Triple Power Play (Obsessed Players Club #1)

3. Jackson

THREE

JACKSON

Aurora is sitting on the floor on her knees, eating over the coffee table. She’s fucking adorable…and hungry. She’s picking at the vegetables and salmon and the pita and hummus.

I bet the asshole didn’t feed her and she was hangry. He’s definitely getting hit for not feeding my girl.

“I’m going to get changed. Eat whatever you want, babe.”

“Umm…” Those shy, innocent eyes peer up at me.

I stand over her, and a shiver runs down my spine.

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

“Can I have a hoodie?” she asks. “I’m cold.”

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll give you my last breath.”

She glares at me, but there’s no heat behind it.

I cut to my room before she sees the prominent bulge in my pants. I change, wash up, and grab clothes for her. “Brought you some joggers. Maybe you can tie or roll them. If not, there’s a pair of boxers and a hoodie. You can use my bathroom or the guest bath near the kitchen.”

She changes in the guest bath, because of course she does, and comes out wearing my team hoodie and, I’m guessing, my boxers, though I can’t see them.

The hoodie is enormous on her, reaching mid-thigh, and she’s barefoot.

I have the urge to pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and cuddle her. Hard. Against the wall.

Jesus, what’s wrong with me?

I take her dress to hang up as an excuse to get control of my never-ending boner. My dick hasn’t had so much as a chubby in months, and now, it won’t quit.

Curious of her size and where she shops, I check for a tag, but there isn’t one. Calling out, I ask, “Where did you get this dress?”

“I made it,” she yells back.

“What? No way.”

I twist the dress this way and that way—it’s flawless. I press the material to my nose and inhale like a fucking weirdo, and my eyes nearly roll back, not at all helping my erection.

When I return, she’s in the same spot, only cross-legged.

Feeling lucky, I sit behind her and cradle her with my legs. I reach around her and grab a fry, popping it into my mouth. “The dress is unreal. I would’ve never known.”

“Thank you.” She tosses a smile over her shoulder.“I told you, my grandmother is a seamstress. I’ve been doing it forever. I take dresses from thrift shops and remake them. It’s not hard.”

She shrugs, but I can tell it’s an accomplishment she’s proud of.

“Is that something you wanna do? Make clothes?” I wrap an arm around her, and my traitorous cock jerks.

Fuck it.

“It’s a dream of mine, yes.”

Her words are breathless, and a nervous excitement rushes through my stomach, a sensation I only get before big games.

“You’re great at it. Now how am I supposed to shop for you?”

She glances back at me, eyes full of apprehension, but I don’t miss how they flicker to my lips. “You don’t have to buy me anything.”

“No worries, babe. I’m going to spoil you anyway.”

I place a kiss below her ear, and a shudder runs through her. I know she can’t be cold, and I do it again, grazing my teeth against her delicate skin.

“Stop it.” She elbows me playfully. “You’re a menace.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you a menace.”

I tighten my arms around her, peppering her face and neck with kisses while she giggles and attempts to wriggle free.

Her giggles are the sweetest fucking sound.

She falls to the side, rolling onto her back, and I drop on top of her. I can’t remember when I last laughed or smiled this much.

Her body against mine is heaven and hell all at the same time. There’s no way I can hide an erection in these sweatpants, and I know she isn’t giving me relief anytime soon.

It doesn’t help that she’s gazing at me as if I’m some god.

I wasn’t lying when I said I could stare at her for hours, memorizing it all. Thick lashes, freckles, gold flecks surrounded by warm caramel, Cupid’s bow lips…

Reaching up, she runs her finger along the curve of my neck, tracing my tattoo and eliciting goosebumps. “What’s this one?”

Black, rough-sketched wings extend across my shoulders. In the middle, down my spine, is the date of my mother’s death, the day she got her wings—not that I believe in that stuff, not for me, anyhow. With my T-shirt on, Aurora can only glimpse the tips of the feathers.

“They’re wings.”

She purses her lips. “I see that. Do they have meaning?”

“Everything has meaning.”

She takes the hint and doesn’t press further. “They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. Not nearly as beautiful as you, though.”

Her fingers glide into my hair, and I melt into her.

My dick throbs so hard, I’m a teenager again, touching a girl for the first time. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have no choice but to kiss you.” Now it’s me who’s breathless.

“Maybe I want you to kiss me.”

Her words are barely above a whisper, and I’m on her before they even finish registering in my obsessed brain. I cup the back of her head, and my body surrenders to hers the moment her soft lips meet mine.

I try not to crush her, keeping my weight on my forearms, but every part of me wants to devour her. I deepen the kiss. I can’t get close enough. I’m drunk on her.

She’s addicting.

I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to be inside this girl, and not simply to fuck her. No, I want to be attached to her, know her every move and thought.

My hips shift on their own, grinding my aching cock into her core. She breaks the kiss far too soon. Still wanting more, I trail kisses along her jaw and throat.

Her body tenses, and I sense the moment something changes between us. Her fingers loosen in my hair, and her heart races against mine.

“What’s wrong?” I rest on my elbow to give her space.

“I… ” she falters.

“It’s okay. If you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me.”

I slide my hand under her hoodie to caress her stomach, and she grabs my wrist.

“Sorry.” I pull back and intertwine our fingers. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

“I’ve never… I’ve only done this once.” Her breathing stops, as if she’s bracing for my reaction.

Does she think I’ll reject her? That’s fucking stupid. The thought of her with another guy infuriates me, but nothing more.

“I hate that someone else got you before me, but I guarantee I’ll reach places he never did and make every inch of you mine.”

She searches my eyes, and I let her see the truth in each syllable.

“I-I’m sure you’d prefer a girl with more experience.”

“Nope. No, I wouldn’t. Stop trying to talk me out of being with you. I want you. You’re gorgeous. You’re sweet. You’re real.” She wants me too. I heard her little whimpers as we kissed and felt her body trembling beneath mine. Her fingers are still in my hair, as if she doesn’t want to let go. “But you need to know one thing. I don’t plan on this being casual. If we have sex, I’m going to expect you to be mine. Only mine.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “And what about you?”

I can’t stop myself from kissing her. “It goes both ways.”

She returns my kiss, our tongues quickly intertwining and picking up where we left off. She makes those delicious whimpers, and I swallow them up.

Then, a thought hits me. “You said you had sex once, not with one person. Once?”

She swallows hard and nods. A wary expression fills her eyes.

I hesitate to ask, but I need to know. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

Her face flushes from more than our kiss. “It was my first time. That means nothing.”

“Not for you, no. Did he hurt you?”

“ It hurt, and then it was over.” Her stiff shoulders rise in that fake, half-ass shrug.

A familiar haunting darkness churns in my gut. “I’m going to need his name.”

“What?”

“Give. Me. His. Name.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he hurt you.”

“Maybe not on purpose. Are you always this intense?”

There’s a defensive edge to her tone I don’t follow. The world is cruel— men are cruel. She’s perfect.

I can’t understand her embarrassment—it’s an emotion I rarely experience—but I’m not about to fuck this up and mock her innocence again.

“The tattoo is for my mother. She was killed when I was fourteen, and you saw my father. He’s an asshole. There’s nothing you should be ashamed of, not with me.”

With a sigh, the tension leaves her body, that shy gaze staring back at me.

“Now, can I show you something?”

She raises her chin. “What?”

I grin. “Don’t worry. It’s not my dick.”

“What are you going to do?” She’s suspicious, but a hint of a smile plays on her lips, her walls slowly crumbling.

I kneel between her legs. She has my boxers rolled at the waist, and I reach for the hem.

“Give you an orgasm, and we’re not arguing about it. It’s happening.” I whip the boxers off before she can stop me, dragging the material past her feet and tossing them aside.

I place my hands on her knees, and she sucks in a gasp, clamping her legs together.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s not what I’m worried about,” she says, more to herself.

“What are you worried about?”

Soft, vulnerable eyes meet mine. “You. This.”

“Whatever this is between us, I feel it.” It’s sharp and tangible, a flutter of butterflies in my stomach, a surge of hope blossoming in my chest, a dark possessiveness pulsing in my veins. “And I don’t want to fight it. You’re meant to be mine—I know it down to my bones.”

Her legs loosen, letting me take control. “You better be good, O’Reilly.”

The cocky grin on my face could blind someone. “Oh, I’m always good, baby.”

I glide rough palms over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, following with my lips until I’m lying on my stomach, her pussy spread out before me.

Fuck me, she’s bare and glistening.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect. Every inch of you.”

Ravenous, I dive in to taste her. With my tongue pressed flat, I lick from opening to clit.

My mouth waters, and a groan rumbles from deep within. “Your cunt is fucking sweet.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

My lips stretch into a smirk against her. I could do this all night. Shit, I could spend all my days buried between her legs.

She’s a high I’ll chase for the rest of my life.

I flick and circle her clit until she writhes underneath me. “Does that hurt?”

“No.”

Moving lower, I slip my tongue inside her, curling to find the right spot. Her legs relax in my hold, her back arches slightly, and her fingers weave through my hair.

Running a hand along her flat stomach, I palm her breast and pinch her nipple. Her hips flex in response, needy moans echoing in the room.

I withdraw, teasing her clit with my thumb. “Does that hurt?”

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, her glassy eyes begging for more.

I close my mouth over her pussy, sucking and licking, before inserting my middle finger into her wet heat. Fuck, she’s tight, and my cock throbs with envy.

My gaze never leaves her face. Her pupils are blown, her lips parted as she takes quick, shallow breaths.

“Does that hurt, baby?” My voice is husky, thick with desire. It’d only take me about three pumps to come.

She swiftly shakes her head, and I add a second finger.

“What about now?”

“No,” she whines so sweetly, rocking her hips. “ Please , Jackson.”

The way she pleads my name goes straight to my dick, precum leaking in my sweats.

I’m not about to refuse her, but there’s one fact I need her to know. “I could pound you into the floor, and you’d love it. It should never hurt. You understand?”

She nods emphatically. I’ll find out who he is, but it’s the last thing I want to hear right now. I’d much rather listen to her lusty moans and whimpers.

“Come for me, babe.” I double down, sucking and tonguing her clit while fucking her with curled fingers.

Her thighs quiver against my shoulders, and she grips my hair, keeping me where she wants me.

Acry of pleasure rips from her throat as she throws her head back in ecstasy. Her walls squeeze me tight, and then, to my utter shock and fucking awe, her pussy creams my fingers.

I lap it up like a starving man, not wanting to waste a single drop of her.

For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the sensation of her cum dripping down my inner wrist.

Her body settles, and when I glance up, she’s gaping at me with the same wonderment. A sense of urgency comes over me. I need her—every part of her.

I need to make her mine.

Our lips collide, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. She clings to me just as fiercely, our tongues intertwining and desperate moans resonating between us.

Maybe there is a god, because this girl is straight from Heaven.

Or maybe she’s the devil sent to claim my soul.

Regardless, she consumed every part of me the instant I laid eyes on her.

And no matter where the rest of our story leads, she’ll always be mine. I’ll always be hers.

Our souls will always be one.