Going, Going, Goner (Double Play Series Book 2)

by Nicole Rodrigues

“Lick your finger and put it inside you. Rub your clit with your thumb and stick that finger inside of you slowly.”

  “Shit…”

  “God, I wish I could watch you do this princess. Your sounds...they’re so sexy.”

  “Jackson, this is...I’ve never done this…” I can hear the struggle in her voice and I know she is close and needs that push over the edge for her release.

  “Stick another one in there, Savvy. Picture that it’s my thick fingers inside that wet pussy. My wet pussy. That belongs to me princess. Say it to me.”

  “Yes, it is, Jackson. Yours...sooo yours.”

  “Let go princess. I want to hear you let go for me.”

  She cries out, her voice slowly draining of sound and then I hear her breathing even out.

  “I’m addicted to that sound,” I manage to groan out.

  “You...did you…”

  “I can wait until tomorrow.”

  “Jackson!” she admonishes. “I...I thought we both...I could have waited too.”

  “Sleep tight, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Dream of me.”

  She huffs out a breath and I smile.

  “Goodnight, Jackson.”

  I can hear the smile that she’s trying to hide and press the phone off. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

  Chapter 9

  Savannah

  I click a couple of things on my computer and glance over to my client, Jacob Yeargen. He is the relief pitcher for the San Diego Bears and flew in for the week, just to work with me.

  During my divorce settlement, I fought for SG Sports, tooth and nail. Since we divorced after the five-year mark, Hugh had no legal right to claim any portion of the company. He was there since the beginning, though, and he tried everything in his power to claim what he thought was his. Realizing he wasn’t going to get a penny of the company, he tried to sabotage my current clients, and slowly I started to lose them. I was so sick of the back and forth, so when it came down to it, I liquidated the company and sold everything I owned in Texas and moved back home to Louisiana. Most of the clients I had in SG Sports that were loyal to me, like Jacob, followed me, but I still had a lot of work cut out for me to get Double Play at the level that SG Sports was.

  All the rest of the money was put into an account for him and the future that I so desperately wanted. I would have had a shit ton more if that dependant account wasn’t split evenly, but I brush it off. It looked good in court that I still had all that money saved up, so fuck Hugh for thinking that he can just come at me again and ruin that. I am building this company back up and starting a future I have always wanted. I’ve been through hell and back and I am still surviving, dammit. I smile with pride and then quickly wipe it away as I notice Jacob staring at me like I have ten heads.

  “Sorry just...thinkin’ about somethin’ my niece said the other day,” I say, covering up my crazy behavior.

  “Don’t even worry. I have a niece too, so I know how it is,” he says, smiling at me.

  Jacob is really handsome, like insanely handsome, and back in Texas after my divorce, I considered giving him a shot. but I just couldn’t. I really didn't want to start mixing business with pleasure, so I politely turned him down. I should also mention he is ten years younger than me. No thank you. Now though, it’s not the age gap or the thought of complicating a working relationship, it’s Jackson. All I can fucking think about is Jackson. Hearing his rough voice commanding me on the phone, his groan as I came for him. God, I missed him. I need the real thing. My cheeks redden and I really hope Jacob doesn’t notice.

  “So...that’s pretty much all I have for you today. Same time tomorrow? We'll finish it all before ya head back, I promise,” I say, reaching over the desk to shake his hand.

  He takes it and nods to me.

  “It’s okay if we don’t. I don't mind coming back,” he says, smiling at me.

  I clear my throat and give him a polite smile as I walk him to my office door. Will this always be how it is in this world?

  Being a woman in this field must make “Will fuck anything with a penis” scroll across my forehead. If I had a dime for the amount of times that Charlotte and I have been hit on since opening this company, I swear I could buy all of Louisiana, and maybe even a private island that I could send Hugh to go fuck himself on.

  “Professional, Yeargen. Let's keep things professional.”

  He smirks and nods as I open the door, watching him leave. Just as I’m about to close my door, a large hand stops it. I turn around and a big body pushes inside the room, reaching behind me to lock the door. My back connects against a wall with a loud thunk and warm, puffy lips connect with my neck.

  “Jackson, what the--”

  “Savvy, you have made me a crazed man,” he says in a rough voice.

  “I missed you.”

  I grab the back of his head, keeping his lips from moving off my neck.

  He reaches down my thigh and bunches my skirt up, his calloused fingers meet in between the apex of my thighs. I gasp when his finger brushes through my lips.

  “Why are you so wet?” he asks, pulling back and looking at me.

  His eyebrows are furrowed, and he takes his finger and moves my panties to the side connecting with my clit, skin to skin. I grab his wrist to steady myself, trying to find words. I want him so badly, I ache.

  “I…”

  His fingers move in a slow circle and I can’t speak. I just stand there like an idiot and moan, already on the brink of coming. Shit.

  “That guy?” he asks, jealousy coating his words.

  I shake my head.

  “I was thinkin’ about you...last night...on the phone,” I pant.

  His fingers continue their assault and I close my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control.

  “So, all this,” he says running his fingers through my soaking wet folds. “Is for me?”

  I nod furiously and launch for him. I grab the back of his head and smash our lips together. He walks me backwards, guiding me to my desk. The back of my thighs collide with the side of it, pushing it into the wall slightly and something falls to the floor. Fuck it.

  His hands go to the back of my thighs and he lifts me a little sitting me on my desk, as he swipes his strong arm across it, making papers fly everywhere. He leans over me, putting his massive body in between my legs. Our lips crash together again as my thigh comes up around his waist, catching me as I lose my balance. My heel collides with my lamp and it falls against the wall, but I don’t even flinch. My body is a slave to his desire and all my reservations and reasoning are gone.

  I break the kiss and run my tongue over his lips, reaching down for the belt of his jeans.

  “I want you so bad,” I say as I unbuckle it. I have it through the first loop before his hands stop me. I look up with a pout. “What are you doin’?”

  “I don't want another quickie with you, Savvy. I want to take my time,” he says eyeing my body.

  I must look like a flustered mess. I feel like a maniac. Last night did nothing but spark my desire for him even more. My fingers were a miniscule release; I want the real thing, dammit.

  “So, take your time. I don’t have another client for an hour,” I say, digging my heels into his ass and pulling him to me again.

  I work his belt through the prong and it pops out of the hole. He leans forward and cages me against the desk, effectively removing my hands from his belt to catch my balance. Both of my hands slam down on my desk to catch my body and he smiles.

  “Tonight. My place,” he says, whispering in my ear.

  He licks from my collar bone up to my earlobe and I shiver.

  “You ain't leavin’ this office until we both come, Jackson Turner,” I say, gritting my teeth.

  He smirks, and his hand moves up my thighs back to my panties.

  “Your wish is my command, princess,” he says, as he slips a finger inside my thong and moves it slowly inside me.

  I groan at the intrusion and grab
his shoulders to steady myself.

  “Yess…” I hiss, dropping my head to his shoulder.

  His other hand grips my ass as he moves me closer to the edge of the desk, dropping my body further onto his finger and slipping another one inside.

  “God Jax...I’m so close...fuckkk,” I say feeling my walls collapse around him already.

  He crooks his finger and presses against my sweet spot, and then he drops to his knees quickly almost making me fall forward. His lips attack my center and I grip the edge of my desk so tight that I seriously might bust a nerve. My body shakes with desire as my orgasm hits me like a train.

  “Fuck! Jackson!”

  He continues licking me until I stop shaking on the desk and let out a loud exhale. He stands with a smile on his face and my juices dripping down his chin, and I lose my damn mind. I crazily reach for the front of his jeans and rub the bulge there, popping the top button.

  “Inside me, please,” I whine as I come down from the bliss.

  My fingers can’t work fast enough as I pull down the zipper, but his hands stop me again.

  “What the hell are you doin’, Jackson!”

  “Later, Savvy. I promise you, later.”

  “That wasn't the deal,” I pout.

  He smiles and moves my thong back in place and puts his hand out to help me off the desk. I huff out the most exaggerated breath that I can muster up and shake my head. I smack his hand away and right my skirt and stare up at him.

  “I can’t believe you. You want me to beg? I’ll beg, this is me beggin’. Jackson, please…”

  I bite my bottom lip and my eyes lock on his. His gaze is hooded and he growls. I'm instantly wet again and I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore. Besides Hugh and Jackson, there was only one other person I have slept with. Fumbling around in the back of my boyfriend’s car senior year when I lost my virginity, shouldn't even count since it didn’t last longer than two minutes. I’ve never been this insatiable vixen that stands before Jackson now.

  “Princess, if I give in to you right now, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve been wanting to for weeks and this desk right here is gonna make a nice hole in that wall. “His voice is a growl and I shiver. “Wait until tonight, my neighbors are far, far away,” he whispers in my ear.

  My nipples harden beneath my shirt and I grit my teeth and will myself not to reach for him.

  Hugh and I had a healthy sex life, up until things started to fall apart, but I never craved him like I do Jackson. I just got my fill, but it wasn’t enough. It seems like it never will be enough and that scares the shit out of me. I need to clear my head, what the hell is going on?

  “I...you’re right. I’ll see you tonight. I should get some work done,” I say quickly.

  I kiss him softly on the lips and turn to walk around to the other side of my desk. I catch Jackson’s expression out of the corner of my eyes. I’m with you buddy, I’m just as confused as you are.

  When Jackson leaves, my door flies open, and I see Charlotte smirking.

  “You hypocrite!” she says, pointing at me.

  “What are you talkin’ about?” I say, not meeting her gaze, pink tinting my cheeks.

  “I ain't allowed to have office sex but y'all are allowed to rearrange your desk with your smutty ass?” she says, motioning at the papers scattered around my desk and floor.

  I open my mouth to speak and then close it, unable to hold back a smirk.

  “Okay, fine. I'm sorry, he just...God, that man!” I say exasperated.

  “I swear, I should start payin’ ya. I feel like I'm gettin’ free porn. First my weddin’, then the office. Y'all are lucky that Gabriel wasn't here. He would have busted through the sheet rock and strangled Jackson to death. These walls are very thin.”

  “Yes, believe me, I know. Don't act all prudish on me now, Queen of the Loud Moans!”

  “Oh please, you ain't so quiet yourself! Fuck Jackson, yesssss. At least I keep my office furniture intact,” she says, motioning to my lamp leaning against the wall...broken.

  “Shit,” I mutter. “Fine, truce. Lacey is workin’ with us now, so let's keep the sex to the bedroom.”

  “Pfft. I don't even remember the last time we actually made it to the bedroom.”

  “Whatever! You know what I mean! In the privacy of your own home, in whatever room or surface or car or wherever, just...not here.”

  “Fine, fine,” Charlotte says, waving her hand away. “Just...be careful Sav.”

  I nod my head. Believe me girl, I'm trying.

  ***

  I knock on Jackson's door at 7 on the dot and tap my foot on the brick porch. After that little escapade in my office this morning, he's all I've been thinking about all damn day.

  “Hey Savvy. You look beautiful,” says a rough voice, breaking me out of my thoughts.

  “H...hey,” I stammer.

  He smiles and moves aside for me to walk in. His house is gorgeous. The high ceilings with wood beams, gives the space a masculine feel, but the breathtaking chandelier above the double staircase in the open foyer, balances it out.

  “Jackson, this house is beautiful,” I say wistfully.

  “Thanks. I can't take all the credit though. Linda came house huntin’ with me and decorated the place. She couldn't turn down house huntin’ and furnishin’ with no budget,” he laughs.

  “Well she did an amazin’ job. I'm gonna have to hire her when I get a place,” I say.

  “Don’t you already own a home?” he asks curiously.

  “Kind of. It was Charlotte's. We kind of switched houses when they got married. They took over our old childhood home since they needed more space. It's just me, so I took over their two bedroom,” I say shrugging.

  The reminder that it's just me, and the conversation I need to have with Jackson, makes me shiver with nervousness. It won’t always be just me and that scares me more than it should. He’s a good guy Savannah, this won’t be a deal breaker.

  “Want me to fix ya a drink?” he asks, coming closer to kiss me, effectively lifting my mood.

  “Jackson Turner, you know what I want, dammit! I can tell you it ain't you fixin’ a drink.”

  I grab his shirt and fist it in my hand, pulling him towards me. Our lips come together like magnets. Neither one of us able to pull away without a fight, but that's not happening tonight. Nothing is getting in the way of this desire that we have. It's been too long and too many things have tried to derail this, but I'm not leaving this damn house until I get what I want, what we both want.

  We move further into the room, not breaking our kiss as he walks me backwards up the stairs. My heel gets caught on a step and I brace myself for the fall, but Jackson catches me. He cradles my body and leans me slowly to sit. He kneels in between my legs on the stair in front of me, breaking the kiss. He rolls my skirt up around my waist, his face breaking out into a predatory smile.

  His eyes roam over my bare leg, hiking it up on his shoulder as his hand runs up my calf to my thigh. It leaves a burning desire in its wake as his lips follow his hand up the trail, to the apex of my thighs. With each soft kiss up my leg, I jolt. His lips feel like they’re making direct contact with my nerves and my heart is pounding in my chest.

  He hikes my other leg up over his shoulder and does the same thing, kissing up my soft skin to where I need him the most. My legs spread of their own volition and my skirt scrunches up further around my waist.

  “I'm gonna consume every single inch of you tonight, Savannah. All night. Every. Single. Inch.”

  His voice is uneven and I can see he is seconds from coming apart. I fucking want that. I want to see this man undone. My body has craved this man like it’s never craved anything else before and watching his control splinter in front of me would be euphoric.

  I grab the back of his head and pull him closer to me. He moves my thong to the side with his teeth and gorges on me like he is having a lavish dinner. My body erupts like we weren’t just in this posi
tion a couple hours ago.

  I gasp and lean back on my elbows on the stair behind me. His hands hold my body hostage against his sinful mouth.

  “Jax...stop,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

  “It doesn't feel good, princess?”

  “It does, I just...I don't wanna come again without you inside me.”

  I reach for the buckle on his pants quickly before he can protest this time and my fingers feel as if they’re lead weights. They don’t work fast enough but I finally pull down his jeans along with his boxers in one swift motion. He springs free and I choke out a breath, coughing a little bit. I must have been drunker than I thought at the wedding because holy hell, he is big. He lifts my chin and smirks, obviously noticing my eyeballs bulging out of my head with worry.