by Tory Baker
“Sleep, Lynn,” he tells me as he kisses my neck. I slowly drift off to sleep, praying this isn’t a hoax or a dream.
4
Jackson
I slowly drift awake and lay here with Lynn in my arms. I’m at peace, and I want to wake up like this, every damned day, for the rest of my life. Lynn is what I want. I want to come home from work and see her in my home—knowing that it’s our home. I don’t care if she’s watching television or working at the kitchen island bent over and pouring into her work on her next magazine article.
I can’t help but let my hands glide up and down her leg, I slowly move it up towards her thigh, happy to discover that she’s only wearing panties. I continue torturing myself with her soft skin. Her legs are athletic from all the running she’s always done and still continues to do. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me while I’m slowly fucking my cock into her or up against a wall, because we can’t keep our hands off of each other long enough to get to the bed.
She moans so low, I can barely hear her. She wiggles her ass back into me and my cock is instantly at full mast. It’ll be weeping pre-cum by the time she actually wakes up.
“Mmmm. Jackson, don’t stop.” She murmurs aloud. I flip her to her back, awake or not, I know I have to see her fly apart for me. Lynn stares up at me, her eyes full of sexy slumber. Those lips of hers slowly move into a smile as she whispers, “If I’m dreaming don’t wake me up.”
“Not a dream, Babe,” I growl, as I slide between her legs and slowly grind my cock against her pussy. She’s dripping wet. I want her so much that my balls hurt because they’re so full of cum—cum I want to give to her. All for her.
“Jackson, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she whispers, while looking into my eyes. Fuck, she has no idea how impossible it’d be for me to stop. I’ve wanted her too long, needed her for way too long and now, finally, I’m getting exactly what I want.
I rip her panties off and push my briefs down. I can’t wait any longer.
“I’m not taking you yet. When I finally claim you, I want to take my time with you. When it happens, Lynn, it will happen when you’re certain that you want to be mine—for-fucking-ever. Once I have you there’s no going back. I won’t give you up, you’ll be mine.
“Jackson,” she gasps.
“For now, I’m going to make both of us cum,” I grumble out. I slide my cock between her pussy lips, pressing my shaft tight against her pussy, but not seeking to enter. It’s hell, but at the same time it’s pure fucking heaven. She starts to get into the rhythm, helping my cock to slide back and forth against her clit and grinding against my shaft.
I pull her shirt up to see her tits bouncing back and forth. They are firm, but still move and I have to bring my lips down toward her nipples. I need to taste them. I suck and pull on one and then the other as she screams out, “Jackson!” I lean back up and watch as her orgasm takes over her body. I take my cock in my hand then, and move up and down on my shaft, holding it tight, her sweet pussy juices making my hand glide easily. I pump myself over her and then detonate all over her gorgeous body. I paint her with strand after strand of my cum and I fucking love the fact that I’ve marked her.
“Lynnie,” I groan out, as my body finally falls down beside her and I bring her closer to me, not wanting to let her go for one second.
“Jackson, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” she whispers into my ear.
“You keep that up, Babe and we’ll be going for round two and this time I won’t just come on your body, I’ll come in that pretty pink pussy,” I grumble before I take her mouth with mine. Her hands dive into my hair and it feels so damn good, I vow never to cut it short again.
We slowly part and I’m up and in the bathroom grabbing a wash-cloth, making sure it’s warm, and bringing it back to bed. I roll her onto her back and slowly spread her legs. She’s flushed and I’m not sure if it’s from embarrassment or the orgasm I just gave her. “Spread, Babe. Let me take care of you.”
She finally does and I slowly wipe up my cum from her stomach all the way down to her pussy. I lean down and slowly give her clit a lick. Knowing if I keep licking her, I’ll not get out of this bed for days.
“Mmmm,” I hear from Lynn just as I give her clit one last lick. I finish cleaning myself off and throw the washcloth towards the bathroom and bring her up into my arms.
“Told you this wasn’t a fucking dream. I want you, Lynn. Every hour of every day. I. Want. You.”
We get up and she slowly rights my tee shirt she’s wearing.
“Uhh, Jackson? We should probably talk about all of this.”
“Yea, Babe. We will, but first let’s move this to the living room before I fuck you ten ways to Sunday.”
I get up and dress in a pair of sweatpants and watch her search for her panties. At one point she’s bent over searching beneath the bed and just the sight of her pussy all puffy and wet has me rethinking this whole talking in the living room thing. I’d much rather take her back to bed.
I finally go up behind her and slap her ass while she’s still bent over. “What the hell, Jackson!” she huffs out, and I laugh. She may sound like she’s upset, but she’s not. She’s grinning from ear to ear
“Come on, Babe. Those panties are ruined anyways.” Not telling her I stole them to keep on nights when she’s on a plane or I’m away with the team. I already know they’ll be wrapped around my cock as a jerk off to thoughts of her.
“But, Jackson! I can’t be sitting on the furniture without panties on.” She exclaims.
“Who said you’ll be sitting anywhere except my lap.”
“We’ll never talk at that point. Not with your nine-inch cock playing peek a boo,” she mutters under her breath.
“All that sass. Are you going to make me spank that ass again?” I question. Just when I think she may be turned off, I look into her heated eyes. I’ve definitely met my match.
5
Lynn
We finally make it to the living room and just like he said, I’m in his lap. My legs are sideways and are firmly shut, as much as I want him inside me. I know we have to talk.
“I want this, I want you. Hell, I’ve wanted you in my life for a while now Lynn. We’re going to make it happen no matter what.” He tells me in a hushed voice.
I’m in a state of shock.
“Wait. You want me?” I question as I point to myself. I did mention, I was in shock, right? I mean, my heart is beating a million miles an hour thinking about how he wants me. It’s a dream come true. After all this time Jackson Terry wants me. He really wants me.
“Babe, wanted you for years, not gonna let anything stop me now and that includes your brother.” He growls his words out, and it makes butterflies in my stomach.
I lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, I hate seeing him frown. Maybe he thinks I’ll protest this new found relationship, but there’s no way. I’ve wanted him for years. He moves his lips to mine and before I know it, I’m flipped to my back and both of my legs are open for him to move between. He grinds down on me and I can’t help but whimper out, wanting and needing more all at the same time.
“Jackson, please, more.” Bringing my hips into action along with his. He slowly breaks his lips away from mine and brings them down towards my ear and whispers as he grinds down on me “This pussy was meant to be mine, gonna claim it, make it only want my cock, and gonna put my baby in it too.” I curse the fact that he’s not inside of me, but the way he’s grinding down on my sensitive pussy, and his words all slam into me at the same time and I come hard. As I give into my climax, I do it calling out his name.
For a while my circuits are fried, but eventually I come back to myself and realize there are still things we should discuss—before I demand he stop teasing me and give me his cock.
“We have to talk this through, Jackson. I want you. I truly do, but we do have to talk about my brother. He’s going to hate us together and he’ll hate yo
u too. I can’t have him hating you, not when I finally have you in my life.” I rush out.
“I don’t want you worrying about that Lynnie,” he says slipping into my nickname again—the one only he ever used. “I’ll handle Mike.”
“But, Jackson. We both know my brother is a hot head. He’s going to fly off the handle and with my work schedule and your season with baseball, I just don’t want to waste what time I have dealing with my brother, when I could spend it with you instead. Can’t we keep this quiet for just a little bit longer and relish the newness of us?”
“Babe, I’m thirty-fucking-two. I’m not going to hide us, like we’re some dirty little secret,” he grumbles aloud. “I want to build a family with you,” he adds and my heart flips inside my chest.
“We’re not a dirty secret, Jackson. It’s not that at all. I just want this to be us. Just for a while, less than a month even. Can we please do that?” I all but beg.
“Yea, Babe, but only for a month. I want the world to know that you’re my girl. I’ll give you a month, but soon as this season is over, you and I are making plans. Big plans.”
“I can’t wait to see what big plans you have,” I joke with a giggle and an over exaggerated wink.
6
Jackson
We get up from the couch when her phone chirps and a moment later she’s saying “Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.” I can’t help but grin. Lynn has always said the most off the wall things. This is just one of many. I wait for her to stop mumbling under her breath.
“Babe?” I question, when she says nothing further.
She looks up to me with a hint of sadness. “I have to go, I have another assignment, this one is taking me to California and I’m not sure how long it’ll take. I hate this, Jackson,” she responds and starts pacing back and forth. “I just got you in my life and now I have to leave.”
Her words solidify everything for me. She wants this just as bad as me. I’ll find a way to make it work. I walk up to her and take her hands out of her hair and stop her pacing.
“Lynnie, we’ll get through this. I have some down time coming up in between training and we’ll both make it back and forth. We’ve got this.” I envelope her into my arms and hear her sigh right before her arms come around me. She holds me tight, as if I’m her life line. Little does she know, she’s mine too. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I’ll take you back to the hotel and then to the airport,” I murmur, as we walk back towards my room.
“Okay, Jax,” she whimpers, not letting me go for even a minute.
We make it back into my room, she goes into the bathroom to change, and I head into the closet to grab some jeans, a shirt, and shoes.
When Lynn comes out she’s grumbling “I can’t believe my panties are ruined, we all know they aren’t ruined, he probably hid them from me.”
I chuckle loudly and she turns around. I’m putting on my jeans, and she gasps when she sees my still hard cock. “What babe? Don’t like that I’m keeping something of yours?”
“Well if that’s how we’re playing it, I’m taking your shirt.” She says as she stuffs it into her bag, a bag that’s big enough to hold the kitchen sink. Let alone her laptop, phone, notebook, and now my shirt. Jesus if she packs this kind of stuff just to go to work, I hate to see how much luggage she takes on a trip. The thought makes me grin and I look up to see her smiling at me too. We’re both in deep, and I for one am glad that Lynn wants something of mine, too. I hate to let her go, but I feel better knowing she has something. Hopefully she’ll sleep in it every night and wish I was in bed beside her.
We both finish getting ready, and make our way to her hotel room. It’s bittersweet knowing I just got Lynn and she’s already having to leave. I figured we’d at least have a couple of days together before work called us both away. I know one thing for certain, I’ll do whatever I need to do to make us work.
Hustling into the elevator, I follow her and try not to drool over her ass, it takes all my willpower not to push her up against the elevator door and slide my cock inside her, especially knowing she’s not wearing any panties underneath her tight skirt. Lynn whirls around and pins me with her stare and waves her finger, while smirking at me at the same time.
“Jackson, no, no, no. We’ll get arrested. You’ll be on television and we’ll both have no careers.” She’s laughing as she says it and I love the look on her face. Happiness. I’m making her happy.
“Know that, Babe. Doesn’t mean I can’t have dirty thoughts about my girl,” I reply with a wink.
No sooner, are we in her hotel room is she already packed and ready to go. I guess that happens when you steal her away before she even gets to settle in.
“I’m ready, Jax,” she whispers and fuck if my stomach doesn’t tighten. I don’t want to let her go—even if I have to.
“Let’s roll, Babe,” I whisper with a sigh.
7
Lynn
I didn’t know saying goodbye would be so hard, now that I finally have Jackson in my life, I’m rethinking all of this travel stuff for work. He makes me want to settle, to have a place I can call home besides a hotel room.
“Goodbye, Jax,” I whisper, then I kiss him soundly, before he can keep me there and see the tears starting to well in my eyes.
“Not goodbye, Baby. Just a see you later,” he replies. He wanted to walk me to the gate, but I barely have enough time to get there as it is and a lengthy goodbye will only make me that much later.
“See you soon, Jax,” I call out over my shoulder as I sprint towards my flight.
I’m finally seated on the plane and go to grab my laptop out of my bag to do some research for my next assignment. I’m already praying I can get away for a couple of days or maybe Jackson can meet me out in Napa. When I go to grab my mouse a note falls out. Tears gather in my eyes when I realize it’s in Jackson’s scrawl.
Babe, counting down the days until you’re in my arms again.
Jackson
This makes me want to run back into his arms and never leave. Jackson is steadily becoming my safe place to land, my rock, and my home and all in a short amount of time.
Knowing I have to be prepared as soon as I land, I start to get my research ready and delve into what the magazine is looking for in this next article. This one is for traveling and finding that perfect spot to visit within the heart of Napa, beautiful wine country. I only wish that Jackson was going to be there too. It would make it easier to enjoy all the beauty it holds.
I’ve barely made it to my hotel room, when I grab my phone and call Jackson. I’m going to be covered up for the next two weeks and I don’t know how I’ll make it. I already miss him so deeply that it’s painful.
“Hey, Babe.”
“Hey, handsome. Just letting you know I made it in and I think I’m going to collapse until morning before I have to start touring the country side and tasting wine.”
“Wish I were with you, won’t be too much longer and I’ll get a few days off and I’ll head to where you are.” His voice is gruff, a graveled edge to it that’s enough to have me pressing my legs together and thinking about all the things he whispered into my ear.
“I can’t wait for that either.” I whisper into the phone.
“Hate to let you go, Lynn but I have to get to the stadium for training. I’ll call you later.”
“K, Jax. Talk to you soon.”
“Miss you, Babe.”
“Miss you too.” Then he hangs up, he really doesn’t like goodbyes and I understand his way of thinking, because right now, I wish we weren’t all these miles apart.
8
Jackson
I walk into the training facility to start more of the strength training on my fucking shoulder. As much as I hate to say it, my pitching career may be over after this season. I know I told Lynn it would be a killer season and my shoulder was doing better, but the truth of the matter is, it’s not. The tendons aren’t staying loose and it’s causing pain in my rotator cuff. No matter
how much physical therapy I do, it’s still fucking tight and aches after every game.
“Yo, Jackson, come in here for a minute,” I hear Coach yell out. I make my way towards him and take a seat in front of his desk.
“What’s up?” I ask. Usually getting called into his office is not a good thing.
“Yea, change in plans. We’re not starting you on the next game. I’m going to bring you in towards the end. I know it’s the giant elephant in the room, but it may be time to give your shoulder a break before it gets too late in the season.”
“Not something I really wanted to hear, but I knew it was a matter of time. Won’t be long now until I’ll be out on my ass.”
Being thirty-two and a pitcher at that, it burns my ass to know some young hot shot is after my career. In the same sense, I’ve been a pitcher since high school, all the way through college, and now the pros. I can see a retirement in my future. Maybe I’ll go on the road with Lynn for a little while, marry her, and practice the fuck out of getting her pregnant.
“I know, son. I know, but we’ll get through this season and then see how things go. You may want to think about retiring before completely screwing up your whole shoulder and having nothing left inside.”
“Yea,” I mutter, already way ahead of him. “I guess I’ll go get ready for some torture then. Listen, the reporter that was in here yesterday. Lynn Montgomery?” I ask Coach.
