Triple Power Play (Obsessed Players Club #1)

27. Jackson

TWENTY-SEVEN

JACKSON

The last twenty-four hours have been a real test of my patience. Aurora was in the hospital for observation overnight while Ethan and I returned to LA.

Leaving her was rough, but it gave him and me time to discuss the future and what’s best for Aurora and the baby. Neither of us wants to complicate things further, and Ethan assures me he’s not trying to replace me, and for some odd reason, I believe him.

This morning, she was released after doctors determined her fainting was caused by anxiety. Again.

Her wrist is only bruised or sprained, and no concussion symptoms were noted. Her obstetrician will monitor her high blood pressure, also potentially brought on by stress. But thankfully, the baby showed no signs of distress and appears to be developing like a champ.

My father received a dislocated shoulder and some bruising when Ricky tackled him to the concrete. If I hadn’t been terrified over Aurora, Kyle’s screams would’ve been music to my ears. I offered Ricky a bonus, but he declined, taking blame for allowing the drunk asshole into the penthouse.

We both agreed no one is allowed up without prior authorization. Aurora’s safety is our top priority.

Kyle might be the police commissioner of the nation’s second-most-populated city, but he’s more corrupt than any prisoner from Alcatraz or Ryker’s.

A special place in Hell awaits him, and if he ever lays a hand on Aurora again, I’ll deliver him there myself.

I purchased the penthouse mainly to keep him away from her—if she granted me another chance. I never even mentioned the property. How he figured out we were here is anyone’s guess. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone watching me.

Aurora loves the beach and everything the resort offers. When we were together, it was one of her favorite places to stay, and when the place expanded, I overbid for the cliffside penthouse to ensure it was hers.

Fate brought Aurora to the club the first night we met, and it couldn’t have been anything other than fate that brought her to Laguna the exact moment I was finalizing the contract. She’s my destiny, and I won’t allow anyone to ruin my second chance.

Which is why I agreed to split Aurora’s time with Ethan. I’ll spend the afternoon with her, and he’ll meet her tonight and take her house hunting in the morning.

At least, that’s the plan for now. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.

For today, I reserved a cabana on the beach and arranged for a picnic. The weather is perfect—it’s a warm fall day, and the California sun is shining.

I can’t stop staring at her lying on the blanket beside me in nothing but a black bikini, showing off her cute baby bump.

Turning to me, she gestures to a group of spectators. “We’re garnering attention.”

I spot two photographers among the crowd, snapping pictures. “You want to go in?”

“No, but we could give them a show.” She flashes that mischievous smile. “You know, because we’re fake dating and all.”

I come up onto my elbows. “There’s nothing fake about us.”

“You didn’t want a public relationship last time we were together, remember?”

“I want it all. I don’t give a fuck about the publicity.”

“Are you sure about that, O’Reilly?” she challenges, getting to her hands and knees.

My heart races. I can barely breathe at the sight of her, let alone think. “Is this a test?”

Before I’m able to make sense of what’s happening, she’s crawling between my legs while biting her bottom lip, giving me a tantalizing view of her perfect tits.

I lay my head down on my crossed arms, trying like hell not to gawk at her half-naked body and pebbled nipples. But when she reaches my abdomen and begins trailing kisses, fuck, does my cock take notice.

Her sinful caramel eyes lock on mine, and I’m a goner. I don’t know if she wants a relationship, public or not, but it’s impossible not to get my hopes—or dick—up.

Agonizingly slow, she kisses up my stomach and chest. I draw in staggered breaths, unable to refrain from shifting my hips, my erection pulsing along with my heartbeat. It’s pure torture.

Her knees straddle my waist, and she gazes down at me. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

Leaning in, she presses her pouty lips to mine, and I can’t take anymore. I wrap my arms around her, weave my fingers into her hair, and deepen the kiss.

Our tongues intertwine, and we’re no longer pretending for the paparazzi. Our kiss becomes urgent and needy, punctuated by soft moans.

She captures my bottom lip between her teeth then whispers, “I’ve missed your mouth.”

“Let me show you what else this mouth can do.”

She moves from my lips to bite and suck my neck, and I sense her smile against my skin. “I remember.”

I release a low groan and flex my hips. My aching erection grinds against her thinly covered pussy, and I’m reminded of our surroundings and the colossal tent I’m pitching.

“Baby, we have to stop. These shorts aren’t gonna hide what you’re doing to me, and I doubt anyone wants to see that.”

What the fuck am I saying? I should let her do whatever she wants. Fuck the cameras.

She keeps going, and when she hits that spot under my ear, goosebumps erupt on my skin.

Yet, nothing compares to the rush of pure adrenaline when she says, “I do. I want it.”

Sitting up with her straddling me, I hastily stand. She encircles my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. I support her with an arm under her ass and make a beeline for the resort, offering the cameras a middle finger.

Aurora can’t stop laughing and giggling. “Jackson, the blankets!”

“Fuck the blankets.”

The staff will pick up the blankets and whatever else we left.

I fumble with the key card in my pocket, cursing myself for not having this picnic on the balcony.

Once I manage to open the door and call the elevator, I adjust her in my arms, palming her ass cheeks. “You better not be teasing me, babe. I swear, my dick will die of sadness.”

The lift is taking forever, and I consider the seven flights of stairs. But with her wrapped around my waist, her warm center pressed to my length, I doubt my cock could handle the friction.

“I’m not teasing you.” She bites my earlobe and drags her nails over my neck. “I could always kiss it and make it better.”

“Aurora, stop, or I’ll fuck you right here. Then no one will question if we’re together.” I dig my fingertips into her thick ass and thrust my erection along her core to emphasize my point.

As soon as the elevator doors open, I’ve got her against the mirrored wall, my lips on hers. Our kiss is full of desperation, our moans filling the quiet space, and I rock my hips to relieve some of the throbbing ache.

All I can think about is being inside her, claiming her.

I miss the way she whimpers my name, the feel of her body beneath mine, the taste of her on my tongue…

“Grab the railing, babe. I need you in my mouth.”

She places her hands on the bar behind her, and I slip to my knees, holding her tight in my grip, her legs over my shoulders. With my thumb, I hook the fabric of her bathing suit aside, revealing the most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.

I waste no time and dive in. I run my tongue along her wet slit, and her sweetness erupts in my mouth, eliciting a groan from deep within my chest.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Lick. “I could live on this alone.” Suck . “Die right here.” Lick .

I devour her, sucking and teasing her clit while her hips writhe and her whimpers become needy. The sounds of her pleading moans and my mouth working her slick sex are interrupted by the ding of the elevator before it comes to a stop.

After fixing her bikini, I set her on her feet and grab her chin, bringing her in for a rough kiss and letting her taste herself on my tongue. We break apart, both of us winded, her cheeks flushed and pupils dilated.

The doors open into the penthouse, and I can’t hold back any longer. I’m taking her on the first available surface.

Thank fuck, Ricky isn’t here.

I push her up against the wall, my forearms trapping her in place. Her hands roam over my abs and chest, and our heavy breaths mingle, filling the silence.

“I love you.” My words come out husky, my body aching with a craving I know only she can satisfy.

Her gaze meets mine, hesitant and vulnerable. “Have you been with anyone else? While we were apart?”

My answer is immediate. “No. Never.”

Shesearches my eyes, and I’m tempted to tell her the truth, but that will undoubtedly kill the mood.

“I don’t even have a condom on me, but if you don’t believe me, I just had my yearly physical.”

“I was tested…for the baby.”

“I trust you. Please, trust me on this. I’d never intentionally hurt you or the baby.”

“Okay,” she whispers and gives my lips a peck.

She spins and loosens the ties of her bikini. The pieces fall to the floor, and I shove off my shorts.

I take in the sight of her luscious naked body, and my cock twitches. She’s the epitome of erotic, with suntanned skin, graceful curves, and those butt dimples that drive me fucking insane.

Every fiber of my being is frantic, greedy for her. She leans on her forearms, and I grip her hips, pulling her closer. I glide my hands over her swollen belly to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples.

She arches her back and whines, “Jax.”

“Damn, I love when you say my name like that.” I trail kisses along the curve of her neck and grind the head of my cock through her drenched slit.

I let out a low, guttural groan and press into her hot, wet cunt.

Her head tips back in a shuddered gasp.

“Fuck, baby.” I thrust home, and her pussy squeezes around me.

Our bodies come together, and my emotions rush to the surface, lust and physical need turning into something different entirely.

It has been months since I’ve felt her this deeply, and I’ve been starving for her.

My forehead falls to her shoulder, tears prickle my eyelids, and my arms crush her to my chest.

Everything hits me at once, and I know if we separate again, I won’t survive. I almost didn’t this time.

I lift my head, inhaling her jasmine and vanilla scent into my lungs. “Stay with me. I’d rather die than hurt you again. Please stay with me.”

She had to foresee this. I’m too attached to engage in something fake or superficial.

Reaching back, her fingers tangle in my hair, and she rocks her hips, seeking friction. “This is your chance, Jax. You know my limits. Now, please, fuck me.”

By limits, she means no cheating, no drugs, and no alcohol.

Easy. Done.

“Fuck, yeah.” I grasp her waist and pound into her, her ass rippling with each slap of my hips. “Fuck, I love you, and I love fucking you.”

Pleasure builds with each stroke, coiling tight in my stomach. There’s no way I’m going to last, having been pining for her with nothing but my hand and fantasies of her.

My balls are throbbing, my legs are twitchy, and my head is hazy with ecstasy. “You feel too fucking good. I’m not gonna last long in your perfect pussy, baby.”

Her fingers in my hair shift to my neck, and her nails bite into my skin. She widens her stance and rises onto her tiptoes, further arching her back, and meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, O’Reilly. Make me yours.”

I slam my hand into the wall and growl, “You are mine.” I angle my hips and sink deep, aiming for the spot I know will have her flooding my dick soon enough. “Always.”

“Don’t stop.” Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip.

I find her clit and circle it with my fingers. “Come for me, baby. Soak my fucking cock.”

“Jax,” she whimpers so sweetly.

It goes straight to my balls. Her low moans turn into unrestrained screams, and her tight-as-fuck pussy grips me.

“God, fuck, baby.”

My eyes fixate on our conjoined bodies, and the sight of my rock-hard shaft glistening with her cum sends me over the edge.

I’m about to withdraw and unload on her ass when I realize… I don’t have to .

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come inside you.” My words are barely above a whisper, nothing but a throaty moan, and I lose my breath, coming harder than I can remember.

So hard my abdominal muscles clench, and I suck air through gritted teeth, my cock jerking with bursts of hot cum that fill her pulsating cunt.

I can’t stop fucking her. Our combined releases drips down her thighs, and a new addiction unlocks in my obsessed brain. “Goddamn, I love that. I’m gonna spend my life filling this pussy.”

We devote the rest of our day to exploring each other’s bodies and making up for what we missed. When we leave Laguna, I’m more exhausted than I am after most games and happier than I’ve been in a long time.