Player in a Suit

by Alex Wolf

  I can’t get enough of her taste on my tongue. I want her coming every minute of the day. The more pleasure I bring her the more she seems to come back to life. It’s what she deserves. It’s what she’s always deserved.

  “I want you inside me.”

  I grin deviously. I used to love bringing her to the edge and letting her dangle before I’d allow her to come. I slide two fingers into her and curl them right up to her sweet spot.

  There is nothing that compares. Nothing better than seeing Jenna naked in my bed.

  Her warm skin pressing against mine. Her moaning my name over and over. I know sleeping with a married woman is wrong, but she was never his. Jenna Jacobi has always been mine.

  The urge to fuck her is too great and I replace my fingers with the head of my cock.

  She hasn’t been with anyone in a long time. It may hurt her.

  I ease into her even as her heels dig into my ass, trying to take me harder.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  Her body tenses as I push in farther, but she bites her bottom lip and shakes her head slightly. Her nails rake down my back.

  Fuck she feels good. Her pussy stretches to fit me perfectly, the same way it did when I took her virginity.

  I dip down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches her back up into me.

  “Fuck me. I want it.” Her nails dig harder into my back.

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you.” I push deeper, vowing to myself that I’m going to love her. I’m going to cherish Jenna. This is our second chance and I won’t screw it up this time around. “Every goddamn day.” I shove into her harder.

  “Oh my God.”

  I brush her hair back from her face and look her in the eye. “Are you on the pill?”

  “No. I was on the shot for years but stopped taking it.”

  “Good.” I growl the word with a desire I’ve never felt before and plow into her. I want to tie her to me in every way possible. It may sound crazy and unhinged, but I don’t give one single fuck. I want everything I thought was lost. I know I said she needed time and space to heal after the hell she’s been through, but I want to be that for her. We’ve lost enough time already. I’m going to give Jenna the world.

  I want my kid inside of her. I want what Weston has with Brooke and what Brodie found with April. I had it before all of them and lost it. We rarely get second chances at something amazing in life, and I’m not going to fuck it up again.

  She sucks my thumb into her mouth as I stare deep into her eyes.

  I’m going to fuck her every way possible for the rest of her life, but right now, it’s the most emotional sex I’ve ever had in my life. Shifting my hips, I thrust slowly, wanting to savor every second I’m inside her. Show her how much I love her with every thrust. It’s like we’re one person, completely joined, and I don’t want us to ever be apart.

  Jenna’s so damn beautiful. I can’t stop staring as I quicken my pace.

  She moans beneath me.

  I lean down to her ear and whisper, “Come on my cock, Jenna.”

  She tightens around me and nods.

  The harder I thrust, the more unraveled we both become. Before long I’m pistoning in and out of her and she’s crying out my name over and over. When she clamps down on my cock I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust to the hilt so hard it slams the headboard up against the wall and knocks down a picture. I keep my cock buried and blow in the depths of her. Wave after wave I thrust a little harder with each one, completely claiming her pussy, marking her as mine.

  I stay inside her until I’m satisfied she took every single drop, and I hope she gets pregnant immediately.

  Rolling off her, I put a hand on each of her thighs and keep her ass tilted up.

  “What are you doing?” She has a bewildered look on her face.

  I look at her pussy and there’s a small amount of my come trying to make its way out. I push it back inside with one of my fingers.

  “Marking you as mine.” I grin. “Putting my baby in you.”

  “Jax…”

  “Things will be different this time around.”

  Jenna

  I’ve been in Jax’s bed all morning. It all seems too good to be true. I know I should probably get my phone out of my purse and charge it. I’m sure someone has contacted Leonard about the fire.

  I can’t move, though.

  Right now, I’m in the arms of the man I’ve always loved, and I just don’t care. Maybe it’s because I know when I get up I have to get back to the real world. To my real problems.

  Jaxson wants to build a life with me. He looks dead serious every time he talks about it.

  The life we were meant to have.

  I want nothing more than for that to happen. I mean, the man is determined to put a baby in me. We’ve made love twice today. At first, I thought he was being silly, but he really is adamant about making it happen.

  I can’t tell if we’re both still crazy in love, or just crazy. Maybe both.

  His phone rings and wakes him up from a nap.

  I sit back against the headboard and ogle his back and ass as he bends down to answer it.

  I want to pinch myself, because this is all too good to be true.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed he swipes his finger across the screen.

  “Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

  “Everything okay?”

  “No. I mean, umm, yeah. I gotta go to the hospital. My friend, one of the partners at the firm—they’re having a baby.”

  “So go. I’ll be here when you get back.” I try to hide my disappointment that he has to leave. I keep forgetting that he has a life I know nothing about.

  “I’m not going without you.”

  “I don’t have anything to wear.” I drop the sheet revealing my naked torso.

  He moves toward me. “Don’t tease me like that.”

  “I’m being serious. My clothes are in the washer at the other apartment.”

  Jaxson doesn’t say anything else. He puts his phone to his ear and starts barking orders at someone and says something about half an hour.

  I sit there and stare at him, partially in shock. He must have more money than I thought. Not that it matters. It doesn’t. I just want him.

  Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on the door and a man wearing a suit enters. He’s armed with several bags of clothes.

  I shake my head at Jax. “What’d you do? This is too much. Way too much.”

  He grabs one of my forearms and pulls me close to him. “I told you. I will take care of you.”

  I know he will do what he says. I just want him to be mine.

  My man.

  I go over to the other apartment to grab my makeup from my purse, so I don’t look like crap the first time I meet his friends. What will they think of me? Will they accept me? Will they think I’m a terrible person or a whore because I’m technically still married?

  It was a marriage I never wanted. That has to count for something.

  I plug my phone in to charge while we’re gone. With my makeup on I feel more human and not so washed out.

  I want to make a good impression, so I wear a green dress and a pair of black heels.

  The green looks great against my hair color. Jax has always loved me in green.

  “You ready?” He pokes his head through the bathroom door.

  “Yeah.” I let out a breath and pray this goes well.

  His friends sound important to him so that makes them important to me. The man who brought my clothes drives us to the hospital.

  Jaxson’s hand grips my thigh possessively, and his fingers inch up under the hem of my dress. When he realizes I’m not wearing panties a low growl catches in his throat. “Jenna….” His tone is a warning as he slips a finger inside me.

  I gasp.

  “Do you know how crazy you make me? Then you pull some shit like this?”

  “I didn’t have any.”

  He pumps his finger
faster and my breath hitches. I’m sore from earlier but it’s a good ache to have. One I’ve missed.

  “We’ll have to talk about your punishment, later.” He has a devilish grin on his face.

  My nipples go hard, and he stares down at them.

  “No bra either?”

  I shake my head.

  The car comes to a stop and Jax rolls down the dividing window between us and the driver. “Get out.” He practically barks it at the guy.

  The driver exits the car without even glancing back at us.

  My eyes widen at Jax. “That was rude.”

  “I don’t give a flying fuck. I need to be inside you right now.”

  I can’t help but chuckle at what must be a joke. “Here? Are you crazy?”

  “Crazy about you.” He pulls his finger from my pussy and takes it to his mouth, licking it clean. “Tastes like someone is a little crazy about me too.” He pushes the skirt of my dress up over my hips and undoes his zipper, then yanks me onto his lap. “Put that cock inside you and ride it.”

  He’s so much more demanding than I remember, and there’s something insanely hot about it.

  Straddling his thighs, I sink down and grind on his cock, loving the way it fills me. As hard as I’m rocking against him the car has to be visibly shaking from the outside.

  “That’s it. Ride that dick.” His hand snakes up the front of my dress to palm my breast.

  I whimper a little when he tweaks my nipple. He grins at my reaction and follows suit on my other breast. His lips sear the skin on my neck as he trails kiss after kiss until he reaches my mouth.

  His tongue brushes against mine and I moan into his mouth.

  He knows he owns me. He has to. I’m banging him in the parking lot of the hospital and I’m so lost in him I don’t even care.

  It doesn’t take long for me to find my release. Right when I do it must be too much for Jax to bear. His cock kicks inside me and hot spurts of come fill me to the brim. He grunts a few times and then holds me in place, refusing to let me move an inch until he finishes.

  His lips brush over mine once more. “I love you.”

  Jaxson

  Walking into hospital—Jenna on my arm, my come deep inside of her—it’s perfect. All eyes in the hallway turn to us as we approach. There isn’t time for introductions as Brodie brings his kid out and hands him over to Weston. Maxwell gives us an odd look, but I brush it off. I don’t need him giving me shit. Not today.

  I only plan to stay for a few minutes to avoid any awkward conversations. I know Weston has mixed feelings about the situation, but I’m seeing this through. I’m never letting Jenna get away again.

  She is it for me.

  We all make our rounds doting over the new baby. His face is red and his head is surprisingly round for a new baby, but he’s perfect.

  I glance over to Maxwell. “Claire get you her resume?”

  “Yeah, not that I needed it. She’s hired.”

  “As an employee. That’s it.” I raise an eyebrow.

  He holds up his hands but grins at the same time. “I know.”

  “I’m not joking, bitch.”

  Brooke shoots me a glare as if to say, language, bitch.

  I hold up two hands at her. “Sorry.” I pat little Charlie on the head softly. “Sorry, little buddy.”

  Maxwell flips me the bird when nobody is looking.

  I say my goodbyes after a brief introduction of Jenna to everyone.

  Weston approaches us as we make our exit. Shit. I don’t want to hear one of his lectures right now, especially in front of Jenna, and he’s notoriously blunt.

  “Gonna grab dinner. Join us?” Judging by his expression and his cold tone he isn’t really asking.

  I give Jenna a quick glance. “Hungry?”

  “Whatever you want to do, but I am pretty hungry. We didn’t have lunch.”

  I turn to Weston. “Where?”

  I don’t want to go. I want to take Jenna home, but she’s hungry and I don’t need Weston giving me a bunch of shit. It’ll be easier to just do this and be done with it.

  “Milago’s?”

  “Pizza?”

  “Brooke’s been craving one of their deep dishes.”

  I don’t miss the look Brooke gives him and I have to wonder if there’s something they aren’t saying.

  “Sounds good.”

  “We’ll meet you there.” He looks at Jenna. “Nice meeting you. See you soon.”

  “Nice to meet you both.”

  Brooke and Weston beat us to the restaurant and already have a table. Weston already ordered me a beer and a water for Jenna.

  “We weren’t properly introduced back there. I’m Weston and this is my wife, Brooke.”

  “Jenna.” She accepts his offered hand.

  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who crushed this guy.”

  “Hey.” I give him a stern look.

  “Take it easy.” He takes a sip of his beer, grinning the whole time.

  “Are you guys a thing?” Brooke turns to Weston. “I thought you said she was a client?”

  “It’s complicated.” I need to change the subject. “You guys order yet?”

  Jenna squeezes my hand under the table. Her fingers spider-walk toward my cock and I let out a cough when she then squeezes.

  “Waiting for you guys. So, Jenna, what do you do?” Brooke looks like she’s happy I finally have a woman she gets to talk to.

  “Unemployed at the moment. It’s complicated.”

  Weston raises an eyebrow at me when he hears ‘complicated’ and I flash him a stare that says don’t.

  Jenna continues stroking my cock and doesn’t miss a beat on the conversation. “I’m hoping to revive a charity my mom ran. It was called Walker’s Hope. It focused on abused horses.”

  “The ranch would be a perfect location for that.” My words come out funny, probably because I’m getting a fucking handy under the table.

  It’s amazing and at the same time surprising. Jenna was always more of a good girl when we were younger. It’s nice knowing she wants me so bad she can’t wait until we get home.

  “I have to deal with, umm, insurance and all that stuff first.”

  Brooke is shaking like she can’t wait to get a word in. “I have an amazing idea. I work for a nonprofit too. I handle legal cases for abused women. Anyway, if you started the foundation again, maybe we could work together with some of the women looking to get back on their feet.”

  And just like that the two of them are off in their own conversation. Jenna’s hand leaves my cock and I glare at Brooke, even though she has no idea what she’s done. I turn to Weston. Great. No handjob and I get to talk to his ass.

  Weston loosens up once the food comes, and I can see that Jenna is growing on him. I knew she would. Jenna is amazing. The more her and Brooke talk animatedly about their big plans to get her foundation running again the more Weston begins to smile.

  They eventually go off to the bathroom together like women do. I don’t know what it is about them traveling in packs, but it never fails.

  Weston immediately stares at me when they’re out of sight. “Okay, I like her. She’s nice and ambitious and my wife loves her. I can tell you two are still insane about each other. It’s a little disgusting.” He grins. “I just don’t want to see you get fucked in all of this.”

  “I love her, man. I know it may sound crazy because she only came back into my life a few days ago but she’s always been the one.”

  He shakes his head, grinning his ass off. “Kryptonite pussy.”

  “Exactly.” I hold up my beer and we clink the glasses together. I grin, and my mind immediately goes back to thinking about fucking her. I’ll have to get her home soon before my cock explodes from her stroking me under the table.

  We part ways after Brooke devours a piece of chocolate cake. I’m almost certain she’s pregnant but I don’t press the matter. They’ll announce it when they’re ready. Maybe they don’t wan
t to steal Brodie’s spotlight with the birth of his son.

  When we get back to my place Jenna’s cell phone keeps vibrating on the countertop in the kitchen.

  She picks it up and her face turns pale as a ghost.

  My hands ball into fists at my sides. I’m pretty sure it’s him.

  “Leonard?”

  She nods. “Voicemails.”

  I hold my hand out. “Give me the phone.”

  She shakes her head. “I need to handle this.”

  “I’m your attorney. It’s my job to handle it. You’re not speaking to him.” The thought of her calling him has rage coursing through my blood. I’ll rip that motherfucker’s balls off and shove them down his goddamn throat.

  I hold out my hand. “I want to hear the messages. We need to record them for evidence.”

  The voicemails start to play.

  “My account is empty I need you to wire more money.”

  “Where the fuck are you? I have been calling all morning. Pick up the phone.”

  “Goddamn it! You better have some fucking money waiting when I get back to Texas.”

  “You better pray you’re dead from that fire. Tony just called.”

  “I just got in town. Pick me up at the airport.”

  “The hospital says you were released. You fucking cunt. Wait until I find you.”

  My fingers grip the phone tighter with each message, and my jaw clenches so hard I think my teeth might shatter. I set the phone down and try to push the rage deep down, but I can’t.

  I punch the fucking wall so hard it puts a hole in the drywall.

  Jenna jumps back and covers her mouth.

  Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that in front of her. But she’s not going anywhere near that guy.

  I turn to her slowly and my face has to be blood-red. “Sorry you had to see that.”

  “I’m just, umm, afraid to ask what he said.”

  “I’m sure you have a pretty good idea.”

  She turns and looks out the window, almost like she’s terrified to go outside again. I can’t believe she’s had to live like this for so long. For a fucking decade. What makes some men think it’s okay to beat and terrorize their spouse? Prison is too good for this motherfucker.