by Aja Cole
He comes around the car quickly, slamming my door shut too fast for me to do anything about it.
I stare at him, feeling fire rise in my veins because I hear the automatic lock.
“You…you asshole.” I throw my hands up. “Now my keys are locked in my goddamned car!”
To his credit, he looks remorseful for about half a second before determination settles into his face again.
“Perfect. Now you don’t have a choice but to stop overreacting.”
“Oh, is that what you think?”
“Just talk to me. What the hell are you talking about, the next shiny, new thing?”
I whirl around and head towards the house, stomping up the stairs and through his living room. Seeing what I came for, I grab the keys off the hook and watch realization dawn in his eyes.
“You’re not taking my jeep.”
“And why the fuck not? Your thoughtlessness means I can’t take my car, so I’m taking yours.” He blocks the doorway and I close my eyes, gritting my teeth. “If you don’t move your overgrown ass out of my way.”
“I don’t understand what’s so hard about just talking to me. After you tell me why you’re so mad, you can take my car. Just fucking talk to me.” He glares, and I grip the keys in my fist.
I don’t want to talk to him. I want to bask in all of this anger I’m feeling alone and not have to analyze it right now. I don’t react like this, I don’t react so, so…emotionally.
I don’t like it and I don’t want to feel it, so that means not hashing out why I feel so damned stupid right now.
But if it’ll get me out of here sooner, then I guess it’s my only choice right now. I drop the keys to the table and pull out a chair, sitting and crossing my legs.
“You want to talk? Fine. Let’s talk.”
He watches me suspiciously, but sits in the chair close to mine, pushing up the sleeves of his red henley.
I glance away from him because I’d rather not keep being reminded of how attractive he is.
Asshole.
“Okay, so…what did I say? What pissed you off so much? I mean, I knew you wouldn’t like that I’m considering something else, but I thought you’d at least understand.”
I widen my eyes. “Why would you think I’d understand? You thought I’d understand you backing out of a deal you begged me to support you on? The one you claimed meant so much to you that you needed to convince me to think differently about you. You thought I’d understand you getting another offer and immediately jumping ship after you damn near begged to keep it? Yeah. I understand. I understand that you can’t be trusted.”
He looks stunned at my words, shaking his head and running a hand over his face, silent.
“I….” He starts, giving a deep sigh. “I thought you’d understand because it’s a good, better move for my brand. You talked about how important yours is to you, and I thought you’d get that it’s just a damned good opportunity. I didn’t think of it how you’re thinking of it.”
“And that’s the problem.” I spread my arms wide. “You don’t think like me. That’s exactly why I like dealing with myself best, because adding in all this extra bullshit? It’s too much. You say all the pretty words, but when it comes down to it…you think about you.”
“And what’s wrong with that? Shit, maybe it’s better that I’m not involved with your company because then we keep us and work completely separate. There won’t be any overlap, and you can keep building your career and I’ll keep working on mine. We’ll just support each other. How is that not a good thing?”
He has a point, but I don’t exactly want to concede to him.
Shit, that’s childish.
I’m supposed to be straightforward, no-nonsense, always speaking my mind.
Goddammit, it takes everything in me to force the words past my lips.
“That…is a good point.” I dig my fingernails into my thigh because the words are so painful.
He looks shocked.
“What?”
I grind my teeth, repeating the words. “I said…you make a good point.”
“That…was a lot easier than I expected.” He says slowly. “What’s the catch?”
“The catch is that I’m going to walk out of here if you make me repeat it again.” I snap.
He puts his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I think two times is enough.” He peers at me, rubbing his facial hair. “So…does this mean you approve?”
“It means I reluctantly agree with your statement, but I’m still a little pissed off…and wondering how long it’ll be before another woman makes you an offer that looks good and you take her up on that too.” Saying those words makes me feel the weakest I ever have, but I haven’t gotten this far by lying to myself or others excessively and I’m not going to start now.
If it’s one thing I’ve always kept with me from my parents divorce, it’s that hiding your truth doesn’t do anything but put strain on you and those involved.
He grimaces and looks up in the air for a long moment, and I almost look up there to see if there are any answers waiting for me too.
Finally, he stands, holding out his arms.
“Come here.”
I look up at him from the chair, holding my place. I know that if I do, I’m taking a step back into the unknown. I’m saying that I’m willing to take the chance, willing to feel way more emotions than I ever have and more than I’m okay with.
I move to him, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. I turn my cheek and feel the pulsing of his heartbeat against me. I smell his fresh scent, feel his warmth, bask in the complete strength of his body. Eventually, I feel almost lethargic and a lot more relaxed.
I think I’m starting to really like these long hugs. They have quite the therapeutic effect.
“Why do you like hugging so much?” I mumble, my arms wrapping around his back.
“My parents are big huggers. The kids, each other, it’s just a good way to connect. To calm pissed off tigers too.”
“My dad left when he thought he found something better and it destroyed my mom for a little bit.” The words tumble from my lips.
“You never did tell me what led to their divorce.” He strokes my hair.
“My mom likes to say that he decided to downgrade to a more docile model. Really, I think they forced themselves together because they both wanted a child and their problems just couldn’t be ignored anymore. That, and you know, my father cheated with the woman that was coordinating their wedding anniversary party.”
“That’s shitty.” He strokes my hair and I nod against him.
“I agree.”
“Sienna…I don’t know how to reassure you the way you might need me to. All I can promise is that I won’t disrespect you like that and I won’t keep anything from you. We have to be a team, even if we play on much different fields.”
“I’m sorry for rushing out of here. I’m not used to feeling so many things, and it’s going to take some adjustment.” I rest my chin on him, staring at his lips then those blue eyes.
“I think we can both agree that we have things to work on. Let’s try to do it and have a little fun. Sound good?”
“Sounds good.” He pecks me on the lips softly and I raise up against him, deepening the kiss. It’s slow and meaningful, intoxicating.
It’s a promise.
I just hope that both of us can keep it.
Sienna
Jax gives me a tour of the rest of the house, after I make him play me a song on the piano.
He has a finished basement with a ping pong table that converts into a pool table, an ice hockey table, and a theater room. There’s a full bathroom and a lounge area too, and the backyard can be accessed by the double doors down there.
It’s a nice, big backyard. He tells me that it was a big part of why he bought the place, because he knew he wanted a place where he could have a lot of people over and there’d be plenty of room for a dog to run around or kids to play if
they visited.
The house has 5 bedrooms in total, one on the ground floor and the other 4 on the second floor. There are 4.5 bathrooms, with two of the rooms connected by one. He has a laundry room, plenty of storage space and closets, and a damned good decorator.
He swears he did most of the decorating work himself, but I don’t completely believe him.
“And this is my room, the master bedroom.” He opens the double doors, walking to the bathroom and widening that door.
“This bathroom looks like it walked straight out of a hotel.” I murmur, taking in the large space with massive double sinks, a large standing shower and a separate deep tub. “There’s so much counter space.” I run my hands over the marble countertop, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you live here alone.”
“Well, I host a lot of stuff during the offseason and family visits. I have a condo closer to the practice facility when I’m in season though.” We leave the bathroom and I take in the large walk in closet attached to the room. There’s a balcony up here too. “But yeah, I mean, family’s important to me so I bought the house with that in mind.”
“What if you switch teams?”
“Well then I’ll sell this and buy a house wherever I go, but I hope I get to call Atlanta home for a long time. This is my city, I can’t really see myself anywhere else.”
“I get that.” I crawl onto the middle of the bed, sitting cross legged. I switched to the clothes that were in my bag, some comfortable knit sweats and a tank top. “Nashville never really felt like home to me. It was just…where I lived.”
“Do you think Atlanta could feel like home to you?” He flops on the bed, propping his head up with his arm and playing with the string on my waistband.
“Maybe.” I look down at him. “I guess we’ll see.”
“Hm.” He says, still fiddling with the long string. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking right now?”
“What are you thinking right now, playboy?”
He rolls his eyes, but smirks. “I’m thinking that your skin is softer than these pants, and I’d much rather be feeling it than this fabric.”
“Hm, that’s an interesting thought process.”
“I thought it was.” He moves closer and presses a kiss to my thigh over the fabric, then to my side, then kisses his way up my arm until he’s sitting up and brushing his lips over my shoulder. I shudder when he uses his teeth to bite me, then soothes the spot with his tongue.
“Are you trying to seduce me into sleeping with you, Mr. Blake?”
“The last thing I want to do is sleep, Miss Davis.” The way his voice lowers when he’s aroused is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I used to laugh at my friends in college who talked about how wet a guys voice made them, but now I know, now I know.
“And what is it that you want to do?”
“I want to finally feel you sitting on my face. I want to feel your hands or mouth around my dick, or both, I’m not picky.” He rises on his knees, moving behind me and rubbing his stubbled jaw over the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder, voice husky and decadent. Making me squirm because I can picture everything he says, and I want it just as badly as he does. “I want to know what it feels like to be inside you, to watch your face and hear you moan my name the way I love to hear it off your lips. I want to feel you rippling over my cock when you come, and then I want to do it all over again.” He runs his hands over my breasts, down my abdomen, stopping at the waistband of my pants. “Is that enough information for you?” He nips my ear and my eyes nearly roll out of my head.
I rise on my knees too, and he yanks the waistband down, taking my panties with them. Together and wasting no time, we get all of our clothes off, tossing them and not caring where they land.
When I’m completely naked, I reach out a hand and place it on his muscled chest, trailing it down his abs until it brushes his hard cock. He looks fierce, proud and absolutely delicious.
“If I remember correctly, you said something about my hand or my mouth…” I breathe the words, excited to finally do this. We had the testing talk before we even did anything physical at all, so all I’m feeling now is complete and total anticipation.
“I did.” His voice is strangled, and I push him back, making him sit on the bed. I kneel between his spread knees and I can feel desire coursing through my body, making me feel powerful, sexy, wanted. “That look in your eyes,” He groans. “Fuck.”
I lay flat on the bed, and it’s so large that my feet don’t even dangle off the end. I start at his balls, licking and sucking the skin around them and rolling them in my hands. I’m not going for finesse here, I want him too much for slow and calculated.
This is all need.
I lick up the vein in the middle, lightly scoring it with my teeth, which earns me a few choice curse words. Like I’m licking my way to the center of a lollipop, I make sure I don’t miss an inch of his dick. Everything is wet and slippery when I’m through and I finally surround him with my mouth, feeling his hand fly to my head. He caresses my scalp and keeps a nice grip, moaning my name and I know exactly what he means now about loving the hear his name of my lips.
I don’t think I’ll get tired of hearing mine fall from his.
I try to do too much too soon and I gag a bit, making him pull me up some. “Easy tiger, use your hand.”
I do as instructed and wrap my hand around the remaining length, keeping it moving as I suck and lick the top, feeling his grip tighten in my hair and loving the way he’s throbbing in my mouth. It’s such an intoxicating feeling. Time passes and I don’t care, I just want him to feel as good as he makes me feel.
“I don’t want to come now, Sienna, let me come down a bit baby.” He croaks, and I pull off of him, sucking as I go. “Come here.” He growls, using his grip in my hair to drag me to him, devouring my lips and pressing his tongue to mine. I melt into his kiss and feel his fingers sliding against my wetness. I arch against them, gasping against his mouth, and he fucks me slowly with his fingers until I’m panting and dripping wet.
Pulling away and finally letting me take in air, he licks his fingers clean and my pussy clenches in response to the raw lust on his face. I might as well be a virgin because I know being with Jax will be like nothing I’ve experienced.
Reclining against the headboard, he produces a condom from I don’t know where and sheathes his cock. I move forward on my knees because I figure he wants me to be on top, but when I make it to the pillows, he slides all the way down so that I’m poised over his face.
Someone save me.
He must read the expression on my face because a wicked grin crosses his lips. “Oh yeah baby, you’re all mine now.” He holds my thighs down and eats me to his hearts content, making me drop my head back and brace a hand on the top of the headboard, my other hand pinching my nipple. This man gives me so much pleasure, it’s insane. He circles his tongue around my clit, over my lips, suckling and driving me mad. Everything blurs together and I cry his name, hunching over and dropping my hands to the bed, shaking over him.
Without pause, he slides up and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. I drop my chest to his, bracketing his head with my arms and stroking his forehead and hair lightly with my fingertips. He runs his sheathed erection up and down my slit to use my slickness as lube, and I’m squirming in anticipation. A shiver runs through my body as I lift a bit, his cock finding its place. I grind down onto him, breath shallow. I keep up the motion languorously, my clit getting all the action it needs against his pelvis. I can’t get enough. I sigh against his mouth, pressing short kisses to each of his lips.
He keeps one hand on my ass and trails another to the back of my neck, gripping it firmly and holding my mouth to his for a needy lip lock that steals the little breath I have left. My orgasm builds again and I keep the slow rhythm, squeezing my muscles with every down-stroke and reveling in the guttural sounds that leave his throat.
“Next, I want to lay you flat on the bed with this ass
presented to me. I’ll stroke into you all the way, making sure you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
Lord.
Our kiss is all consuming and heated. I don’t think our night is ending anytime soon, and I can’t wait.
Jaxon
“Things seem like they’re good with you two, considering you called me and sounded like you were about to have a breakdown the other night.” Chris brings me a beer to the grill and I take it, closing the top.
“Okay, I wasn’t about to have a breakdown. I just wanted to know how you tell Alena stuff that you know she won’t like.”
“Did the food work?”
“Yeah, until I told her the stuff she wouldn’t like. Then I might as well have made her a microwave meal.”
“Everything seemed fine at the parade and now, so something had to work.”
“Yeah, talking things out. Who knew? Well, more like, she almost ran me over with her car first then we talked.”
“Don’t listen to him. It’s not true.” I hear from behind me, and Alena and Sienna come up to us, each of them eating fruit kabobs and wearing Falcons sweatshirts. A few of the guys and their families are over, and we’re just enjoying the downtime.
Sienna seems to be getting along well with the other ladies, and I think she’s losing a bit of her prejudice against what the women are like. It’s probably a good thing that it’s the guys with slightly more tame lives and not the partiers who are still in their “One woman means one woman a week” phase.
I was once one of those poor, misguided souls.
“So you didn’t consider backing up anyway even though I was standing behind you?” I sip my beer and she drags a piece of pineapple from the stick way too slowly for company, holding my gaze.
Minx.
“Actually, I was going to try to maneuver in the grass, maybe scratch the stairs a bit. But I decided I care about my paint job too much.”
“What exactly went on here?” Alena raises an eyebrow.
“Do they know?” Sienna asks.
“Know what?” Chris questions, raising his arm and putting it around her as Alena comes and leans on him. I don’t know how she’s dealing with his excessive facial hair right now, it’s about 2 inches too long for comfort.
