Jett
“So, did he look like Quasimodo?” an intruding husky female voice yells loudly as it wakes me from a peaceful slumber. It sounds like she’s ascending the stairs in Fallon’s house, heading toward us.
I slowly blink my eyes open and notice the sun peeking through the bedroom curtains and find Fallon naked and fast asleep on top of me, snuggled peacefully into my chest with the sheet resting on the sultry curve of her lower back.
I’m confident I’ve never woken up this content and carefree in my entire life.
I’ve been carrying a weight on my shoulders for so long I didn’t realize it resided there until just now, when it disappeared. I haven’t felt this light for a quarter of a century.
I can’t help but smile as realization hits me. This is what happiness feels like. This is how you’re supposed to feel when you wake up in the morning next to the person you choose to be with.
I wrap my arms tightly around her and inhale her feminine, floral scent. She might taste like the sweetest candy, but she smells like flowers, and I can’t get enough of it. I’m already totally gone for this woman.
Last night was incredible. We were insatiable for each other. It was undoubtedly the most intense sexual experience of my life. Fallon is an animal. And her mouth? Wow. Not expected but more than welcome.
After the animalistic fucking in the kitchen, we went upstairs and did it again in her bed. I assumed she’d want it slower and more lovingly, but instead she made me get my cowboy hat from the car to wear when I fucked her, and then she wore the hat and rode me like a cowgirl.
She’s so uninhibited. I’m officially addicted. That didn’t take long.
The footsteps draw closer, and the female voice enters the room, bellowing, “Are you still sleeping? You never sleep this la—”
As she opens the door fully, she cuts herself short when she sees us, screaming, “Holy shit,” in an overly loud and unwelcome tone. It’s like nails on a chalkboard.
At that, Fallon begins to stir and slowly turns her head toward the bedroom door, though it still rests on my chest. “Reggie?” she croaks out in the sweetest morning voice ever created. “What are you doing here?”
I love that she doesn’t scramble to get off me. She’s practically dead weight on top of me, and I’m more than happy to have her this close and comfortable with me.
The woman with wild, dark curly hair, who apparently is her coworker, Reggie, stands there staring at me with her mouth wide open like a fish before shaking her head and announcing, “He’s literally the opposite of Quasimodo. He’s like Modelmodo instead. Sexymodo. Hottiemodo. Fuckablemodo.”
Fallon giggles into my chest. “No truer words have ever been spoken. He’s so hot, right?”
Reggie robotically nods, still staring at me. “Was he created in a lab? Am I looking at AI? That’s what he looks like. One of those online AI-created hot guys that don’t really exist.”
Fallon laughs again while they ogle me as though I can’t hear them. I try to bite back my smile but otherwise remain silent, unsure what to say and more than happy for them to continue.
Still without bothering to move an inch, Fallon says, “Jett, this is my good friend Reggie. Reggie, this is Jett.”
Reggie’s eyes widen in realization. “As in Jett Jeffries? The former quarterback and current coach?”
“Guilty as charged,” I admit. “Nice…to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but I’ve got a Sexymodo of my own on top of me.”
Fallon gasps as if just realizing where she is and tries to move, but I tighten my hold on her. “Don’t even think about moving. Stay right where you are,” I command with an authoritative tone I don’t recognize.
She happily obliges and relaxes back onto me. My hands rub her smooth, soft back, encouraging her to remain in her sated state.
Reggie shrugs. “I’m guessing the blind date went well,” she announces sarcastically.
“I’m pretty sure he’s the fantasy of every blind date any woman has ever been on in the history of the world.
” She rolls her eyes. “That’s so on brand for you, Fallon.
Most people pray for a six or seven out of ten on a blind date.
You went and found yourself a billion out of ten. ”
Fallon giggles again. She’s so damn cute. “Yes, it went well,” she answers. After a contented yawn, she continues, “Go make yourself useful and brew us some coffee. We’ll be down in a little bit.”
Reggie grins widely. “Take your time. No rush.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down and then turns, walks out the door, and closes it behind her.
Fallon mumbles into my chest, “Sorry I slept on you. Give me one more minute and then I’ll get off you. I’m so comfy though.” She nuzzles her nose back into my chest. “Hmm, I want to pitch a tent and live here.”
I rub her back. “You keep moaning like that,” I respond, “and I’ll be the one pitching a tent.”
I can feel her smile into me before she wiggles her hips over my erection. “You’re already pitching a tent, but I should get up.”
I grab her head with both hands, lift it until our eyes meet, and whisper, “Stay as long as you want,” before I lean my head forward and softly kiss her lips.
She sighs into my mouth, and I take that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, but she quickly jerks back and turns her head. “I have morning breath.”
“Don’t care.” I forcefully pull her lips back to mine. My tongue pushes its way into her mouth. She resists at first but eventually gives in to the kiss with her tongue meeting mine.
I roll us until she’s on her back and I’m between her spread legs. I run my aching cock through her wet center, and she lets out a moan into my mouth.
She tilts her head back, breaking this kiss again. “Oh god, don’t start,” she pants. “I won’t be able to stop. We should get dressed and go downstairs.”
I shake my head as I take her wrists and pin them above her head. “You’re not the boss, Fallon. I am.”
At that, I swivel my hips and slide deep inside her, happily watching on as she succumbs to the sensation and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
After more life-altering sex, we take a shower where she obliges me by letting me slowly wash her sexy body. I love touching and studying her curves. Forget the anticipation shower. The post-sex shower is so much better.
By the time we’re done, I’m hard again. If she only knew what a struggle that’s been for me in the past. I can’t get enough of her though.
We finally begin to get dressed. She throws her hair into a messy bun and is wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt without a shred of makeup. I look her up and down. “I prefer you like this.”
“Like what?” she asks as she sits on the bed and slides her feet into socks.
“No makeup. No fancy clothes. Messy hair. You’re so naturally beautiful. You don’t need anything to enhance it.”
“You’re very charming, Mr. Jeffries.” She smirks. “And a very hot fuck.”
I help her off the bed to stand and pull her into my arms. “You have quite a mouth on you, Ms. Montgomery.”
She scrunches her face as her arms wrap around my waist while resting her chin on my chest. “Ugh, I know. It’s bad, isn’t it?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I love it. You’re perfect just as you are.”
She motions her head toward the door. “Come on. Let’s get this walk of shame over with. Reggie is definitely cooking up something humiliating down there.”
I keep my hold on her and look into her eyes. “Are we okay? I know you were surprised to see me last night, but I’m hoping it was a good surprise?” I ask hopefully.
She gives me a soft smile. "You've spent most of the past eight hours inside my body. I’d say it was a very good surprise.” She pulls back and sighs.
“My concerns haven’t changed, Jett. They’re still there.
There was a reason I declined your invitations all those months ago.
I know what kind of job you have, but I’m done fighting it.
I’ve spent the past five months unable to forget you.
Lloyd was the only thing keeping me sane.
To find out you’re the same person?” She shrugs.
“We have undeniable chemistry. I guess we’re officially seeing where things go. ”
I can’t help the huge grin that takes over my face.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t look so damn happy. You should play harder to get. And if you keep showing off that dimple, I’m going to sit on it.”
I have to adjust myself in my jeans as I begin to harden again. “Shit, don’t say things like that when I’m about to see your friend.”
“Friends,” she corrects. “Can’t you hear them all cackling down there? Reggie undoubtedly called in the troops after realizing you were here. Prepare yourself for outrageous, childish behavior.”
I take her hand in mine. “Let’s do it. I’m looking forward to putting faces with names. And Fallon,” I kiss her hand, “I’m going to do everything I can to alleviate your concerns and be what you need.”
Her face softens. “You might be too sweet for me.”
I smile as we walk out of her bedroom and down her stairs.
I do, in fact, hear a lot of cackling. The voices hush as we descend the stairs.
By the time we reach the bottom step, a song starts playing.
I don’t recognize it, but Fallon clearly does.
She starts giggling while I listen closely to the lyrics. “I just had sex. And it felt so good.”
“Is this a real song?” I ask.
She nods through her laughter while her friends all cheer at our arrival. There are three other women besides Reggie, one of whom I know, sitting on stools at her kitchen island with mugs of coffee. All are obviously older than Fallon.
“Took you long enough,” Reggie says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What were you doing? Braiding each other’s hair? Painting toenails? Exchanging recipes?”
The girls all giggle like they’re schoolgirls. It’s kind of cute.
Fallon points to the familiar, petite, attractive woman with brown hair, dressed similarly to Fallon. “Jett, this is Darian Knight.”
Darian and I smile at each other. “We play pickleball together,” I tell Fallon. “Darian is a beast on the court.” She’s crazy competitive. Most of the women are afraid to play with her.
She lets out a laugh. “It’s good to see you, Jett.” She bites back a smile. “I didn’t know he was your date, Fallon.”
“Me neither.” She points to a taller woman who’s dressed a bit more stylishly, with dark hair and blue eyes.
“This is Cassandra.” She points to another petite woman in overalls who looks like she spent the morning painting.
“This is Amanda. Darian and Cassandra are attorneys married to a father and son, though I suppose you know Jackson.” I nod.
“Cassandra is the cougar. Amanda is the artist. You’ve probably heard of her husband, Beckett Windsor. ”
Oh wow. Beckett Windsor is a billionaire entrepreneur. This is a power group.
I shake all their hands and exchange normal pleasantries.
Cassandra looks me up and down. “You’re a big man, Jett. Even bigger than you look on television.”
“I’m surrounded by professional football players on television, not a group of beautiful women. I much prefer starting my mornings with you. I’m usually in a smelly gym with those Neanderthals at this hour.”
She smiles in approval. “Good answer.”
Fallon pulls my arm. “Come. I’ll pour you some coffee.”
I shake my head. “No need. You ladies enjoy it. I’ll grab some on my way home. Will you walk me to my car?”
She nods. “Of course.”
I look at her friends. “It was nice to meet you all. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.”
They all wish me well. I can hear Cassandra’s catcalls regarding my ass as we walk toward Fallon’s garage door. When I went to get the cowboy hat, she offered to let me park in her garage for the night.
Once alone, I pull her into my arms again and kiss her lips. “Can I see you tonight?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll be at Tanner’s. Schedules permitting, Sunday dinners are kind of a thing for us, even when I’m not living there.”
She explained to me last night that she’s been living at Tanner’s house for the past three months while helping Bailey. She wants to leave but needs to rip the Band-Aid off slowly because Harper is enjoying having both her parents under one roof. She said it will probably be a few more weeks.
“Tomorrow night?” I ask.
She smiles. “You’re terrible at the whole playing hard to get thing.”
I chuckle. “I’m not looking to play games. You know I want you. Badly.”
She nods. “I do. And I’m flattered. Text me. We’ll make a plan to get together one night this week.” She winks at me. “I’ll look into some sexy lingerie.”
During our pillow talk last night, I questioned her about being restrained.
How far she likes to take things. It turns out she takes it very far.
She likes to be tethered or restrained in any way.
She gets off on giving up control. She then put it on me to tell her something I might enjoy.
The only thing that came to mind was seeing her sexy body in lace.
I can think of a million outfits I’d love to watch her prance around the house wearing.
Hmm, maybe instead of flowers, I’ll send her something from a lingerie shop today.