by K. Webster
“Well, Brayden and I had kind of mended our relationship, happy to be just friends. He took me home and one thing led to another and we kissed.” I left out the details because the frown on his face already told me he didn’t like where this was going.
“Once Bray and I realized we were better as friends and that the kiss was a mistake, we hugged. Well Mr. Sometimes Hot and Sometimes Cold decided to walk in during that moment. I’m not going to lie, it looked pretty bad even though it wasn’t. He stormed off and left me.”
Dr. Sweeney continued to write in the notebook. At this rate, he’d have enough material for a novel. I wondered if he would use my real name or give me an alias. Maybe Jennifer Lawrence would play me in the movie. He cleared his throat, pulling me from my thoughts.
“This morning I decided I would get him back. I went into his office, and just when I thought we would be able to fix things for good, he turned back into his cold self, pushing me away for the final time. I told him I quit. So now I’m officially unemployed too.”
His jaw dropped as he tried to find words to say but was interrupted when his secretary peeked her head in the door.
“I’m so sorry Dr. Sweeney, but one of your patients is here demanding to see you. He says it’s an emergency.”
“Carla, tell him I’ll be right there.”
She scurried back out of the office to pass on the message.
“Andi, I am so sorry. Sit tight while I go deal with this. I’m going to calm him down and reschedule him for after your appointment. He can wait twenty more minutes.” He excused himself and stepped out of the office.
Hopefully Pepper will feel like going out tonight. I needed to force my mind to think about something other than the drama of Jackson.
Suddenly I heard shouting on the other side of the door. I scampered over to it to eavesdrop.
“I fucked up, Doc. She’s gone for good. The one fucking thing I did right was get her to care for me but I went off and ruined it. I’m falling for her, Doc, but it’s too late. You should have seen the look of horror on her face when I dismissed her. I fucking died inside but was too much of a coward to do anything about it.”
Holy shit. The crazy patient was Jackson. I didn’t even feel guilty a bit at eavesdropping because he was pouring out his heart about me. It was something he hadn’t been able to do with me but my heart swelled at his words. He truly did care for me. It was all an act to protect his own heart.
“When I caught my own father fucking my wife in our bed, I fucking lost it. I vowed I would never open up to anyone again. Two people that I loved the fucking most had betrayed me. When this girl came along, she rocked my damn world. Everything I had trained myself to believe, she tested. She was changing me and it pissed me off. I don’t deserve to be with someone like her. I’m a fucking murderer!”
What the hell? He was making absolutely no sense. Dr. Sweeney was talking in calm tones so I couldn’t make out what he was saying back to Jackson. A murderer?
“I did murder him! I might not have pulled the trigger but it was because of me. If you had only heard the slew of terrible things I said to him, you would know that I forced him to believe those things that made him kill himself. I fucking hate him for sleeping with my wife. I fucking hate Nadia for sleeping with my father. I fucking hate him for taking his life. I fucking hate myself for being so damn stupid. What do I do, Doc? How do I get out of my own fucking head so that I can be happy for once in my miserable life?”
Wow. Jackson had said more stuff in the last five minutes than the entire time I had known him. After hearing him pour his guts out, I realized that he had only been pushing me away because I had been able to put a chink in his armor. He was protecting himself. Too bad for him, I’m a persistent bitch.
I opened the door and Jackson’s jaw dropped when he saw me standing there. “You don’t have to get out of your head. You just have to let me in,” I explained, smiling hesitantly. His armor dropped, and I saw the vulnerable soul that had briefly showed itself over the course of our time together.
Decision passed over his face and he strode over to me, pulling me into his arms. His lips met mine and he kissed me tenderly. I snaked my arms around his neck. Our kiss would have lasted longer but the clearing of Dr. Sweeney’s throat snapped us out of our trance.
“Come in the office. The three of us have discussing to do,” Dr. Sweeney groaned as he shook his head, walking past us.
Jackson grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. We sat side by side on the sofa, hands locked together.
“You both are dealing with some things in your life that make you fragile and vulnerable. The two of you can either be a tremendous healer to the other or a knife in the wound. It is critical that you choose to be healers.”
We both nodded and Jackson squeezed my hand.
“Your homework—” Dr. Sweeney began.
I groaned while Jackson muttered, “I hate this fucking shit.”
Dr. Sweeney continued, ignoring Jackson’s comment, “Your homework is to find things you both have in common besides sex. I want you guys to discover something you can do together. Jackson, I want you to work on telling Andi new things about yourself. Even things as inconsequential as your favorite color or stories from your childhood will help her develop trust in you. Andi, I want you to continue to build a friendship with Bray that is a healthy one. This will mean effort on your part, Jackson, to befriend him as well. Andi, I also want you to be open with Jackson and let him know when you feel like he’s putting distance between the two of you. Together, you guys can make this work, but it will take a lot of effort on both your parts. You guys have had your hearts torn from your chests and are still surviving. Now get out of here. I’ll see you both together same time next week. I’m going to lunch.”
With that, he stood and left us holding hands on the couch.
“I’m sorry for being such an ass,” he apologized, his free hand cupping my cheek.
“I forgive you,” I winked.
He jumped away from me and strode over to the door, turning the lock. The grin he gave me was one of his mischievous, boyish ones.
“I should have done this when you came into my office this morning.” He walked over to me and gently pushed me down onto the couch. His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress to my hips. I arched my back at his sensual touch. He growled when he became aware of my lack of panties.
I laughed at his animalistic sound but quickly cried out when his mouth devoured my wet pussy. My bodily involuntarily bucked against his mouth as he licked and sucked furiously between my folds. I came quickly this way and shuddered as my orgasm shocked its way through my body. When I finally relaxed, he pulled away, chuckling.
“Is it safe to say I drive you just as crazy as you drive me?” he asked.
“You just gave me oral sex in our shrink’s office. I think it’s safe to assume we’re on the same level of crazy.”
“Well, babe, things are about to get a little more crazy because I’m not finished with you.” We christened the Dr. Sweeney’s couch and it was fucking amazing.
Jackson’s dark days…
Nadia has been so distant lately. I know she wants a baby, but damn, we don’t have time for it. Jordan and I are trying to learn the ropes of Dad’s company. Dad’s been so fucking insistent lately that we learn all of the ins and outs. He’s been working us to the bone. My relationship with Nadia has suffered because of it.
I was supposed to be meeting with one of Dad’s big clients. He was having dinner with Mom tonight, so he asked me to handle it for him. When the client rescheduled, I decided to take opportunity to surprise Nadia. I already made reservations to the fanciest restaurant in town. I just have to go pick her up so we can get there by seven.
She’s going to be surprised to see me home so early. I’m really making an effort to work on our relationship. In fact, tonight I’m going to tell her that we should try for a baby. We’ll start tonight. Hell, we might start before dinner.
When
I step into our loft, I hear her soft voice in the bedroom. It sounds like she is pleasuring herself with her vibrator. I’m ashamed at how much she’s had to use the damn thing because of my work schedule. Her moans have my dick hardening in my pants. Whatever little fantasy she’s having right now will soon be interrupted.
Before I enter the room, I rip off my jacket and shirt. Walking in, I start unbuttoning my pants. “Babe, let’s make a fucking baby,” I say smugly, looking up for her reaction.
Seconds tick by as I take in the scene. My wife is being plowed by some asshole. She screams when she sees me standing there. Running over to them, I rip him off of her and punch him in the face. I punch my father in his face. Fuck. MY. FUCKING. FATHER.
“Is Jordan pissed that we both took today off?” I asked Jackson as I knelt to tie my shoelace.
He bent over, touching his toes to stretch. My eyes raked across his ass in his wind pants. His shirt was stretched across his muscled chest and I had a hard time focusing when he replied.
“Nah, I told him we had homework to do. He was a little preoccupied. I think he really has a thing for Pepper. Too bad she won’t give him the time of day. It’s fucking hilarious if you ask me.”
I laughed because Pepper doesn’t give anyone the time of day. We decided to try running as something we could do together. Running was something I used to do before Bray and I broke up. Jackson said that he’d been too busy for working out lately, so this was a win-win for us.
We ran for a good three miles before we made our way back to Jackson’s loft. He kept trying to rub his sweat on me and I was about to deck him. Finally having had enough, I tickled him on his sides, making him go crazy. Before he had time to respond, I took off up the stairs not wanting him to catch me on the elevator. I was halfway up the first flight of stairs when I heard the door burst open below me.
“You are so going to get it!” he boomed from the bottom of the stairwell. Squealing, I picked up the pace taking the steps two at a time. I could hear his shoes slapping the stairs as he raced to catch up with me.
“Fat chance, Jackie!” I taunted him as I tore up the stairs. I had to be at least two flights above him now. Just as I was rounding the curve to go up the next flight, hands roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards.
“No!” I shrieked. Dammit, he had caught up to me! His hand seized the top of my yoga pants and roughly pulled them down, baring my ass. His other hand jerked his wind pants down. He bent me over and shoved himself between my legs.
“Oh God, Jackson!” I moaned as he slammed into me wildly.
One of his hands made it up to my breast and tweaked the nipple through the material of the sports bra. Fucking in a stairwell was incredibly naughty.
“Fuck, baby, I’m there!” I cried out as my climax ripped through me. I was still clenching with the aftershocks when I felt his orgasm pump into me.
He pulled out, still dripping, and quickly yanked his pants back up. His hand popped my ass and I squealed. I snatched my yoga pants back up into place just as the door opened and a security guard walked in.
“Ma’am, is everything okay? We got some complaints of a woman screaming in the stairwell,” he informed, his eyes darting over to Jackson.
My face burned with embarrassment. “Uh, yes, everything is fine. We were just horsing around. I’m so sorry. We’ll be quieter.”
He looked between us and nodded. Jackson grabbed my hand and we bolted up the last few levels. When we made it safely into his loft, I punched him in his gut.
“You’re such an ass! What if that guy had seen us having sex?” I exclaimed.
Jackson laughed as he headed towards his bathroom. “It would have given him something to spank off to later.”
“Gross, Jackson! You’re so crude. That is so something Pepper would say.” He was naked by the time he reached the shower, and I admired his nice ass as he slipped into it. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and joined him inside.
He stepped aside so we both could stand under the steady stream of hot water. I wrapped my hands around his waist and rested my cheek on his chest. His hands came around to rest just above my butt.
“That was fun, Andi. Running is definitely something we can do together. And contrary to Doc’s beliefs, the sex afterwards was pretty therapeutic.”
I giggled into his chest and he rubbed his hands up my back. “You’re impossible, Jackie.” That comment garnered a slap to my ass.
Jackson’s dark days…
The past few days have been hell. Dad begged me not to say anything to Jordan or Mom. I couldn’t even speak to him without wanting to punch him in the fucking face. All Jordan knows is that I caught Nadia sleeping with another man. He is letting me crash at his place until she moves all of her things to her mother’s house. Dad asked me to come to his house to talk about some things since Mom would be away at church.
I reluctantly agreed at the time, so here I am standing on the porch, waiting for him to answer the door. He calls for me to come in, so I walk inside. Knowing he’ll probably be in his office, I head over to it.
His appearance is haggard. The hair on his head is disheveled, and his jawline is getting scruffy as well. The half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sits proud on his desk.
“Hey, son.” The room reeks of liquor.
“What do you want from me, Dad?” I ask, still standing in the doorway.
“Son, I am so damn sorry. Recently, things haven’t been going the way I want them too. I lost my head and did some stupid things. Please forgive me.”
My jaw clenches. This is fucking ridiculous. I can’t even look him in the eye.
Storming into the office, I slam both fists down on the desk, making the bottle wobble.
“You fucking slept with my wife, Dad. Do you know how fucking sick you are to do that to me? We were going to try for a baby!”
“Dammit, Jackie! I said I’m sorry. Your wife came on to me by the way. I’m just an old man. When Nadia came on to me, I lost my head. I needed to feel powerful and on top of the world again. Just for a while, it made me feel that way.” He rubbed his face with his hands.
“Dad, I am so over talking about this. Do you know how hard it is not to tell Jordan or Mom? You cheated on my mother with my wife! This is fucking with my mind, Dad.”
“Son, please. I just need to hear that you forgive me. It’s the only thing that matters to me right now.” Opening his desk drawer, he pulls out his revolver and sets it on the desk in front of him.
My hands go into defense mode when I see the gun.
“Dad, calm down. Shit, put the gun away. Nobody needs to get hurt.”
He picks it up and I flinch.
“I need to hear it, Jackie.”
“Fuck, Dad! I forgive you, okay? Can you put the gun away now?”
“I love you, Jackie.” Raising the gun, he slips it into his mouth and pulls the trigger, blowing his brains all over the blinds behind him. I love you too, Dad.
Jackson was taking me out on a date tonight. He said that he wanted to take me to a new sushi restaurant that already was getting rave reviews. Of course I agreed. Dr. Sweeney would be proud that we can do other things besides have sex.
When I turned off the hair dryer, I heard shouts in the other room. Setting it on the counter, I padded barefoot into Jackson’s living room.
The air was punched out of my gut when I saw Bitch Nadia reaching out for Jackson.
“Jackie, please don’t make me sign these papers. We can work it out,” she begged him.
“Nadia, no. Get the fuck out of my house. I can’t look at you. Sign the fucking papers and let me live my life without you poisoning it.”
She walked up to him and cupped him between the legs. Before he even had an opportunity to push her away, I tore across the living room toward her, seeing red the entire way.
I tackled her to the ground and started hitting her with my fists. Her hands found my hair and tried to yank me off of her. I clawed at her hands and she howled
when I drew blood.
Strong arms hooked under me and yanked me off of her. I tried to fight him off to get back to her but he held me tight.
“You bitch! You’re a home-wrecking whore!” I screamed down at her.
Nadia scrambled to her feet. She looked rumpled and frazzled, no longer the poised woman who was standing here moments ago.
“Call your dog off, Jackie! You’re the home wrecker. You’re sleeping with MY husband!” she spat.
I tried to get back over to her but Jackson held me tight.
“Nadia, it’s time for you to leave. You aren’t welcome here. Nothing you say or do will make me change my mind. Now go before I call building security.”
Throwing one more bitchy look my way, she snatched up her purse and stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
“I am so sorry about that. She is one of the skeletons in my closet that won’t fucking go away.” He squeezed me from behind.
My chest still heaved from our altercation.
“You are so hot when you’re pissed,” he whispered into my hair. His hands slipped under my dress and caressed circles on the outsides of my thighs. And just like always, I melted at his touch.
I was pretty sure he was going to bend me over and fuck me over the back of the couch again. Instead, he surprised me by scooping me up into his arms. He carried me to his bedroom and sat me down on the bed. Ripping off his t-shirt, he revealed his muscled chest, making me want him immediately. He unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers followed not long after. My eyes fell to his cock that was hard and at attention.
Grabbing the hem of my dress, I pulled it up over my head and tossed it to him. He laughed at my playfulness but quickly growled once he realized I had had nothing on under the dress.
“Damn, woman,” he groaned with pleasure, crawling over me, kissing my neck. His kisses sprinkled my neck, breasts, and abdomen.
When he looked up at me with those brown eyes, I nearly lost it. “Make love to me.”
