Getting What He Wants

by Tory Baker

  Getting What He Wants

  Tory Baker

  Copyright © 2018 by Tory Baker

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  WARNING: This book contains sexual situations, violence and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.

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  Contents

  Synopsis

  1. Lynn

  2. Jackson

  3. Lynn

  4. Jackson

  5. Lynn

  6. Jackson

  7. Lynn

  8. Jackson

  9. Lynn

  10. Jackson

  11. Lynn

  12. Jackson

  13. Lynn

  14. Jackson

  15. Lynn

  16. Jackson

  17. Lynn

  18. Jackson

  19. Lynn

  20. Jackson

  21. Lynn

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  Mail Ordered Bride Excerpt

  Links

  Other Books by Tory Baker

  Jackson Terry has always noticed his best friend’s little sister, but made himself stay away.

  There are just some boundaries a man shouldn’t cross—especially when that best friend makes it clear she’s off limits.

  It sucked, because he knew she was the one.

  When they meet up years later, by accident, Jackson can’t hold back any longer.

  Lynn is his woman, and he’s not letting her go this time.

  It’s time that Jackson gets exactly what he wants, and what he wants is Lynn.

  1

  Lynn

  It was never supposed to happen this way. My brother is going to kill me! Okay, not literally but he’s always told all of his friends they had to keep their hands off of his little sister. As if I’m little. We’re ten years apart, big deal. It’s not as if I’m a baby or something. I guess when you’re sixteen and your brother, Mike and all his baseball buddies are all in their mid-twenties, it’s a big deal. I always knew Jackson and I were meant to be together, or at least I fantasized about it. It wasn’t until one fateful day that my dreams became a reality. The one person standing in our way is my brother. Jackson wants to tell him right away. I, on the other hand, don’t want to rock the boat. I like this relationship we’re building. Even if we have to keep it quiet for the time being.

  Now that I’m twenty-two and Jackson is thirty-two, we just happen to be at the right place at the right time. It was like the galaxy aligned at exactly the right time. Fate brought us exactly where we needed to be.

  I am at the stadium to watch the professional baseball game and to write a news article for a freelance magazine and he just happens to be on the team I was interviewing during the press conference. I’d kept up with some of his baseball career, but not too much. It was better for my sanity that I left my daydreams of Jackson behind and concentrated on my job. Journalism is a hard industry and it can be dog eat dog. It’s all I can do somedays to just pretend I have it all together.

  Jackson is just as beautiful now as he was all those years ago, when I thought he hung the moon. Believe me, there were many Dear Diary moments in my high school years and they all revolved around Jackson Terry.

  One minute I was standing with a tape recorder in hand, listening to Coach Harley explain how he thought the season was going so far and the next minute I hear Jackson clear his throat, trying to get my attention. I know it’s him right away. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t speak, there’s just something about the sound that brings Jackson to mind. I search for him and the minute my gaze locks onto his, I feel goosebumps spread over my skin and my body react. It has always been this way where Jackson is involved. Always.

  I think I’d forgotten how beautiful his eyes truly are. They’re a deep hazel and the browns and greens that reflect seem to sparkle. Then he smiles. Jackson has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It feels like magic, especially when it’s directed at me. When he smiles just right, he has the dimple on the left side of his cheek and I want to run my tongue against it… every time. His hair is dark brown and unruly. It looks as if it’s always in need of a cut, but I like it like that. There’s always just enough for me to run my hands through. I used to dream of doing that all night long. Unfortunately, when it happened I was alone with just myself and my trusty vibrator.

  Jackson is at the podium next and I hope he can’t see the way my hand shakes. I’m surrounded by other reporters, but when Jackson talks, he looks directly at me. My body feels flushed, my core tightens and when he winks at me, I can feel the inside of my thighs go wet. This is it. This is the moment I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for.

  The press conference is finally over and I have all of my questions answered for my upcoming freelance gig. I love my job, it allows me to travel and it gives me a flexibility and a freedom that regular nine to five jobs don’t allow. Not to mention, the pay is great and I’m doing something I love.

  I go to put my crap away, along with my phone after making a brief check for messages and that’s when Jackson makes his way to me. I’ve barely managed to keep my heart from beating out of my chest, when he grabs me and hugs me, like we just saw each other yesterday. It’s like we’ve picked up right where we left off—like we haven’t missed a beat with each other in all these years.

  “Jackson!” I squeal, as his whole body encompasses mine. I’m on the shorter end of the scale at five foot-three inches and even smaller in stature, while Jackson is six foot-two and easily dwarfs me, especially with his muscular build. I remember watching him while I was younger and when he’d take his shirt off I’d practically salivate at his sculpted abs and with this mammoth of a hug, I can tell the muscles have multiplied—in all the right places.

  “Lynn, Baby. It’s been forever. How are you?” he says as we slowly break apart. Even then, he doesn’t let me go. He’s still holding onto my upper arms as he slowly lowers his eyes and checks me out from head to toe and back up again.

  “I’m doing great, how are things with you? I see you’re ready to go for the season. Think you’ll out pitch compared to last season?” I’m so giddy with seeing him that I’m rambling on and on all while looking up to him with the biggest smile I’ve had in such a long time.

  “Fuck yea, Babe. I have no doubts I’ll take us to the championship at the end of the season,” he says with a grin, his dimple popping out again.

  “It’s good to see you again, Jackson,” I tell him.

  “You too, Lynn. Damn good. You want to get outta here and grab some food?” He asks softly, his voice doing things to me that I’m sure he has no idea of.

  “Sure, I don’t have anything planned the rest of the evening and after the plane ride here, I could use some down time.” I respond and suddenly my hand is engulfed in his and he’s leading me out of the press room.

  2

  Jackson

  Last time I saw Lynn was five years ago at her brother Mike’s Fourth of July party. She was wearing a bright pink bikini and her curves had me salivating. She was running around with the little kids, playing tag with them. I watched her for hours, trying to hide my reaction to
her with her brother so close. I thought I did a good job of hiding the fact that Mike’s little sister was giving me a cock-stand but, apparently, I was wrong.

  He saw me watching her and slapped me up the side of the head and warned me that it was hands off. It wasn’t easy and I didn’t want to listen to him, but I did. Still, ever since that day I’ve thought about Lynn and what it would be like if she was mine. She had me thinking of things I didn’t realize I wanted, a home… my own backyard and children that had Lynn’s blonde hair and sweet smile.

  I didn’t go there, though—no matter how much I wanted to. Mike is my best friend. He has been since high school. We were tight as brothers and that bond only got stronger when we went to college. Now though, all bets are off. I’m not in school anymore. I’m older, I have a career I’ve always wanted, the championship is in my grasp and still, I’m not happy. Still, there is something that’s missing. Lynn. I’ve wanted her. Having her here, looking at me so sweetly, watching the way she tries to hide her reaction to me… it just brings it all full circle. Lynn was always meant to be my woman and I’m going to make it happen.

  I don’t know how it is possible, but damn if she hasn’t gotten more beautiful in the time that I’ve been apart from her. She’s got this thick, gorgeous, dirty blonde hair piled up on top of her head and her smoky grey eyes seem to pierce straight to my heart—just like that form fitting skirt and nearly see-through blouse, that leaves a deliciously tantalizing view of her cleavage, pierces my dick and makes my balls heat.

  I slowly drop my gaze down to her legs. Legs that I’ve imagined wrapped around my waist, or over my shoulders as my mouth was buried between those luscious thighs of hers. The minute I saw her holding that microphone up and asking questions, I had to come out. I normally stay behind in press conferences, but seeing Lynn made me realize that my time was now. It was hell trying to hide the fact that my cock was rock hard while answering questions, however. There’s just something about Lynn, maybe it’s her mischievous smile, her infectious laughter, or her banging body. A body I want pressed against mine, right now. Whatever it is, I know I want it… I want all of her.

  Taking her out to lunch was just a means to an end. I needed to keep her with me longer. I needed time to make her see that she needed to stay a part of my life… Permanently.

  “What have you been up to lately?” I start the conversation off, leading her slowly into her telling me everything she can about herself.

  “Well, after majoring in journalism and getting my minor in advertisement, I decided to free-lance for several magazine companies. I wanted to make my own hours and see some of the world. That’s why I’m here today. I just got off the plane and hustled to the stadium. I didn’t realize I would be interviewing your team. I try to keep up, but life always gets in the way. I know you’d been having a few issues. Is your shoulder doing okay? I know Mike mentioned that you may have to take a season off or it may lead to surgery.”

  “Worried about me, Babe?” I chuckle, seeing her cheeks blush.

  “Well not now.” She huffs out.

  “I’m fine, I swear. I’m doing physical therapy three times a week and doing extra strength training to help my tendons. I should be a hundred percent in no time, at all,” I tell her, bringing her closer into my side as we reach my truck. I open the door and she accidentally rubs against me. I hear the way her breath catches at the contact. Her cheeks flush and fuck it’s all I can do not to take her right here in the damn parking lot. She’s embarrassed, but I’m the reason our bodies met. I don’t’ want to give her room, I want to keep her as close as possible to me and even that’s not close enough.

  I lean down to make sure she’s secure and before I leave, I let my lips graze lightly over hers, teasing us both with the touch and a promise of more to come. Her lips are pillow soft, plump, juicy and it’s all I can do not to deepen the kiss so I can really taste them. I feel her body quake and hear her breath hitching in her throat. It’s all the proof I need.

  She wants me just as much as I want her.

  “You good with burgers and beer?” I ask once I get settled in the car. Lynn might be small in stature, but she has an appetite and isn’t afraid to eat.

  “Yea, that sounds great actually. Things were so hectic this morning I only had time to grab a protein bar, I could use some real food.” She looks over to me as she responds. I can’t help it. I didn’t want to move this fast, but I can’t wait. Not after wanting her for so many years, even when she was seventeen and jail bait.

  I lean over grabbing the nape of her neck and bringing her lips to mine, this time it isn’t just a slight kiss, it’s a real kiss. She holds onto my wrist and moans against my lips, allowing me to deepen the kiss and finally taste her. If this fucking center console wasn’t here, I’d have her in my lap pushing her skirt above her delicious ass, and slam my cock so deep inside of her she’d taste me for weeks. My other hand goes down to cup her breast and I glide my thumb over her nipple. Her short little intake of breath tells me she loves this as much as I do. What’s happening between us right now has been years in the making and I hate breaking apart from our kiss, but I know if I don’t, our first time together will be in this damn car, with hundreds of people milling around close by. That’s not how I want it to happen, not at all.

  “Wow. That was uhh, yea. That was amazing, Jackson.” She whimpers aloud.

  “Yea, Babe. It was something else.” I grunt back while adjusting my dick. I see her looking out of the corner of her eye. I smirk as I finish adjusting myself, put the car in drive and head to the burger joint.

  3

  Lynn

  We’re sitting in a booth at the restaurant, side by side. I never knew Jackson had feelings for me. I always thought he saw me as Mike’s kid sister. If that kiss is anything to go by, he wants me as bad as I’ve always wanted him. When I started to sit on the opposite side of him at the restaurant, he grabbed me by the waist and settled me on the inside of the booth. This is a side of Jackson I’ve never seen before and I have to say I like it.

  We order some burgers and fries with a beer each. It’s not long before the beer has helped me to relax and I’m lost in the pleasure of being this close to Jackson. I’m giggling like a school girl and Jackson is reminiscing about all the escapades he got into when he was away at college.

  When we both finish our meal and have another beer. I start to yawn, I try to conceal it, but Jackson notices it right away. I really don’t want this day to end, but it’s been a very long day. I woke up early, got to the airport at the crack of dawn, hustled to the press conference straight after landing… and now a full meal. I’m worn out and a nap is sounding amazing.

  “Come on, Lynn. I’ll get you back to your hotel,” he grunts and it’s almost like he doesn’t want this day to end either.

  We get back into his car and I promptly pass out, the next thing I know Jackson is tenderly waking me. I look around, disoriented and then confused because we’re not at the hotel.

  “Where are we, Jax?” I ask, using the pet name I gave him and one I haven’t muttered in years. He looks at me with this mischievous look in his eye.

  “We’re at my place. Naps are only fun if you have someone in bed with you,” he responds with a wink.

  “When you say naps, are you saying you want to nap with me?” I’m still a little confused with how we got to this point.

  “Yea, Babe. We’re napping together,” he whispers, as he helps me out from the car.

  We make our way into Jackson’s house, and I’m immediately in love. It’s an old Craftsman style house that I know for a fact his Dad and brothers helped him renovate and restore. It’s so beautiful and begs to have children running in the front yard with toys scattered everywhere. The beauty doesn’t stop outside. We slowly make our way towards the master bedroom and the woodwork and detail in every inch of this place is out of this world. He has subtle touches of browns and reds throughout the house. I just can’t get over how beautiful
it is.

  “Jackson, you’ve really done an amazing job on your home,” I tell him as he’s still leading me towards the bedroom.

  “Thanks, babe.” He looks back into my eyes as he speaks and something about that makes me feel flushed all over. We make it into his room and I gasp. His bed is massive, a huge king-size, sleigh bed, with dark wood stain. He has heavy drapes to keep out the light during the day, night stands on each side of the bed and a chair sitting in the corner with an ottoman. I can imagine myself snuggled up on that chair while working, or Jackson sitting in that chair naked while I sit on top of him riding his cock. That thought makes me shiver.

  He walks toward the closet and my eyes go back to the chair as I imagine us making love there. I’m still staring at the chair when he comes up behind me with some clothes to wear, he whispers into my ear, “Here, Babe. Bathroom’s through there. Come on out when you’re ready.”

  I rush into the bathroom and change into the shirt he gave me, sans bra. His shirt is soft and worn and smells just like Jackson—earthy, with a touch of cinnamon. I try to roll the boxer briefs up, but they refuse to stay on my hips. I decide to leave them on the counter along with the rest of my clothes and head towards his bed.

  He’s still not back yet, so I get the bed turned down and slowly slide into it. My eyes are just closing when I feel a dip in the mattress, and then Jackson snuggles into me from behind, maneuvering me so that his arm is under my neck. He brings his other arm cocooning me into his warmth and we fit so perfectly together it doesn’t feel real.