Fallon
“She’s an amazing kid. You’ve done a great job with her,” Jett says from my couch with a smile after Harper goes to bed.
His jacket is flung over a chair, and he’s wearing a white T-shirt and jeans that he more than fills out. He’s just so masculine and imposingly handsome. I could stare at him for hours.
The night went well. Harper didn’t stop talking, but she tends to do that when she’s excited. Jett took it all in stride, asking her questions and engaging with her.
After dinner, we made hot fudge sundaes as we sat and watched a movie. Jett pulled me close to him as he always does when we watch TV…or do anything else. Harper was studying us carefully. She’s never seen me with a man, and I’m sure it was a little strange for her.
“Thank you,” I respond as I descend the stairs. “She makes it easy. She’s a good kid.”
“Because you’re her mother.” He motions for me. “Come here.”
I fall onto the sofa next to him, but he immediately lifts me to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around me and softly kisses my lips. “Hmm, much better. It was hard not touching you all night.”
My jaw drops. “You had your hand on my thigh throughout dinner and your arm around me while rubbing my shoulder throughout the entire movie. How is that not touching?”
He smiles into my mouth. “Lips. I need your lips.” His hand moves under the back of my shirt. “Body. I need your body.”
He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth before rolling us until I’m pinned to my sofa with him between my legs. His hardness grinds against me. I feel like a teenager making out with her boyfriend, praying not to get caught.
When he kisses a trail down to my neck, I whisper, “We can’t go all the way tonight. My parents are upstairs.”
He laughs into my neck. “I know. Just a little something to tide me over. I’ve missed you, and I leave tomorrow morning. I hate when we’re apart.”
Our team has had several away games over the past two weeks. When I’m home, I’m with Harper, so we haven’t seen each other much. I’m glad he met her. If she’s agreeable, he can now spend time with us when she’s with me.
As for him, he leaves for mini-camp in the morning and will be gone the rest of the week.
His hands move toward my front before he lifts up my shirt, pulls down my bra, and roughly cups my breasts. I’ve missed his touch. I’ve gotten very spoiled over the past few months. We both know the next few won’t be nearly as easy.
I wrap my legs around him and thrust my hips up, drawing a groan from my man. His warm mouth moves down and surrounds my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth.
He unbuttons my jeans and begins kissing his way down my body. My fingers run through his hair while he peppers my stomach with open-mouth kisses. My arousal is amping up, but I know this can’t last. “Jett,” I breathe. “We have, like, two minutes until she’s thirsty.”
“Hmm, but I’m thirsty too. Let me drink from you.”
He begins to pull my jeans over my hips when we hear, “Mommy,” coming from the top of the stairs. We quickly scramble to sit up and straighten our clothes. I let out a giggle, truly feeling like a teen getting busted.
“Yes, baby,” I shout, a little flustered and breathless.
“I’m parched,” she yells back.
“Coming.”
I mouth, “Sorry,” to a highly disappointed and frustrated Jett before making my way upstairs with a bottle of water.
Yep, this is life with a child, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Jett is arriving home tonight from mini-camp, and I’m at his house waiting for him, wearing a white, sheer babydoll outfit with matching, tiny panties that he bought me.
I’m sitting on a kitchen stool with a glass of white wine, excited to see my man and welcome him home. He should be here any minute.
I’m daydreaming about what our rare night alone will entail when my phone rings. I look down at it to see that it’s Tanner. He has Harper tonight so I accept the call immediately.
“Hey, Tan. Is Harper okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine,” he assures me. “She’s sound asleep.
I’d like to discuss scheduling with you if you have a minute.
This revamped summer arrangement is throwing me off.
Bailey and I have conflicting days on our calendars.
One of us is wrong. Plus, I might need a change or two based on our personal schedule. ”
“No problem,” I answer. “I know my basketball schedule has messed with things. Tell me what you need, and I’ll do everything I can to accommodate. My parents can help too.”
Just as he’s rattling off date confirmations, Jett walks in. He’s wearing Camels’ apparel, including black sweatpants, a forest-green T-shirt, and a matching hat.
That shirt is tight across his chest. His arm muscles are practically taunting me. I lick my lips. Fucking hell, he’s so hot. It should be illegal to dress casually and look that sexy.
I mouth, “It’s Tanner,” while I point to the phone.
His jaw tics as he drops his bag and stalks toward me like a man on a mission. I can’t help but smile as he approaches me. I’m gonna get it so good tonight.
Uncaring that I’m on the phone with my ex-husband, Jett grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine for a hard, wet kiss. He feasts on my lips with urgency as our days’ long-pent-up need comes pouring out of him. I can’t help but whimper into his mouth, missing him as much as he missed me.
God, I love how he never shields his need for me. I love so many things about this man, but I think I love that the most.
He breaks this kiss, leaving me breathless and needy. His lips move to my unoccupied ear, where he whispers, “Keep talking. Don’t hang up.”
Huh? Why? Shouldn’t he want me off the phone as soon as possible?
Tanner asks about specific dates, and I answer, “Yes, you can have the fifteenth. There’s a home game that night if you want to bring her.”
He mentions something about an Anacondas’ game while Jett’s hands slowly run up my legs until they reach the sides of my panties. He mouths, “Lift.”
I do, and he slides them down and off my legs, inhaling them before aimlessly tossing them to the side.
Spreading my thighs wide, he stares at my most intimate region with desire written all over his handsome face and in his pants.
For some reason, I especially love it when he’s hard in sweatpants.
He can’t hide anything. There’s something so deliciously sexual about it. Especially a man of his size.
He casts his hat aside, leaving his hair messy, the way it looks when I run my fingers through it. His hands slide up my bare stomach until they cup my breasts. He then leans forward and suctions his lips to my neck with his hardness pushing against my core.
“Are you listening?” Tanner asks.
I’m brought back to the call while Jett devours my neck with a slew of drugging kisses as he pinches and plays with the hard peaks of my nipples. “Yes, sorry. Umm…say that last part again. Bad connection,” I lie.
Tanner sighs in annoyance. “We’re out of town during your late July road trip.”
“Okay,” I breathlessly answer as shivers dance over my skin and my arousal ramps up. “I can either bring her with me, or my p…parents will take her.” I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“She has a game that week,” he replies. “She can’t travel. That’s why we can’t take her with us.”
Jett removes his T-shirt and again whispers in my ear, “Do not end this call. Do you understand me, naughty girl?”
I nod but have no clue what’s going on. Why does he care so much about the call? But I don’t care because topless Jett is even better than tight shirt Jett.
“Okay, my parents will take her,” I manage to respond into the phone. “I’ll let them know.”
Jett roughly pulls my legs around his waist and lifts me, carrying me to his sofa. He lies on his back with me on top of him, and whispers, “Keep talking to him while you sit on my face. Let’s see how long you can keep quiet with my mouth on your creamy cunt.”
My eyes widen, and he nods.
Easily lifting me, he places me on his face with my pussy right over his mouth. I suck in a breath as his mouth meets my center.
“Does that work?” Tanner asks.
I have no idea what the question was, but I moan, “Yes,” as Jett’s tongue runs through my slit, and my whole body shakes with tremors.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this,” Tanner continues.
Shit. I have no clue what I just agreed to, but right now, I don’t care.
“S…send an email with all the changes…yes…yes…changes.” I have no idea what’s coming out of my mouth.
“Umm, okay. Everything alright over there?”
“Oh god yes,” I think I moan.
Jett’s tongue applies the perfect amount of pressure as it makes quick, methodical circles over my clit.
His thumb teases and then pushes deep into my entrance, eliciting a breathy sound from my throat.
I unabashedly rub myself all over his face and thumb as my climax quickly builds from my neglected pussy that has ached for him since he was last there.
“Keep going,” I shout.
“Right,” Tanner says. “I assume you want her for your birthday?”
“Yes, yes,” I pant as the pressure builds inside, primed for a big explosion.
Jett lifts his head and growls, “This is my pussy,” a little too loudly. A lot loudly.
I gasp at the volume while Tanner pauses mid-sentence. “Do you have company?”
“Oh…umm…Jett just walked in.”
“Yeah,” Tanner says skeptically, “let’s finish this conversation later when you’re not so…busy. Have a…good night.”
I can’t be bothered with pleasantries. Fortunately, the call signals that he ended it. I drop my phone to the ground without a care in the world other than what Jett is doing to my body.
My eyes meet Jett’s, and I see an uncharacteristic smugness in them. I’m realizing what this is. He’s claiming me as his. He wanted Tanner to hear that.
That should bother me, but it just turns me the fuck on. Before I know it, my orgasm is spiraling through my body like a hurricane in the ocean, building steam until it crashes onto the shore and I come apart, squirting almost violently into his waiting mouth.
Before I have a chance to regain my senses, he’s got me flipped over on all fours. Within seconds, his giant dick plunders into me so forcefully I’m jerked forward and my face smashes into the sofa.
He yells out, “I want to be deeper inside you than anyone ever has.”
“You are,” I shout.
Holding my arms behind me as his leverage while he stretches my shoulders to the max, he ruts into me like a man possessed. The primal sounds he’s making are so unlike him.
I push back against him, wanting him to know how much I’m loving this side of him. I love all sides of Jett, but out-of-control, possessive Jett might be my new favorite.
He pierces the deepest abyss of my body so damn possessively that it’s like he’s trying to mark me. That or fuck me into the sofa.
Tilting my ass up, I yell, “Spank me.”
He obliges and hits me so fucking hard on the ass that my orgasm comes out of nowhere and ricochets through my body like a torpedo. Just as it’s hitting, his fingers find my clit, prolonging the pleasure and causing me to ruin his couch.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re in the shower while he gently washes me in a manner that’s totally in contrast with the way he just fucked me.
His hands move over every inch of my body in reverence. I keep waiting for him to talk, but he’s been silent since we finished having sex. He just held me close when it was over until he decided it was time for us to shower, and he carried me upstairs.
I guess I’m going to have to broach it. “Are we going to talk about whatever that was?” I ask.
He licks his lips nervously as uncertainty finds his face. “Did you not enjoy it?”
I lift an eyebrow. “I think the fact that you have to buy a new sofa indicates I did.” I cup his coarse face with my hand. “Are you jealous of Tanner?”
His pained expression gives me my answer.
“You have no reason to be,” I offer.
He rubs my arms with his hands. “I’m sorry.
Your relationship with him is so different from my relationship with Ginny.
I tolerate her. Barely. Our conversations are five words.
You and Tanner are genuinely friends. You loved him.
You had a good physical relationship with him.
Sometimes that image haunts me.” He briefly tucks his lips under his teeth. “Am I enough for you?”
My heart can’t take this. He makes me feel so secure in his love. I’m sad I don’t do the same for him.
I wrap my arms around his waist and look up into his beautiful green eyes.
“Tanner is the father of my child. I will always have a relationship with him and will always care for him. You, Jett Jeffries, are the love of my life. I’m head over heels in love with you.
I thought I loved Tanner until I found you.
You give me so much more than he ever did.
I can’t and won’t live without you.” I move to my tippy toes and kiss his big, soft lips.
“You own my heart, body, and soul in a way he never did and never could. Please don’t ever doubt it again, my love. ”
He nods as he brings his forehead to mine and holds me as close to him as he can. “I’m sorry. I came home to you dressed all sexy and on the phone with him, with a big smile on your face. Something snapped in me. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I subtly shake my head. “Once again, sofa. Ruined. And that smile was for you. Because I was so happy to see you. Because you looked like you were about to devour me, and I was excited for it.”
The dimple makes an appearance as he grins. “Ginny picked out that sofa. I never liked it. Can you help me pick out a new one? One you like.”
“Yes.” I kiss his chest before looking back up at him so our eyes meet. “No more doubting us ever again. Okay?”
He nods. “Okay.”