32. Ozzy
Ozzy
“ Y ou know,” Theo starts, though her eyes are laser-focused on the pretty brunette on the dance floor.
It’s ladies’ night again at The Spur, which means Theo is picking up, and somehow I got roped into being her “wingman.” I would much rather be sitting on the couch with Jackson, trying to continue to work up the nerve to get him to spend the night in my bed.
But alas, here I am, watching the ladies quite literally throw themselves on Theo.
“Dr. Denise is still needing a nurse. The one Pops told you about. I went there yesterday, and she asked what you were up to and if you had any interest in working in an office.”
I take a sip of my bottled water. I do remember him mentioning her briefly, but I had brushed it off, not wanting to think about another position because that would’ve meant accepting Morris’ passing.
“Who is she again?” I ask as Niamh walks over and sets a basket of soft pretzel bites down in front of us. I notice she has a face mask on today, covering her from her nose down. It looks like it’s overheating her. Her face is flushed, and a sheen of sweat coats her forehead.
“She is our lady doctor,” Theo continues slowly while eyeing our friend in confusion.
“Handles all our exams, prenatal, and does home births if the ladies can’t get to the hospital in the city.
She’s very nice. Her old nurse retired last month, and we don’t get many medical professionals in this town, so I’m sure you’ll be getting job offers from her and the town’s primary doctor, Dr. Hill.
If you’re looking to stay around.” I knew of Dr. George Hill.
I talked to him multiple times over the months to get refills for Morris’ prescriptions.
“Yeah, I do recall Morris mentioning that. I guess I could give her a call tomorrow,” I say softly.
Theo grins.“Well alright, we might just be able to keep you around.”
I laugh lightly. “I would like to stay here. It’s certainly quiet.” However, the quiet isn’t the real reason I want to stay. My eyes flicker to the opening front door, and I watch my real reason walking through the door with Jensen by his side. Theo glances up and rolls her eyes.
“Niamh, lover boy is here,” I watch the look of horror shine in Niamh’s eyes as she starts brushing back her hair and taking off her apron to reveal her light blue flannel shirt.
“Shit,” she whispers. “He never comes in on ladies’ night.”
Theo snorts. “Looks like Jackson is dragging him along.” I smile shyly as our eyes lock, and goddamn this man.
His rugged looks and piercing eyes. The eyes that bore into my fucking soul when we have sex.
I never thought I would want sex again, but he is kind and patient and constantly communicates with me.
I didn’t know sex could be like that. It’s otherworldly.
The orgasms he gives are otherworldly. I wonder if I should thank him for the fantastic sex…
but like, how? Do they make a thank you card for that?
“Hi Jensen!” Niamh beams brightly, though I can tell it’s forced.
I watch Jensen look away and cough into his hand.“Is our table available?” he asks meekly.
The poor girl visibly deflates, and I have the urge to smack him upside his head.
“Jensen.” Theo shoves the man with her boot. “Don’t be an asshole, Niamh said hi.”
“Oh,” Niamh shakes her head and looks away, “No, it’s fine, um… It’s not right now, sorry.” There is an awkward moment of silence before she takes a step back. “Well, I better be off. I need to actually do my job,” Niamh jokes and walks off, leaving me to glare at the man.
“Wowww…” I mutter. “A real panty dropper right here.” I muse, causing Theo to choke on her beer as she tries not to spray it everywhere.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen huffs, staring at where Niamh walked off.
“It means,” Theo drawls, spinning to look at her brother, “that you could be tapping her ass if you weren’t such an idiot.”
Jensen’s face blanches before looking away. “I have no desire to tap her ass ,” he whispers, his face going from ghost white to red. “She is my friend, and that’s all.”
“Uh huh, well that’s a good thing because I think someone else moved in on her ass.” Theo snorts at Jensen’s almost feral expression, “Alright, Romeo, come on. I need someone less attractive than me so I look better by comparison. Ozzy has been getting all the numbers tonight.”
I laugh as Theo finishes her beer and drags a grumbling Jensen away.
I stare shyly at Jackson, who raises a brow.
“You look awfully familiar,” he teases, and I roll my eyes while he sits on the stool beside mine.
“No, no, I swear, I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere before…
” He taps his chin before snapping his fingers. “That’s right! You’re an actress!”
I scoff and give him a quizzical look, “Alright, I’ll bite. No, I’m not an actress,” I say, unable to fight the smile pulling at my lips.
“Really?” His voice is low and smooth, and he has that cocky smirk front and center. “Because you’ve been starring in my dreams every night.”
“Oh my god,” I groan between laughs. “Please tell me that’s never worked before.”
He leans in closer, his lips hovering a whisper away from mine. “I don’t know. Ask me again tomorrow.” I bite my bottom lip and watch his eyes flick to them. “Dance with me,” he says, and I pull back.
“W-what?” I laugh, looking at the floor.
“I said, dance with me. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting at the bar all night.”
“What makes you think I haven’t been out there? Theo told you I’ve been very popular.” I watch his lip curl just the slightest bit before he covers it up.
“Careful, Tink,” he warns, extending his hand.
I take it as he leads me to the dance floor.“Careful of what?” I ask as a slow song starts, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’m trying to be a good man, but if you go around poking me, I will show you a different side.” His hand rests on the small of my back, and I love the heat it’s causing.
I give him a playful smirk.“Oh? And what side is that?”
Jackson leans in, his hot breath on my ear causes goosebumps.“The side that will rip the eyes out of any mother fucker stupid enough to look at you.” He kisses my ear before pulling back.
“You have a jealous side?” I gasp, somewhat stunned. Jackson just never came off as that type. Sure, he threatened that guy the last time we were here, but that was because he was grabbing me.
“With you?” His hand reaches up and cups my face, “Baby, I told you, I will burn this world down for you. I will turn into the worst kind of man to keep you protected. And I have no problem beating the shit out of anyone who tries to take you from me.” I stare up into his eyes, which are so serious.
Part of me feels like this would’ve given me pause months ago, but now, I know him.
I know Jackson is a good man. Leaning up, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth and run my tongue over it, earning a groan from him.
“Ozzy, you drive me fucking mad.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I smile softly. “Can I ask you for something?” I say tentatively.
“Baby, I’ve told you, you don’t have to ask. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it.” He says while inhaling my neck while we continue the slow dance.
“Stay with me tonight,” I force out, even though I’m terrified. “Stay in my bed.”
Jackson pulls back and scans every part of my face, something I’ve noticed he does to make sure I’m comfortable with what I’m saying.
He must be satisfied with whatever he sees, because he kisses my forehead. “Come on, then.”
“W-what?” I laugh as he leads me off the dance floor. “Now? It’s like nine o’clock!”
“Uh huh, yep, gotta go, wayyyy past your bedtime.”
I squeal as he throws me over his shoulder, causing the bar to let out whistles and cheers before making his way to the truck.
“Are you really sure?” Jackson asks for the millionth time as I sit on my bed.
“Jackson, if you don’t get on this fucking bed, I’m going to kick you out,” I warn while watching him remove his jeans and shirt. He crawls into the bed, and I watch as he lays completely straight. Aww… he’s nervous. Chuckling softly to myself, I slide over to him.
“Can I touch you?” I ask softly.
He gives me a slight smirk.“Always”
I grin as I kiss his chest while my hand slides down his stomach to his waistband.
I hear his sharp intake of air and smirk as he lets out the sexiest noise when my hand grips his shaft.
“Mmm… fuck, baby,” he pants, and I make my way down until I’m at eye level with his rapidly hardening dick.
I lick him from base to tip, relishing in the hiss he lets out.
“Fucking god, Ozzy… baby, you… You don’t have something for me to hold on to. ”
Looking up from swirling my tongue around his head, I see what he is talking about. I don’t have a headboard yet.
“If you grab my belt–”
“Fuck my mouth,” I interrupt, shocking us both.
He blinks several times as he tries to compute what I just said.“Ozzy?—”
“You told me if I want it, I just have to say it.” I move off of Jackson and fall to my knees on my floor. “I want you to hold my head and fuck my mouth like you do my pussy.”
He stands, looking down at me in apprehension.“How are you going to say stop? You have to give me a way of knowing it’s too much, or I will have to say no, baby.”
I look around before reaching onto the nightstand and grabbing his phone.“I’ll signal with this,” I say, waving the phone.
He still looks nervous but nods.“Alright, I’m going to grip your head…
” I close my eyes at the feeling as his fingers hold my skull.
“Open that mouth, sweet girl,” he breathes, and I obey, opening wide while looking up at him.
His jaw is slack as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth.
He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and is about to pull out when I grip his hips and force him in further.
My eyes fill with tears that roll down my cheeks as I try to adjust. After a moment, I moan, letting him know I’m okay.
“Goddamn,” he groans, and I feel his grip tighten as he pulls back and thrusts back in.
My one hand grips his hip while the other massages his balls, causing him to throw his head back, his abs tight and his chest heaving.
“You feel so good, Ozzy. You’re doing so well.
You okay, baby?” he pants out, and it fills my heart that he continues to check in with me.
I give him a small nod and a moan as I hollow my cheeks, sucking on him as he continues.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He runs a thumb over my tear-stained cheek.
“Fuck, that’s… right there, baby. I’m coming; get off now, or it’s going down your throat.
” I don’t get off. I put him in fully as I feel his release coat my throat.
“Ozzy!” He grinds out my name on a breathy cry as his hips thrust a couple more times.
I lick and suck him clean before he helps me stand.
“Ozzy…” His voice is soft and stunned.
I smile and kiss his palm.“You looked tense. Maybe now you will relax and cuddle me,” I tease.
I go to the bathroom to clean up, and upon returning, I find Jackson back in my bed. This time, I curl up against him, and he wraps himself around me. I wait to feel claustrophobic, but it doesn’t come this time. This time, I close my sleepy eyes and fall into a deep sleep.