walked to the outdoor farmer's market, she called Jackson to see where he was. He told her to stay at the entrance, as it would be easier for him to meet her there. While she waited, she took in the vibrant marketplace as shoppers browsed the stalls where vendors sold seasonal fruits and vegetables, homemade food and drinks, handmade crafts, and unique gifts. The smell of kettle corn, roasted nuts, and hot chocolate mingled in the air making her excited and anxious for Jackson to appear.

"Hey, Wynter." A deep voice said from behind her. She turned around, hiding her disappointment at seeing Anthony, not Jackson, approaching her.

"Hey Anthony, what are you up to?" She asked him, politely.

"Picking up some last-minute gifts. What about you?"

"The same, but they're gifts for me," Wynter admitted.

"That's what's up." Anthony nodded. "You gotta treat yourself, especially if you don't have a man to treat you."

Wynter squinched her face at him. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" He asked, with a smile.

"Make me have to put my feminism cape on and explain to you how women don't need a man to treat them," Wynter said, keeping it light.

He chuckled. "No, that's my way of asking if you have a man. What's going on with you and Jackson?"

Before she could reply, an arm went around her shoulder. She didn't even have to look to know it was Jackson, his scent and the familiarity of his embrace confirmed it.

"I heard my name. Y'all talking about me?" Jackson asked, friendlily as he pulled Wynter closer.

"Kinda, I was just about to tell Anthony I was waiting for you," Wynter replied.

"Don't let me hold y'all up." He responded, shortly. "Happy Holidays."

"Merry Christmas," Wynter called as Jackson guided her away from him.

"What did he want?" Jackson asked once they got a few feet away.

"He wanted to know if you were my man," Wynter answered, honestly.

"What'd you tell him?" Jackson looked over at her.

Wynter shrugged. "Nothing, you interrupted before I could answer."

"What was your answer going to be?" Jackson continued.

Wynter hid her confusion at his line of questioning. "I don't know. I feel like we might need to stage a breakup or something before you leave." She joked, trying to brush off this conversation.

"Why? You don't wanna limit your prospects?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"My prospects for what?" Wynter smiled, awkwardly.

"For finding a man and settling down in Lucky?" He probed her.

"I don't even know what I would do if I stayed in Lucky. I was thinking about this because I always make photo prints for my family at Christmas. I did them in Houston with no problem, most drugstores could print what I needed. The closest shop is an hour from here. I was thinking I could open a little print shop, do photography on the side, and make a living using my degree and doing what I love, but I don't have that entrepreneurial spirit." Wynter began. When she noticed Jackson listening to her intently, she continued her train of thought. "I know everyone always puts down a nine to five but that's exactly what I want. I want to clock in, clock out, and not think about work for the rest of the day. And I definitely don't want to have to be selling myself and my business all the time. That seems like too much."

Jackson nodded, understandably. "I get it. People don't realize that is one of the disadvantages of freelancing. It's a full-time job and you can never clock out when it's your own business. I thought I wanted to freelance until I met my boss and she made me realize I could pick my jobs, but I'd be constantly selling myself too. She's Pakistani as well so she knows how much harder you have to work as a minority. The reason I chose to work for her is because she doesn't come at me as a superior but as a partner."

Wynter smiled. "That makes sense. I imagine it would take a special woman to make you commit - you know, to a job. A special boss to make you commit to a job." Wynter cleaned up.

"Right." he smiled at her flustered words, giving her an appraising look before he pointed out a booth. "You want a mulled wine?"

"Yes please," Wynter said, enthusiastically as they walked to the booth.

They took their time walking the market, sampling baked goods, local cheese and meats, and homemade soaps and lotions. When they came across a booth with candles, Wynter bought a couple for her Aunt Amira in her favorite scent. They finally made it to Jackson's mom's booth of crochet items.

"You really liked the snowflake set?" Janet asked Wynter, pointing out the scarf and hat Wynter wore as she hugged her.

"I loved it. It reminds me of my mama. Thank you." Wynter hugged her back.

"Jackson picked it out. I didn't know if you were still into snowflake-themed items." Janet said.

Wynter smiled, remembering the first few times she ran into Jackson, she wore snowflake-themed accessories. "I do. I will probably never grow out of them."

Janet invited them into the booth to take a seat. Wynter declined to look at the hats, but Jackson took her bags to place them inside.

"Y'all did some shopping?" Janet noticed.

"More eating than shopping, but I got some candles for my aunt. It's my way to make amends for boiling your tea as potpourri." Wynter explained with a smile.

"Oh, that's a great idea. I never thought of that." Janet commented.

"Thought of what?" Jackson inquired.

Wynter explained how she loved the smell of the tea blend Janet created and her mom loved, but because she didn't drink it, she just boiled it on the stove.

"That's wasteful." Jackson teased her.

"So's spending hundreds on tennis shoes, jewelry, and t-shirts, but we don't talk about you." Janet criticized him.

"Alright, mom," Jackson smirked, sitting in a folding chair in the booth.

Wynter smiled. She saw where Jackson got his sharp mouth from. Wynter didn't mind his playful banter, but it was fun seeing him get it right back from his mom.

"Where'd the girls go?" Jackson asked.

"Elena took them home for dinner, but they will all be back for the movie. Y'all are staying for that?" Janet proposed.

"I wasn't planning on it," Jackson disclosed. "Polar Express is not my demographic."

"I want to get some pictures of the market when the sun goes down, so I might stick around."

"You don't have plans with your cousins?" Jackson questioned.

"Nope, my birthday week is officially over. They are done with me." Wynter grinned as she examined the different hats.

"Aww, I love that they kept up that tradition. Your mom's original due date was Christmas, and she was so worried that you wouldn't feel special sharing your birthday with Christmas." Janet explained.

"I never felt that way. I kinda love all the Christmas events and I always have something to do. I would have hated a Christmas-themed name though."

"That never crossed her mind, I promise." Janet laughed.

Wynter picked out 4 different hats so they wouldn't be too matchy for the performance.

"You really wanted 4 hats?" Jackson looked at her, doubtfully.

"I need 4. My cousins and I need them for our costumes for the talent show." Wynter clarified.

Janet smiled. "Doesn't Percy always win those?"

"Apparently, but there's a side competition on who can offend Grandpa Elliot the most. We're trying to win that." Wynter stated.

"Ohh, no wonder I heard a tale of an exotic dancing snowman last year," Janet mentioned.

"Mom, I ain't trying to hear that." Jackson interrupted, disgusted.

"You don't have to hear it. Liberty sent me the video." Wynter laughed, pulling out her phone to show the clip of her cousin Noah in a snowman onesie, lip-singing to "Let it Snow" by Boys II Men. When he started doing body rolls and unbuttoning his onesie, Grandpa Elliot took off his belt and ran him out of the room, swinging the belt at him.

They all laughed as they watched it.

"A stripping snowman is crazy." Jackson quipped. "Is that what you and your cousins are planning-"

She swatted at him before he could finish. He ducked away from her, laughing harder.

"No, but you're welcome to come find out what we're doing," Wynter invited him.

"I gotta check my schedule. My mom's got me booked until New Year's Day." Jackson sighed.

"Your damn right. It took a hematoma to bring you home for longer than 2 days. I'm taking advantage of it. He'll be free after church." Janet advised.

Wynter came behind the booth to sit with them. "How often do you come to Lucky Jackson?"

"At least once a year," Jackson admitted. When Wynter looked shocked and Janet shook her head, Jackson shrugged nonchalantly. "I try to meet up with my family all the time, just not in the fishbowl of Lucky."

"Lord, not the fishbowl complaints again," Janet sighed.

"It's the truth. I don't see how you can live with everyone in your business and scrutinizing your choices, but I don't judge. Don't condemn me for not wanting to conform and live my life that way." Jackson defended himself.

Janet looked at Wynter, exasperated. "Help me, Wynter. Do you feel like you're in a fishbowl in Lucky?"