Chapter 34 Francesca
Francesca
It’s been six days since the fight at Jackson's house. I am angry, sad, and disappointed. I even tried backing away from Jackson in hopes that those two would repair their relationship. But he wasn’t having it and wouldn’t let me go.
If Adam could just see that side of him, I know he would be happy that we’re together.
I know Adam knows Jackson is a good guy which leads me to believe that his outrage over our relationship has nothing to do with Jackson and me being together, but more to do with him thinking Jackson will leave him now, for me.
Chelsea left him and I think that’s what he’s focused on.
I still don’t know what happened between him and Chelsea.
I know they’ve been in touch as Adam has been extremely upset.
She won’t reach out to me, despite my attempts to reach out to her, she won’t respond.
The dinner at Jacksons’ was a shit show.
A downright gold medal of a horror night.
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Adam.
I didn’t want to keep secrets. I got caught up in playing the part for Jackson, to get him noticed and in the excitement of being in a new relationship.
I was selfish and should have been looking out for everyone else.
“Chess, don’t pull away from me. I’m sorry for how it all went down, Adam can hate me, but I want you and I don’t want to pretend anymore. I won’t apologize for it.”
I brought the mess that is Goldman PR to Jacksons’ front door.
Thank God Nick didn’t push any lawsuits.
After Chief Hunter contacted him and told him his district wouldn’t entertain it, he also let Nick know his timing for making a claim was up and that it would look bad for him if he continued to go after Jackson.
I’m still wondering why Nick went radio silent on this whole episode.
Tony and I both worked out a press release saying charges were not being brought on Jackson and in turn, pushed for the press to focus on the team’s future state title.
It worked.
After the Comets won their last regular season game, standings were released putting them in first place.
We knew they would be, even with the one loss.
The schedule for semifinal games was printed and the press descended on our small town.
Between the playoffs and the Almost Christmas festival, the town has been chaotic.
Then Ava Belinsky came on the scene again and it made sense why Nick had been quiet.
He was planning. Why she thought she could show up to one of Jackson's closed practices and make a scene is beyond me. Nick knows how the coaches work once standings come out. No one is allowed to watch them practice. That includes family. And girlfriends. I’ve been banished from the field, even as the PR rep for Jackson.
Ava got what she wanted though, the attention of the press.
I know Nick was behind it. She got to stand in front of all the cameras this time, and not just on my ex-boyfriends’ lap, and degrade me once again, by spouting off how I ‘stole’ clients from her, how inept I was at my job and that in the end, I would only bring embarrassment to Jackson and our town when I let them down by smearing the names of all involved.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. It was her word against mine and I was the one who had the word ‘fired’ written on their resume.
But our town showed up for us. They love the idea of Gage defending a Casanova. So, all was forgiven as far as the fighting went. And they went back to focusing on their love for Coach Gage.
I spent my days with my mom making final arrangements for the festival.
It was really going to be one of the best yet.
Adam's construction company was busy turning the town into a winter wonderland.
The different stations looked like actual rooms in a house.
Different kitchens were built and placed down main street, each with a different cookie theme to be baked inside the makeshift walls.
Living rooms and family rooms were enacted displaying hallmark romance movie scenes, twinkling white lights and gifts. Full dining rooms were built to showcase the different restaurants in town. There would be limited menus for each restaurant to show off their most popular dishes.
And the trees. Evergreen trees ten feet tall and up, were everywhere you could see. Each one decorated with a different theme… Victorian, kids play, candy and snowflakes and of course, football trees were placed down main street with wrapped gift boxes underneath each one.
I was exhausted from all the work it took to get this together, but I was excited for it.
The smiles on everyone’s faces tomorrow would be priceless.
And the kids deserved it. The main floats would showcase Jackson and his team.
The kids would all get to ride on it and then it would end with them at the front of the grandstand while they announce Jackson as the Grand Marshall and King of the Winter Wonderland, along with his queen.
Me.
Jackson hasn’t been himself all week. It has to be because of the fight with Adam as I know their strained relationship is weighing on him.
I enter my home and collapse on the couch exhausted from today and already tired from what will happen tomorrow.
This whole process has been great for his image, even with the bumps and bruises along the way.
I’ve already gotten a ton of feedback that I can’t wait to tell him all about.
I also have a huge surprise after hearing back from the Texas State coach.
We haven’t had time for me to really sit and go over everything for him, but I know doors are opening, one in particular and I see great things coming for him.
I don’t know how I feel about it yet although I am excited for him, it still hurts me knowing we started out on this journey all so he could leave anyway.
It makes me question his true feelings. I know they’re strong, and not only physical, and I do believe we have found in each other what we want in a partner.
But how can he still want to leave these feelings behind?
If after my surprise, he still wants to leave, then well, I just have to accept it and be happy that I was able to help him reach is goal again.
It's what we first agreed to, after all.
I smile as I pull out my phone re-reading our text exchange from earlier today, and anxiously awaiting him to walk in my front door.
Me: How's the eye, Coach Gage?
Jackson: purple and swollen, like my dick. I need you
My heart rate increases as I read his dirty sext
Me: you’re so filthy
Jackson: you love it
Me: I do. how’s practice going?
Jackson: Are you trying to steal my plays again Miss Casanova?
I smile. He’s in a playful mood today, which is good. I was hoping the rift between him and Adam would not press down on him while preparing for the finals.
Me: I would never dream of doing such a thing. (angel emoji) I simply wanted to know when you would be finished
Jackson: I’ll finish about 30 seconds after you get yours. Twice.
I laugh at the devil emoji face he puts at the end of that text.
Me: okay, okay, I refuse to be a distraction during some of your most important practices, so I will just see you tonight.
Jackson: You'll be seeing all of me tonight, baby girl.
Me: I look forward to it, Coach Gage
“I think your brother is some type of stealth ninja the way he’s been avoiding me for the last few days,” Jackson states as he comes through the back door, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.
I hear him twist the cap off and lean against the counter, taking a hefty swallow, while I gaze at him from the couch.
He nods to me asking if I want one, and I silently hold up my glass of wine.
“You haven’t seen him at all?”
“Oh, I’ve seen him, but he does his best to duck and weave before I can get close to him. I see the anger on his face still and I don’t want to have it erupt on me in public. I know that would not be good for him or myself.”
He walks over, sits beside me and pulls my legs back onto his lap.
“I’m sorry you guys are fighting. I can’t help but feel responsible.”
“No. Stop right there. This is not on you. We are two adults who decided to try our own relationship and we have every right to do that without broadcasting it every step of the way.”
I groan in disagreement and try to pull my legs away and sit up. He grips my ankle tighter, placing his beer on the table next to him and starts massaging my feet. I groan louder, this time in heaven and tilt my head back on the couch arm.
Jackson continues, “If my best friend can’t see how happy I am with you, whether you’re his sister or not, he needs to rethink his friendship skills.”
He continues working on my feet, but I lift my head watching him and smile.
“Why are you staring at me like a creep right now?”
“You’re happy with me?” I’m sure I have a stupid grin on my face and stars in my eyes.
He gives me a look that stops my heart and makes my pulse race. I know that look. “You know I am. You know I want you. And I want everyone to know it.”
I sit up and climb onto his lap. “Come on, Gage. Show me what all the fuss is about a professional quarterback.” I lean forward and lick his bottom lip.
He growls and stands, my legs wrapping around him, he holds my ass and runs me to the bedroom and I’m giggling the whole time. He drops me on the bed and covers my body with his.
“I think you already know what the fuss is all about.” He’s kissing down my neck, but I pull his face to mine, with my hands on either side framing him.
“I’m so proud of you Jackson. All that you’ve accomplished from the time you were a kid all the way up to right now.
You’re amazing and people see it. You’re going places.
” I kiss the tip of his nose and pull back again to stare at him.
His eyes try to see right through me but they’re full of fear.
Regret? His emotions flash all around his face but I can’t make sense of a single one.
He kisses me like he’s trying to memorize me. It makes me nervous, but I’ve come to realize Jackson is intense. Especially when he has a lot on his mind, and with Adam and the games coming up, I know he needs a release.
“Use me,” I whisper to him, against his lips. “I know you need it, you won’t hurt me, Jackson. I like it when you’re rough.”
His pupils are blown, and I feel his heart rate speed up. He swallows and I watch his Adams apple bob in his throat. His stubble is rough against my face, but it just turns me on more.
“Can I show you something?” he says.
“I think we’re past that, Jackson,” I yelp as he tickles my side, gently biting my neck. I feel his hard cock against my thigh. I was right, he desperately needs a release.
“Smart ass,” he replies as he backs up off me, undoing the button of his jeans and letting them hit the ground.
I raise up onto my elbows, still on my back so I can watch.
He pulls his tee over his head, and I trace his six pack down with my eyes until I get to the V that makes me forget my own name.
He reaches for me, pulling me to a sitting position and comes close, stepping between my legs. His fingers linger over my body until they meet my hands. He takes them, threading our fingers together, then rubs them over his abs and lower until he hooks my fingers into his boxers pulling them down.
He steps back and out of them, and I reach for him. Then freeze. Above his pubic bone, on his left side, is a tattoo. It’s a football, with the number five in the middle, just like mine. But this one has writing scripted underneath it.
“Lean in,” he says. I raise my eyes to him, looking at him incredulously.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I smirk but lean in anyway and what I see stops my breath.
‘Chessy’ is written in script lettering around the bottom of the football. It’s beautiful. Simple and elegant.
“Jackson,” is all I can get out.
“I needed to have a piece of you, too,” he says. I lean closer and kiss above it. Below it. All the while I’m stroking his cock which is already hard and jutting towards me.
“I need you, Francesca. Right now.”
“Take me.”
He pulls me to stand in front of him, his hands going down my back, grabbing my ass and then spreading and kneading my cheeks. His fingers run through my crack and my breath hitches, our eyes meeting.
“You like that?” he asks, as he circles my forbidden hole, pressing into me, teasing me.
“I do.” I never thought I’d say that. Never thought it would ever be a question. But I should know better with Jackson. He’s always pushing my boundaries and I trust him to do it.
He gives a cocky smile. “Not tonight, but it’s a good thing to know,” he winks.
I laugh, slightly embarrassed and lean into him. He gives me a quick slap to the ass. “Climb onto the bed and turn around.”
I do as he says, feeling him come up behind me. He runs his hand down my spine, slightly pushing so I bend at the waist. “Hold onto the headboard, baby girl. This is going to be hard.”
My heart races with excitement. I love this side of Jackson. He’s always a take charge type of guy but sometimes he treats me with kid gloves.
Not tonight.
And I’m here for it. He needs me this way. Wants me this way. Craves me this way.
And so do I.
He runs his fingers through my folds, moaning about how wet I am already. He circles around flicking at my clit, one hand on my hip. Before I take another breath, he’s slammed into me.
“Oh, God!”
“Chess. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He slides out and slams back in. “You’re so tight wrapped around my cock, I wish you could see how beautiful you look from behind, sliding over me.”
All I can do is whimper. He reaches around and rubs my clit again, picking up his pace. I meet him thrust for thrust, letting my chest hit the mattress, my ass higher in the air, he tightens his hold on my hips. His balls slap my skin and all I can do is hold on.
“Jackson! I’m close, oh God, please, please!” I beg.
“I’ve got you baby girl, I’m there, too.” Without any further warning, I come, harder than ever before. He had me so worked up between the tattoo and the kink talk, I never stood a chance.
I feel his hold get even tighter on me. “Fuck, I feel your pussy squeezing me. Fuck!” and he explodes, filling me, slowing his thrusts, wringing every drop he can from both of us.
We both fall to the bed, breathing heavily. There are no words to be said.
We’ve said it all before, with our hearts, our eyes, our bodies.
I am completely in love with this man. And I have a feeling it’s going to kill me.