by A. Aubry
“Jackson, what’s the matter?” I asked after clearing my throat.
“I never should have married that bitch,” he sighed.
I moved closer to him and gently took his hands away from his face. Our fingers laced together, and I brought the back of his hand to my lips, “What’s Josie demanding now?”
Ever since Jackson and I met, Josie had been making small demands here and there. She wanted a certain thing he had, and he would willingly give it over just so that she would sign the papers. All he wanted was for the divorce to be finalized, to be free from her. I had never seen him this angry before.
“She wants to add a clause to our divorce papers…”
“Clause? For what?”
“A mandatory ‘no datin’’ clause that would be effective for six months after the divorce is finalized. Which means, I wouldn’t be able to date you for six months.”
My eyes widened, “Is she allowed to do that?”
His jaw clenched again, “She’s tryin’ to be allowed to do that. I’m not goin’ to do it. She’s been datin’ my ex-best friend who knocked her up ever since I filed for divorce. He’s practically livin’ at the house that we shared together. I’m not givin’ you up to please her, she’s obviously seen the articles written about us—the few posts that we have shared—and she’s jealous that I moved on and am not some miserable sap.”
He was right, there had been a few articles written about us and our relationship. Jackson was a celebrity and was a major sports athlete. It just pissed me off that she was trying to tear us apart. Jackson made me the happiest I had ever been, the man fucking loved me, and I loved him. Why try to tear apart two people who were actually meant to be together? She had a guy, why not give up the one you never really cared for?
“Jackson…” I squeezed his hand softly, encouraging him to look at me.
His eyes met mine, “I’m so sorry that I am draggin’ you into this.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I just wanted to tell you that if she somehow gets that shit put in there…I don’t want to be apart from you. Six months is too damn long when we only get every other week together. If that ends up as part of your divorce papers…then I think we can find a way to secretly date for those six months.”
“Secretly date?”
“You know, no posting about one another, no being seen together out on dates. All of our time together will be spent in the privacy of one of our places. Sure, we could go out in a large group of people, but no affection could be shown towards one another and that would kill me. But I’d be willing to do anything so that I could continue seeing you for those six months.”
“How the fuck did I get so lucky to find a girl like you?”
“Perfect timing in a parking structure?” I giggled.
He shook his head and leaned up, kissing me tenderly, “I love you, Madeline Walker. I will fight for us as much as I have to.”
I put my hand on his cheek and ran my thumb over his lips, “And I love you, Jackson Ryder. I will be by your side no matter what.”
“Come on, let’s watch some television and just spend some time lyin’ here in bed before I have to go. God, it pains me to have to go to work when you aren’t feelin’ well,” he ran a hand up and down my back.
“It’s just a little cold. I’ll be better before you know it.”
“I sure hope you’ll be better before I have to leave town again…”
I pouted, “On Monday?”
He nodded.
“For a week?”
“For just over a week. We have six games in Chicago then we head up to Milwaukee for three more. We are playin’ straight through Tuesday to the following Wednesday. But I will be home Wednesday night, we have home games for another week and a half after that.”
My eyes went wide, “Holy shit. How the fuck do you ever find time for yourself with that type of schedule?”
His soft laughter made me smile, “You get used to it. We play one hundred and sixty games in a season and that is not countin’ playoff games. You still willin’ to put up with me and my busy schedule?”
“Are we still going to talk, text, and FaceTime while you are gone?”
“Fuck yeah. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
“Then I will be right here waiting for you when you get home. After that, we are spending every damn night together. I always sleep so much better when I’m cuddled up next to you.”
He smirked as his eyes lit up and I could tell he was formulating a plan.
“Uh oh, what are you thinking about?”
“A schedule for us of sorts. When I have away games…you stay at your place. When I have home games…you stay here with me.”
“So…like an on and off living arrangement?”
“Yeah, while the season is goin’ on. That way after spendin’ a lot of time apart, we can spend as much time as we can together.”
“You do know you are kind of asking me to move in with you every other week, right?” I giggled which sadly then turned into a cough.
“Yes, I do know that. If you’d like you can keep some things here for when you do stay here. Keep a toothbrush in my bathroom, leave some of your shampoo and conditioner here. Anythin’ you want so that you aren’t forced to go back and forth every other week to go get your stuff.”
My cheeks hurt from the large smile that grew the more he spoke. Jackson wanted to live with me when he had home games. He was saying this all on his own. Was I crazy to be almost moving in with a guy after being together for such a short amount of time? Probably. Did I care? No. We already had such a limited amount of time together, I needed to take whatever I could get when it came to time together.
“I love that arrangement,” I said softly.
“I’m glad you do. Plus, it works out perfectly if this fuckin’ clause gets put into effect. That way people won’t be seein’ you leaving your apartment with a travel bag every other week when I am in town. You just come straight here, and you will have everythin’ you need,” Jackson tugged me closer to him and I put my hand on his chest.
I grinned and nodded, giving him another quick kiss before resting my head on his chest. The television in his room was set on Criminal Minds reruns that he had let me turn on. My eyes closed as my lack of sleep finally kicked in, and it may have also been the cold medicine that I had taken right before he made me lunch. Listening to Jackson’s heartbeat, I fell asleep and dreamt about the one man who made my own heart skip a beat.
My eyes opened quickly as I felt Jackson move beneath me. How long had I been asleep?
“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Jackson said softly as he scooted towards the edge of the bed.
“What time is it?” I whispered, my hand moving over the space he just vacated to his hand that rested next to him.
“Time for me to head out. I’ll be home late again tonight because of how late the game is. Shelby is goin’ to stay home with you and take care of you for me. She is scheduled to send me updates at the top of every innin’ and I will find some way to check them. You goin’ to be okay? Do you need anythin’ before I head out?”
Damn, did he know how to take care of his woman or what?
“Just a kiss,” I smiled innocently.
“Is that what the doctor ordered?” He teased as he leaned down, his lips hovering just over mine.
“Oh, the doctor ordered a lot more than a kiss but that is all you have time for,” I laughed quietly.
Jackson chuckled and kissed me tenderly before giving me several soft staccato kisses, “Think that will do until I get home?”
Shrugging a shoulder quickly, I nodded when Jackson playfully narrowed his eyes at me, “It is just enough to hold me over. But don’t stay out too late, you have an afternoon game tomorrow and I need all the time I can get with you before such a quick turn around.”
“I love that you know my schedule so well already,” he grinned as he tucked my hair behind my ear.
“I gotta know it if I want to keep tabs on when I can spend time with you. Speaking of which…you do have several free days in July…”
Jackson looked as though he remembered something, “Oh yeah. My dad’s weddin’ is on July 18th, the day after the All Stars game, would you like to be my plus one?”
A smirk played on my lips, “Do I get to see you in a tuxedo?”
He laughed and nodded, “Yep, I am the best man after all.”
“Then hell yeah I will be your plus one.”
“Good, I will let him know on my way in. Get some rest and I will see you around eleven. I love you,” he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I love you too. Have a good game, Jackson.”
His smile took my breath away before he turned and walked out of the bedroom. Shortly after, Shelby came in and pounced on the open spot of the bed. After a romantic comedy movie marathon on Netflix, we ordered pizza to be delivered for dinner and turned on the game just in time. While it wasn’t exactly a girls night out at the baseball game that I was hoping I would be able to go to, it was close enough. By the time the game finished, I almost couldn’t wait for Jackson to get home to celebrate his win. He had gotten some pretty good hits in when he was at bat, now there was only one thing left for him to hit tonight.
My cold symptoms had mostly subsided by ten thirty which I was silently thanking the gods for. As I waited for Jackson, I decided maybe a hot shower would be good. Going into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the water heat up to a temperature that I liked before undressing and climbing inside. I washed my hair using Jackson’s shampoo since I hadn’t thought to bring my own when I packed for my week with him. Just as I was about to use his bar of soap to wash my body, the frosted glass door opened, and a rush of cold air hit me. I turned, and Jackson stood there completely naked with a wide smile on his face.
“Jackson, you scared me! You weren’t supposed to be home until eleven,” I put my hand over my heart which was pounding in my chest.
“I snuck out a little early. I wanted to get home to see you,” he said low as he stepped in behind me and closed the door.
“You knew I was okay from Shelby’s updates,” I teased as I ran my hands up and down his chest.
“Wait, are you complainin’ about me comin’ home early to spend time with my girl?” He chuckled, his hand reaching out and taking the soap bar from my hand.
I shook my head vigorously, “No, I just wish you would have told me you would be home sooner because then I could have started this shower with you…or it could have switched to a hot bath.”
Jackson licked his lips and quickly turned me around before stepping up right behind me, “Well, I’m here now baby. Let me help you wash up.”
My breath caught in my throat as he began to run the bar of soap over my chest, slowly circling my breasts. As one hand worked the soap, the other teased my nipples in between his fingers. I leaned my head back and let out a quiet moan, knowing that Shelby wasn’t going out tonight and could hear everything. His hands moved lower and I could almost hear myself panting with anticipation. Why the hell was I acting this way? It wasn’t like I wasn’t getting more sex in the last week than I had ever had in my life. And yet my body was always wanting—no, needing—more.
He ran the soap over the apex of my thighs before switching hands and slowly lathering me between my legs. Jackson eased me back under the water, letting it rinse me off. I took a deep breath, thankful that he wasn’t making a move to continue. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to, but I was a little…pent up…if you catch my drift. Any other day, Jackson and I would have had sex at least once by now. But thanks to my cold, that routine was put on hold. Then seeing him completely naked just made me want him more. I know, what a problem to have, right?
I stepped back against him as I saw him place the soap in its tray. Pursing my lips, I prepared to turn around to face him, but his hand slipped back around me and made instant contact with my clit. I gasped before a low moan filled the enclosed space around us. His fingers worked in small circles and I could already feel my knees getting weak. That was until he sunk two fingers into me and my knees nearly buckled so quickly that Jackson had to wrap an arm around my waist to hold me up.
“That feel good, Madeline?” He quietly chuckled against my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed as I reached behind the two of us and tangled my fingers in his hair.
His fingers eased in and out of me at a deliciously slow pace. It didn’t help that my orgasm was working to race to the top, though. I needed to make this last as long as I could, but I knew that was easier said than done. My insides were already beginning to quiver around his fingers every time they pushed back in.
“You are goin’ to come for me already, baby?” Jackson asked as he tugged on my earlobe.
“How do you know that?” I asked breathlessly.
“Mm, because your pussy is already clenchin’ down on my fingers the way that it always does right before you come.”
Holy fucking shit. There was no possible way that one fucking sentence could be that hot. My back arched instinctively as I moaned.
“Come on, Mad. Give it to me,” Jackson whispered, his hot breath hitting my ear.
“Fuck,” I said softly as my orgasm slammed into me, an intensity from waiting to be released all day forcing it to prolong itself.
Jackson’s arm held onto me tightly as my legs went to jelly and I could barely stand up. I panted heavily as Jackson’s fingers continued their torture, his lips trailing up and down my neck. As my orgasm subsided, Jackson finally pulled his fingers out of me. He turned me around and I pressed my chest against his. Thinking that he was going to kiss me, I began to get up on my tiptoes, only to be cut off by his hand coming up between us before his fingers slipped past his lips and into his mouth. Yep, I could have come again just from watching that.
“Do…Do you want me to take care of you now?” I asked as I watched him suck on his fingers.
He shook his head slowly, taking his fingers out of his mouth.
“I mean, you look like you need some relief,” I pointed down to the hard erection that sat in between us.
“I do need relief, but not from your mouth…” Jackson said quietly before placing a gentle kiss against my lips.
“Put your hands on the wall, Madeline. I need to be buried deep in you right this second.”
I bit my lip and did as I was told. Putting my hands on the wall, Jackson rested his hand on my back and silently signaled for me to bend over. I bent over and opened my stance for him, using the wall to brace myself. I felt him come up behind me before the tip of his cock pushed into me, but just as I was getting ready for all of him, he pulled out. What the hell? He pushed the tip back into me and quickly removed it once again. The fucker was teasing me.
“Damn it, Jackson. What have I said about the teasing?” I groaned.
“Oh, but you love it,” he chuckled.
“No I don’t,” I sighed even though I was smiling at the floor of the shower.
“That’s not what your drippin’ wet pussy tells me,” Jackson said before I felt his lips press against my back.
“Just give it all to me, Jack. I have been waiting for this all god damn day.”
“You have, darlin’?”
“You fucking know I have.”
“Oh, well I guess I can’t keep the pretty lady from what she has been wantin’,” he kissed my back again.
His hard thrust into me caught me by surprise even though I should have been preparing myself for it. He had been taking his sweet ass time to get to this point that I didn’t know when to brace for impact. As he pushed his entire length into me, I moaned louder than I meant to. I mean…how could you not when a hard ten-inch cock was penetrating you?
Jackson wasted no time in giving me exactly what I wanted. That was one of the many things that I loved about him. Every time we had been intimate it had always been about me and my orgasms before Jackson
would finish up and that was a fucking breath of fresh air. His hands grasped hard onto my hips as he thrusted as hard and as fast as he could right from the get go. Our moans came out easily and louder than before. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the echo off the tiles around us or just because we were being loud as fuck. It didn’t take long for my second orgasm to reach its peak and pull me under. I screamed out Jackson’s name as I came hard on his cock.
My hearing was muffled but I could still make out Jackson loudly yelling my name before I felt his release shoot into me. Fast, erratic streams shot into me over and over, it was almost too difficult to say if it was going to end. We sank to the floor, Jackson holding me on his lap as he cradled me in his arms. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, finally sated after not having him all day.
“How the hell can it be that fuckin’ intense every time?” Jackson quietly mumbled, his fingers tracing my spine slowly.
“You think it was intense for you? I momentarily went deaf and blind,” I said, still out of breath.
Jackson laughed hugged me tight. We just sat there in a comfortable post-sex silence as we waited for our heart rates and our breathing to return to normal. When we were as calmed down as we could be, I climbed off of Jackson and turned off the water that was now starting to run cold. We stepped out of the shower, wrapping ourselves in large fluffy towels, before heading back into the bedroom. Jackson went to crawl in bed as I went to go close the door. As I reached the door, I heard what I thought sounded like Shelby screaming…but then I realized it was her moaning. That was fucking awkward.
“Jackson? Brian left the cities…right?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could.
“Yeah, he has home games to play. Why?”
Then why the fuck was Shelby moaning?
“No reason, just didn’t know if he stayed around here for a day off or something.” There was no way I was going to tell him that his sister may or may not have been having sex in the room down the hallway.
“Okay? Well get your ass over here. It’s time for bed.”
I finished closing the door and ran back to the bed before jumping on it.