Unexpected Visitor Part 1

Zoey's POV (smut warning)

It had been weeks since I got the letter from Jackson. I had read it everyday trying to decide what to do. I haven't even heard from him since, was it just a bluff to hurt me again? Probably. "Shit, Zoey. You're talking to yourself." I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs, from my bedroom, to the kitchen putting a pot of coffee on to brew.

I wasn't expecting any company today so all I had on was a sports bra and a pair of cutoff shorts. It was a whopping 98 degrees today and even with the AC going I was burning up.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a tub of butter pecan icecream and started eating huge spoon fulls.

I couldn't get my mind off of Jackson, no matter what I did.

Standing at the counter and eating my ice cream, day dreaming of Jackson the door bell rang and scared the shit out of me. I know I jumped 2 feet off the ground, whipping my head around toward the door looking down at what I had on then sighing and going to the door. I eased it open and peeked from behind it so whoever was there wouldn't see me in my god awful ensemble.

My mouth fell open in shock. "JACKSON?!?!" I practically screamed. I hadn't actually realized how much I missed him until that moment.

Jackson's POV

My god she was beautiful. How the hell I had left her I'll never know. I could tell she had been through hell but I wouldn't say anything to her. "Sweet heavens, Zoey. You're still as beautiful as you were the day I left."

She stepped out from behind the door and I felt myself get hard instantly. Geez, this woman was trying to kill me.

"What are you doing here, Jackson?"

"Uh...I told you in my letter that I would contact you again." My eyes roamed over her body.

"Yeah, I thought that meant by phone, owl, letter, anything but not showing up on my doorstep. WEEKS after you sent the letter." She crossed her arms. Shit.

"I'm sorry, Zoey. I've been in town for two weeks trying to find you. Then once I did everytime I came over you were gone." I sighed.

She raised her eyebrow at me then stepped aside. "Come in."

She turned and walked into the kitchen, tilting my head sideways I watched as her ass twisted with each step. Damn it.

I walked in the house shutting the door behind me, following her to the kitchen. "Are you just going to be a bitch the whole time I'm here?"

She rounded on me, "Let me tell you something you fucking prick, YOU left me. I have the right to be a BITCH if I damn well feel like it and YOU are in MY house. Deal with it if you want to talk."

Fuck. "Fine, can't promise I won't be a prick then." She moved closer to me.

"Fine. I can't promise I won't be a complete bitch to you." She puts her hands on my chest, I leaned my face down our lips only inches apart.

"You truly are a bitch." I brushed my lips across hers.

She whimpered. "And you truly are a prick." I kissed her deeply and picked her up wrapping her legs around me, pressing her against the wall. I took out my wand and rid her of her shorts.

I smirked when she moaned, I moved one hand into her hair kissing her even more aggressively as I ran the other over her stomach and downward finding her clit and rubbing it.

Zoey's POV

I moaned arching my back. God, his touch was like fire on my skin no matter where he touched me. "I want you, Jackson." I ran my hands into his hair tugging on it. I never was able to resist him.

"Oh god, Zoey." He rid himself of his clothes magically and entered me with his manhood in one quick hard thrust. I dug my nails into his shoulders.

He pressed me against the wall harder moving in and out of me faster. I stared in his eyes as he fucked me. God, I still love him.

Jackson thrust into me even harder over and over until he finally pushed us both over the edge of ecstasy, making me collapse against him. "Fuck, Jackson."

"You can say that again." He said and pulled out of me, sitting me on my feet.

I smirked. "You trying to fuck the bitch out of me?"

"You know it, babe." He smirked right back at me.

I pulled my clothes on and poured us each a cup of coffee as he got redressed. I turned to him, watching him run his hand through his hair. "Why can't I ever resist you, Jackson?" I asked seriously.

"Probably because you still love me." He took the cup I handed him and walked into the living room. I followed close behind him and sat down on the couch beside him pulling my legs up underneath me taking a sip of coffee.

"What did you want to talk about?" My heart was breaking just thinking about him leaving now that I realized how I felt.