37. Chapter 34
Sloan
“Jax!” I yell from the kitchen in Jax’s apartment to the bedroom where he is getting out of the shower.
“Yeah?” he yells back.
“Did you know Horner was posting a video to all the Mango Ball socials about the draft today?” I’m a little nervous about his response. I know this has been something living in the back of his mind for a few weeks now.
“Yeah. He called me last night,” he says, walking into the main living space in nothing but a pair of sweats using the towel to get the last bits of water from his hair. The sight makes me tighten my thighs and bite my lip.
This isn’t the time, Sloan, I tell myself.
As hot as he looks, I have to prepare myself to be supportive and comfort him if he freaks out.
“The fans have been waiting for this, and messaging him like crazy, so there’s no time like the present.” He smiles, but I can tell he’s at least a little nervous.
“Want to watch it together?” I ask.
“Yeah, let’s see what the official message is to fans.”
I turn down the TV and hit play on the video, and he settles up next to me at the breakfast counter.
“Mango Nation,” Horner says with a bright smile on his face, and Jax squeezes my thigh. “Today is the day you have been waiting for. It’s Day One of the first ever official Mango Ball Draft.”
“You Get What You Give” by New Rascals cuts in with a montage of trick plays, performance, home runs, badass pitches, and fans cheering from all around all the Mango Ball fields.
As soon as the music stops, Horner reappears.
“I’m Horner Banks, the owner of the Mango Bay Moonshots, and founder of Mango Ball.
This year we are doing something extra special for fans for the first time in Mango Ball history.
You decide the home of your favorite Mango Ball players for the upcoming season.
” He smiles and tips his top hat at the camera before walking through the stands of Mango Nation.
“Here are the official rules of the draft.” He holds up one finger, “There are three rounds. Round 1, fans pick three players to grant draft immunity who will stay on their respective teams for the next season. Round 2, there will be a fan poll where one player from each team can either be moved or voted to stay, and one player can be exchanged for immunity by the fan certification team. The fan certification team is randomly drawn from the pool of applicants. In order to apply, the fan must be a season ticket holder at one of the parks. Round 3 will happen before certification, and this round is up to the coaches. Each Coach gets to pick two players to grant coach immunity to, before fans get one final say on any player movement not secured during this round.” He waves to Orbit on the field, and continues down the stairs where he passes the mascots of all the other teams.
Jax points at a comment from USER3245 that makes my stomach turn in knots. It was replaced on the screen by other comments before I could reread it, but it said something about Jax being a great fit in Savannah. I look at him, and his face has lost all color.
“Round 1 opens this week, and the three players who will be granted immunity will be announced at the end of the week. Get to voting, and follow along for live results at 6pm on Friday. The live updates will be announced here on the official Mango Ball page, as well as the new Sloan Barrett Show.” The video ends, and I’m almost nervous to look over at him.
But when I do, Jax looks at me with so much pride in his eyes that it makes me smile.
I close the app on my phone and take his hands in mine.
“What do you want to do tonight? I think we should do something to take your mind off everything,” I suggest.
“Can we order pizza and hang on the couch?” he asks, rubbing his eyes. “I worked all day at the field with Horner, and I’m pretty beat.”
“You got it. I’ll have some breadsticks and salad with the good cheese delivered too.”
“And a side of Ranch.” He looks over his shoulder as he sits on the couch and turns the TV back up. “My card’s on file there. Just have them add it to my account.”
It doesn’t take long for the pizza to come, and the smell makes my stomach growl when Jax sets it out on the coffee table.
“I didn’t know I was so hungry,” I say, grabbing a slice.
He reaches out and swipes at my lips before licking sauce off his finger. “You got sauce on your lip.” He wiggles his brows. “I think I like the taste of it like this better.”
“I bet you do,” I tease.
He watches me intently as I take bites of my salad and pizza, inching closer every few minutes until he’s practically got me in his lap.
“How long are you staying?” he asks.
I look at the time on my phone. “Probably a few more hours. I have to do laundry and finish setting up the studio space for my first show.”
“Do you want me to help you set it up tomorrow?”
“No.” I laugh. “I have to actually get it set up, not be distracted by you trying to undress me every time I bend over to plug in cords and shit.” I laugh.
“What’s wrong with me trying to undress you?” he asks as he takes my empty plate and sets it on the coffee table.
Then he starts to unbutton my shirt and slides it down my arms, placing soft kisses over my skin.
“Nothing, but I only have a few hours to work on it tomorrow.” I arch into his touch and lay my head against the back of the couch to give him better access to my neck.
“Mmm,” I moan as he slides his hands around my waist and pulls at the waistband of my jean shorts.
This causes him to slide me onto my back as he readjusts us on the couch.
The TV blares in the background but it’s quickly drowned out by the sound of him kissing at my neck, my stomach, and down my legs as he pulls my shorts off.
I make my own work at his pants pulling them as far down as I can before his growing erection springs free.
As soon as we are both naked he picks me up, wrapping my legs around him and walks us in front of the giant picture window in the dining room.
“Jax.” His name comes out more of a plea than a warning. I know we are on the top floor, and the only thing facing his window is the beach, but anyone walking on the beach at night could see us.
“Do you trust me?”
His words linger in the air as I look him in the eyes as he sets me on the ground and leaves me standing naked in front of him.
“Of course,” I answer honestly even though I have no idea what he’s referring to.
“Oz and I bought this table at a liquidation store when we moved in. It was brand new, still wrapped in plastic when we brought it home,” he says walking around the table sliding his fingers over the smooth finish.
I look at him confused, not understanding why he wants to talk to me about the kitchen table he and Ozzie rarely ate at.
“This space is big and we wanted to have a place for people to sit when they came over, and we also wanted it to look like a home, not a bachelor pad with a foosball table or something where a kitchen table should be. It was big enough to fit most of the guys, and it came with these leather chairs, so the giant divot in the center wasn’t a big deal to us.
It was the reason we were able to buy it so cheap. ”
His steps slow as he gets to the side of the table farthest from me. “The lady who sold us the table kept asking if we were sure we wanted it, and we didn’t understand until we got home and unwrapped the plastic, and these fell out.”
He reaches under the table and pops out a metal loop from the side of the table with a silk strap attached that resembles the tie to a silk bathrobe. He moves to the other side and sets another loop in place. He does the same as he moves to the end of the table, revealing two more.
I swallow.
“We always joked about who’d be the first to use this table how it was designed to be used, but neither one of us ever did.”
His cock bounces as his words become caught in his throat. “We actually forgot they were here until he was moving and found the key to adjust the metal loops in the top of the coat closet. He left it with a note on my dresser the morning he moved. I didn’t see it until this morning.”
He moves over to me, and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I say, looking over his shoulder at the silk straps dangling near the floor.
“Lay down. On your back,” he says, spinning me around and setting me on the table.
I keep eye contact with him as I scoot back on the table and lower myself onto the smooth surface.
He watches me and I notice his nostrils flare and his hands tighten around the edge of the table as I lay down. He watches me without saying a word and then moves around the table to fasten the silk straps around my wrists.
I close my eyes, and rub my thighs together, never having been this turned on before. I hear the clank of metal as he uses the key to adjust the hooks so they are in line with my ankles, and I break out in goosebumps. He places soft kisses on each ankle as he ties the soft cool fabric around them.
None of the restraints are too tight. I can easily wiggle free if I try, but I love being vulnerable like this for him. Giving him complete control.
He crawls over me, laying soft kisses on my skin until he’s hovering just above my thighs
He bends down, and I can feel his hot breath over me. I shudder, as we get closer and he swipes his tongue over my opening. I try to move, try to get friction, but all I can do is lay here, open for him as he devours me.
He kisses and licks until I’m screaming his name. That’s when he drives two fingers inside me, causing me to pulse around him.
“Come for me, Sloan.” His eyes are dark as he looks up at me before continuing to drive his fingers in and out of me.
I try to move but when I do, the restraints tighten around my arms, and I’m pinned in place. He uses this as an opportunity to pinch my clit with his other hand and bite my inner thigh, making me come undone in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
When I come down, he sits back on his knees and there is a line of precum over his tip, and I lick my lips.
“I want you,” I tell him.
He quietly makes work at loosening the ties and carries me to the couch where he flips me on all fours and lines up with my entrance. He slams into me. “Don’t you dare fucking move,” he demands, but I’m not having it.
I quickly spin around and push him onto his back, and climb on top. I don’t say a word, I pin him with my gaze, and he smirks.
Now, it’s my turn to be in control and the shift of dominance is so hot. He lets me ride him, roll my hips over him, and use him to find my release again before he flips me on my back and empties himself all over my chest.
I look down at his release covering one nipple and swallow. “That’s really hot, Jax,” I say honestly.
He kisses me, “Yeah.”
“I really like your table,” I say with a smile.
“Oh… me too.” His eyes are wild as he looks at me, and I realize. I love him.