“That asshole. Just because he hit a homer off you? Piece of shit,” I say, slamming on the glass.
“He’ll be fine. He protected himself,” Gabriel says.
“It doesn't matter! Why do y'all do that, huh?” I say, pushing Gabriel's chest.
“Hey, relax. I didn't do nothin’. It's part of the game, he's used to it,” Gabriel says, lifting up his hands in defense.
“I...I'm sorry. I know,” I stammer.
I glance up and everyone is quiet, looking at me. I turn back towards the glass and look down at the field. Jackson is walking to first base. He's okay.
“You good?” Charlotte asks from behind me.
“I'm fine,” I snap. Dammit. Calm down, Savannah. “I...sorry. I don't know what's goin’ on. I’m just stressed, I’m sorry Charlie”
I shake my head and fold my arms over my chest.
“You uh...didn't start those treatments yet, did you? The hormones could be messin’ with you.”
I shake my head.
“No, I didn't. I still haven't talked to Jackson.”
“Well, I think you should...soon. The longer you wait the worse it’s gonna be Sav.”
She puts her hand on my shoulder and I know I need to bring it up, but I'm so damn scared. What if he doesn't want to have any more kids? He didn't say anything when I told him about it. What if he does want kids and the treatments don't work? What if he doesn’t want Tuck? God, so many things can derail us and it terrifies me.
JACKSON
“Are you sure, you're okay?” Savannah asks me, for the tenth time since we've walked into my house.
“Savvy, I'm fine. It's just a bruise. I'll get it massaged out in the morning,” I say, grabbing her shoulders and kissing her.
“Or I could do it?” she says shyly.
I look down at her and kiss her soft lips again.
“We’re celebratin’ your birthday tonight. That's my job.”
I wink and take her hand, as I walk her up to my bedroom.
“I have a present for you.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks intrigued.
“Sit on the bed.”
I push her softly on my bed and reach under for the box. She eyes it curiously and starts to unwrap it.
“Foreplay Football?” she says, arching an eyebrow.
She holds the game in her hands, flipping it over and examining it.
“The baseball one didn’t seem as sexy,” I laugh.
“I don’t get it?” she asks confused.
“I thought we could have some fun tonight, before I leave you again. Your reaction to the club the other night gave me some ideas. I wanna experience new things with you, unless I'm totally misreadin’ this and you've done somethin’ like this before-”
“Jackson,” she says putting her hand on my arm to stop my rant. “I haven't. Open it up.”
I grab for the box and open it. I lay the board down, passing her a board piece and when our fingers touch, I already feel the jolt straight down to my groin.
“Ladies first.”
I wink and hand her the dice and she eyes me with skepticism.
“I have a feelin’ this game ain't gonna be fun,” she laughs.
“Oh princess, it's gonna be fun.”
I put my hand on her thigh and nod for her to roll the dice.
“Five,” she says.
She moves her piece five spaces.
“Ohh neck massage. Okay, I take it back. I like this game.”
I move closer to her on the bed and roll as I put my hands on her neck and knead her tense muscles. I feel her tension melt away as my strong fingers work the knots out of her neck. Goosebumps erupt on her skin as I work my fingers harder, eliciting soft moans from her lips.
“Three. Receive finger suckin’,” she giggles.
I keep massaging her neck with one hand as I move my thumb of the other to her lips. She sticks her tongue out, licking the pad of my finger and my erection jumps as she sucks the whole thing in her warm mouth. Dammit, it's only her finger, Jackson. I knead her shoulder muscles as those moans of satisfaction dripping from her lips grow even louder.
“God that feels good.”
She nips my thumb and I dig my fingers into her shoulder harder.
“Your turn,” I rasp.
She pops my finger out of her mouth while smirking and rolls the dice.
“Two. Perform a lap dance,” she whispers.
She turns slowly towards me and her cheeks pinken.
“Giddyup, princess,” I smile.
She slowly rises from the bed and I smack her ass before I lean back on my hands to watch her.
“I uh...I have never did this before,” she says, playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Savannah Gavinwood. Are you gettin’ shy on me?”
“Shut up,” she says, slapping my chest.
I grab her wrist and she squeals.
“You have nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I love all these firsts. You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Savvy.”
I release her wrist and she turns her back to me as she shimmies out of her jeans, excruciatingly slow. She's wearing booty shorts and the bottom of her delicious ass is peeking out from the bottom. I lean forward, my lips softly touching her ass and I nip one cheek, then the other.
“Hey!” she says jumping.
“Only fair. You nipped my ass last night,” I shrug.
“Ain't there rules? No touchin’,” she says over her shoulder, looking at me with nothing but desire.
“No rules,” I gruff out.
She turns to face me and shyly pulls her shirt over her head. She drops it slowly onto the floor, as she stalks toward me, in just her bra and panties, climbing up into my lap. She braces one leg on each side of me, straddling me, until her center is dripping through her panties onto my jeans. She puts her hands on my shoulders as she moves her body back and forth, lazily, grinding down on my body, making me squirm. I grip the sheet tighter, trying to control my need to bury myself inside her.
“My turn,” I manage to say.
I lift her off me and turn to the board.
“Four. Share a sexual fantasy.”
Savannah’s eyebrows raise as she smiles.
“I can't wait to hear this,” she says, leaning back on her elbows on the bed.
“Oh princess, we could be here all night. It's hard to choose just one.”
“I'm listenin’,” she says, as she leans back and rests her hand on top of her mound.
I grit my teeth as I watch her slowly push her panties to the side, showing me her glistening center.
“I'd have you in the dugout. I'd sit you up on the shelf next to the fence, lick that pussy until your cries echo throughout the whole fuckin’ stadium, my stadium. Then I'd bend you over the bench and spank that luscious ass raw, until you begged me to take you. Begged me, princess.” I watch her eyes close as her teeth dig into her bottom lip.
“You’d be grabbin’ onto anything you could as I fucked you hard from behind, knockin’ all the equipment over until I finally let you come on my cock. Poundin’ into you, over and over, grabbin’ that long, gorgeous hair in my fist as I-”
“Stop.” she pants as her fingers slowly trace her folds and I grab her wrist.
“Hey, no cheatin’,” I say, licking her fingers clean.
“Now I know why they call you Goner,” she moans, watching my mouth devour the juice off her thumb.
“Why's that princess?”
“Because I am suchhhh a goner.”
I laugh and pass her the dice. She takes it with a shaky hand and rolls.
“Six. Touchdown card,” she whispers.
“Lay it face down, don't peek,” I instruct.
I pass the deck to her and she takes a card, leaving it face down in front of her, obeying me. Good girl. I roll the dice and get the same. I put my touchdown card in front of me and hand the dice back to her.
“One. Naked wrestling match.”
She groans,
and I smile, knowing this game isn't going to last much longer.
“Wanna call it?” I ask, eyeing her.
Her breathing is labored and her eyes are slits.
“No. You wanted to play, let's play. We will stop when there's a winner,” she says, reaching behind her and letting her bra fall to the bed.
I eye her perky tits and her nipples are like tight, little pebbles. God, I want to suck the shit out of those. I move closer to her, but she holds up a hand. I lean back as I lift my shirt over my head and stand to take off my jeans and boxers, my thick length bobbing, as I walk back towards her. Her gaze drops to my cock and I smile, knowing I'm hard as stone right now. my legs are tight with tension and it needs to be released.
“I think I could bounce a quarter off that cock.” she whispers.
“What was that?”
“N-nothing,” she stutters, looking up to me with wide eyes. I laugh and shake my head.
“You ready princess?”
She nods and lunges for me and I lift her under her arms and pin her to the bed. My lower half is straddling hers and I cross my arms in victory.
“That was easy,” I tease.
Her tiny body thrashes underneath me and she manages to wiggle one of her legs free. Suddenly she lifts her leg so high that it wraps around the back of my neck. She slams it down and the back of my head collides with the mattress. The next second, I'm on my back and she's on top, her juicy ass right in my face.
“Give up,” she says, putting all her weight on top of me.
I lick her ass all the way down to her slit and she gasps. I take advantage of the distraction and throw her off me, scrambling around to pin her to the bed. My hands are holding hers above her head and my erection is sliding in between her folds.
“You give up, princess?”
“No,” she says, struggling.
“What about if I say you won? You're closer on the board than me, anyway.”
“I wanna earn it, fair and square,” she says through gritted teeth, as I slowly push into her.
She groans, and I slowly pull out, releasing her hands. “Okay, fine.”
She grabs my ass with both hands to keep me in place.
“Roll it from here, don’t you dare move,” she says sternly.
I laugh as I roll the dice, slowly pushing further inside her, watching her beautiful face morph into a satisfied expression.
“One. Read and perform your touchdown card.”
I reach above Savannah's head for my card, the motion pushing myself further inside her and she whimpers underneath me.
“Mix it up. Have kitchen counter sex or sex on stairs.”
“Hmm well we've already crossed one of those off our list,” she says saucily.
I lift her to her feet and motion for her to wrap her legs around me as I slide her down on my erection and we both moan in ecstasy.
“Fuck the rest of the game,” I growl.
I slam my lips down on top of hers and dig my fingers in her ass. I walk us towards the stairs and break the kiss as I slowly take them one at a time. With each step down, the movement pushes me deeper inside of her and I feel her walls squeezing me as she bounces on my dick. She is devouring my neck and shoulders and it takes all of me to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and not just taking her on these stairs again.
We get to the kitchen and I slam her back against the fridge and she cries out. I push all the way inside her in one deep thrust and her moan is music to my ears. I plant my feet firmly on the ground as I piston into her, over and over again until she's begging me to make her come. I intertwine our fingers above her head and push them into the fridge, watching her body take me in, in and out. The sight is so fucking hot and I swear I can blow my load just from watching it.
“Look down princess. Look at your pussy gobbling up my cock. God, you’re so hot. What you do to me Savvy…”
“Oh my God, Jackson...it's too...it’s too much, I can't…”
I feel her pulsate around my length and her head drops to my shoulder. Her breath on my neck is a long and satisfying exhale and she tightens her legs around my waist, keeping me firmly inside her. When I feel her body tense up, it's like a vice around my dick and I explode, groaning into her shoulder, her name on my lips like a prayer.
“Savvy....”
“Holy shit,” she says out of breath.
“You're right, the game wasn't fun at all,” I say smiling, kissing her softly on the forehead.
She smacks my chest and I laugh.
I put her down gently, easing myself out of her, as she whimpers.
I open the fridge for two waters and lift her in one swift motion, throwing her over my shoulder. I put the cold water against her bare ass cheek and I hear her squeal.
“Jackson!”
I run back towards the bedroom and up the stairs, throwing her on the bed. I jump in next to her and hand her a water.
“Drink up Savvy. I ain't gonna be able to touch this beautiful body for two weeks, no one is sleepin’ tonight.”
She takes a swig of her water and I reach under my bed for her real present.
“So that was one part of your birthday gift. Here's the rest,” I say handing her the thick manila envelope.
She eyes it suspiciously and opens it up. She pulls out each item, one by one and still looks confused.
“I would love to take credit for this on my own, but I can't. One of the guys on the team was talkin’ about this date box, said his wife gave it to him when they were havin’ problems and it brought them closer. I don't know, just thought it sounded fun,” I shrug.
“We’re havin’ problems already?” she smiles.
“You know what I meant, you brat.”
“This is really thoughtful Jackson. Which date was their favorite?”
“I don't know, didn't ask. I picked stuff that I thought you'd like and hopefully haven't done before.”
“Wait, all these...this is not...you picked them all out yourself?”
“Yeah, why?” I ask confused.
Her expression falls, and I curse myself.
“Shit princess, did I fuck this up?”
“No! No,” she says quickly. “I just...you keep doin’ that. Puttin’ in all this effort and...you're killin’ me, Jax.”
Her eyes water and I pull her over to me, resting her head on my chest.
“I don't do things halfway Savvy. You deserve a smile on that gorgeous face all damn day. That's my responsibility, you're mine now.”
She pushes me gently on the bed and lays back down on my chest, hooking one leg up over mine, cuddling up closer to me.
“Thank you, Jackson,” she whispers.
Her finger draws circles on my chest and I feel it, in that moment, things are changing between us. The question is, am I ready for them to?
Chapter 11
Savannah
Jackson: How has it only been a week? I miss you like fucking crazy.
Savannah: Really? I thought it went pretty fast. I haven’t missed you at all.
Jackson: You’re gonna pay for that princess.
Savannah: I hope so.
Jackson: Video tonight?
Savannah: I have a lot of work to get done. Tomorrow?
Jackson: Killin’ me princess. Sleep tight.
Savannah: Oh, I will ;)
Sixteen years ago…
“You should be careful how much you drink, especially out here all alone,” says a voice from behind me.
I glance back and see Jackson Turner coming my way. It’s dark in the backyard of Henry’s house, one of my brother’s teammates, and Jackson and I are the only two out here. I roll my eyes and take another swig from my beer.
“Oh, I didn’t realize I inherited another brother,” I say sarcastically.
Jackson smiles and shakes his head and I feel my stomach tighten. That smile always was my undoing. For the past three years anytime I saw that smile, I longed to kiss it, wanted to see if his kisses were
as contagious as his smiles. Despite myself, I smile back.
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