Triple Power Play (Obsessed Players Club #1)

34. Jackson

THIRTY-FOUR

JACKSON

She stares straight into my eyes, lust shining in her pleading gaze. “Fuck me. Make me come, Jax.”

She’s erotic and seductive and mind-blowing and freaking me out.

Not that I don’t love it. It’s hot as fuck, and my cock is aching to give her what she’s begging for.

But it’s different.

When we began dating, she’d only had sex once, and the asshole ruined it for her. She was nineteen, shy, and intimidated by me. It took weeks for her to warm up to penetrative sex, which was fine.

Now, she’s grabbing her tits, taunting me, and demanding what she wants.

She’s different.

I slow my pace, wanting to prolong this moment. I’ve always been enamored with her, attached to her as if she’s my lifeline. I’ve been obsessed with getting her back.

Finally, she’s in my grasp. I’m balls-deep, and being with her is more intimate and incredible than ever, but doubt creeps in. The fear of losing her has gripped me stronger than ever.

She’s allowing me to be a significant part of her life, placing her trust in me, but she’s also slipping away. She has other people and a developing career to support her. Ethan will do anything for her.

Since ditching me, she has become more independent, flying solo and doing fine. No matter how much I spoil her, how many places I buy for her, or where I tattoo her name, she can leave.

She’s not dependent on me. She may want me, but she doesn’t need me.

I gaze at her, vulnerable and open beneath me, mine for the taking, and I want to be buried deep inside her until neither of us can walk. Until I no longer know where I end and she begins.

But I want it all . Desperately. Mind, body, soul, every part of her.

“Jax.”

My eyes connect with hers.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, winded and annoyed.

Careful not to apply any pressure on her stomach, I lower myself over her, resting on my forearms and intertwining our fingers above her head. “This feels different.”

“It’s you.”

My brows pinch together. “You don’t feel it?”

Her smooth legs wrap higher around my waist. “I feel you .”

I stare at her, dumbfounded.

Her flirtatious mood dissipates, and her face contorts into an expression of confusion. “Wait, are we not talking about sex?”

Is she talking about sex? I pause mid-thrust, trying to clarify my thoughts. “I mean…how is it me?”

“You’re bigger and harder now… ”

Now that I’ve stopped drinking.

She doesn’t need to say it for me to get the meaning.

Her walls flex around me in emphasis, and I don’t know if I should be proud or embarrassed. She has always been small. I figured it was her.

“I didn’t mean sex, but thanks for that. I’ll never drink again, that’s for sure.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “I meant us . This bond between us. It’s different. Stronger, but not at the same time. You know?”

She scowls. “Not? How?”

“You’re less attached to me while I’m becoming more attached to you.”

“That’s not true.” She releases my hand to run her fingers through my hair. “Don’t overthink this. Please. I want to stay with you. Leaving for New York has nothing to do with lacking attachment to you. You have hockey. I have modeling. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have each other.”

Her words sink in, and it’s almost enough to satisfy the greedy monster within me.

“Will you stop working after the baby comes?”

Her arm flops to the mattress dramatically. “Seriously? Are we doing this right now?”

“Yes. I need to know before you leave.” I give a sly smile. “While I have you trapped beneath me.”

I pull out, then slide in as deep as I can. She sucks in a gasp, and I do it again with more force. She writhes her hips and meets my thrusts.

Then, I stop. “Answer me.”

“So manipulative,” she whines. “I’ll work less and on the West Coast. Happy now?”

I understand it’s difficult for her to give up her independence, but I need more than a compromise. I’m selfish.

“I want you to travel with me. With us.”

Kind of hard not to include Ethan, since he’ll be there. Not sure how that’ll pan out.

Fucking in secret? Shared hotel rooms? Separate nights?

“We’ll figure it out,” she says. “For now, can we get back to business?”

She squeezes around me, and it’s phenomenal, but I’m not finished.

“God, another reason I’m addicted to you.” I leisurely pump into her tight-as-fuck pussy. “One more question, then I’ll let you have my dick’s undivided attention.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot.”

I kiss her neck, then her jaw, then her lips. “Will you have my baby next?”

Her eyes widen, and her brows raise. “What?”

She tries to sit up, but I have her pinned.

“We’ve been together for two days, Jackson.”

“No, two years. A few months apart mean nothing.” I grind against her clit and bite her pouty bottom lip. “I want a baby with you.”

“You’ve reached a whole new level of insanity, O’Reilly. Is there a badge or a bonus or?—”

I cut her off with a slam of my hips, my cock hitting deep.

She releases a lusty moan and wraps her legs around me. “Keep doing that, and I might give you anything you want.”

I do it again then stop, and she whimpers.

“I’m being serious. I want you. I want this. I want a life together.”

She glares at me, and I glare at her.

She sighs, and I know I’ve got her.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you promise never to do what you told me earlier and stay sober, I’ll give you the life you want.”

The feeling is indescribable. Elation. Euphoria. Hope .

“As long as I have you.” I can’t guarantee more than that, but I know I’m not fucking this up. I grin and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck a baby into you so hard…as soon as this one vacates.”

She grows tighter and wetter, and I pound into her with renewed energy. When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips and her cunt drenching my cock, sending me into the sweetest oblivion.