Free Sweet Charity by Sherri Crowder

little bit of distance between their lust filled bodies.
    “But Babe,” Jackson began to say just before Charity reached over and grabbed a warm flakey buttery biscuit, and quickly shoved it into his open mouth.  Jackson didn’t have a choice but to bite into the biscuit, and after swallowing down a huge piece, he looked at her and said, “That’s not fair Babe, you can’t expect me to say no to your baking.  Those are the best biscuits I’ve ever tasted, and you damn well know it.”
    Charity looked over at him with a gorgeous smile before she bit into one of those warm biscuits herself. Perched atop one of the seats at the island she said, “Nope, it’s not fair, but you need to eat, and frankly, I’m starving,” she said. 
    Taking a seat next to her, Jackson leaned over and licked a crumb from her lip, and then looking into those green eyes of hers said, “Well then, we eat now, and play later.  You need to be well nourished for what I have in mind.  Eat up woman!”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 15
     
    All through breakfast Jackson couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of Charity.  If he wasn’t caressing her back, tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ear, or giving her quick pecks on the lips in between bites of breakfast, he was memorizing every little thing about her, as she ate.  He took note of a tiny mole just under her hair line at the back of her neck, he loved how her lips moved when she chewed the dainty bites of food she took, he loved the simplicity of the small gold hoops she wore in her perfectly shaped earlobes, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking sexy she looked in his shirt. 
    As soon as Charity finished eating and placed her napkin upon the island’s granite top, Jackson reached for her hand and pulled her from her seat, leading her towards the garden doors. As he opened the door and pulled her outside onto the deck, she looked around self-consciously and said, “Jackson I don’t want anyone to see me not dressed.” And as she reached behind with one hand to pull down the hem of the shirt she wore, she broke from his grasp, and quickly headed back towards the door.
    “Babe, look around, it’s just us out here.  I don’t have any neighbors nearby.  It’s just you and me, the birds, the trees, and the lake.  Come back here, let me enjoy the beautiful morning with you out here,” he begged.
    “Are you sure nobody will see us...I mean, what about anyone going by on the lake?” she asked him. 
    Reaching out and taking her hand again, Jackson pulled Charity into his embrace.  He turned her around, so that her back was to his front while they stood looking out across the yard towards the lake.  As he leaned down and rested his cheek against the side of her head, he softly spoke into her ear, “I want to just enjoy having you here with me Babe.  Don’t worry about anything.  Can you hear the water lapping down at the shore? Listen to the birds...oh, and there’s a loon.”
    “I hear them Jackson,” she said on an exhale, as she relaxed back against him.  “It really is beautiful here, so quiet, a private little paradise.”
    “I’m happy that you like it here Charity.  I want you to enjoy being here.  You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought to my home,” he told her.
    With those words, Charity turned around to look into Jackson’s eyes saying, “I don’t think that I heard you correctly.  You’ve never brought a woman home?” The look of incredulity upon her face was priceless, Jackson thought.
    “You heard me right Charity.”
    “But... I... um... why Jackson?  I can’t believe that,” she said.
    “Please believe me when I say Charity, I’ve never ever brought another woman here.  I’ve never wanted to,” he said.
    “Jackson, I know a man like you...well you wouldn’t be able to go without a woman I’m sure,” Charity said with