About 6 months after the bitch walked out and left me to pick up the pieces, and a couple months in which Jackson's wife coincidentally left him, he temporarily moved in with me while they sorted out the terms of their separation.
At least where mine ended on a permanent sour note, his was filled with unclear hatred and insults. Almost every day Jackson would walk in grinding his teeth and I'd know it was because of her.
"You need to block her. Stop taking her calls and stop reading her messages. It's just going to drive you crazy."
"Oh yeah?" Jackson shot back, "get naked on the bed and put your arse in the air mate. The only real thing that drives me crazy is when you aren't in that position."
I permanently rolled my eyes around Jackson but continued working on my kitchen counter on the laptop.
"I'm starving," I'd hint, and he'd immediately start rustling up some food, while ranting about the latest antics from his soon to be ex-wife.
He ranted, and ranted and I worked, half listening.
At one point, more to change the topic to more of an outcome, I asked, "Any chance you two will sort your differences and get back together?"
I knew the answer to this question of course, I just wanted to manoeuvre the conversation away from their daily grind.
"He used a few expletives, and referred to her in the most colourful of ways, but in the end he summarised with: "Not a goddamn fucking chance. I'm angry, and that anger will eventually dissolve, but my hatred for her, will never."
A short while later, he popped a delicious Risotto in front of me and I made a note to keep him angry.
In fact, he went off to shower, then sat on the lounge with a wine and flipped through the news, so I went off to prepare myself.
It did take a while, not just because sometimes these things do, but also because I still was no expert. But when I came out of the shower with a stick dick and a lubed hole, and leaned against the wall with a smile that he knew what to do with, his attention was on purely on me.
He raced towards me, and I threw myself onto the bed with a laugh face up.
Jackson was as fast at taking his clothes off as he was at making fast delicious food.
In 2 seconds, he lay on top of me, our dicks rubbing together, with his legs parted and over mine and kissed me.
I'd expected a very solid and aggressive fucking, but was very surprised when he looked into my eyes longingly and then kissed me gently. He kind of bit my lip, licked my tongue, slobbered me with deep passionate kisses, while my heart began to thud.