by Kara Hart
“Hi,” I whisper. “I wasn’t sure you were coming.”
“Here I am,” he says. “I think we need to talk.” I nod and press my lips together. Looking at him now, I want to kiss him so bad.
He grabs my hand and looks me in the eye. “But first, I want to do something,” he says. My eyebrows rise up in confusion.
“What?” I ask him, feeling hesitant.
He falls to one knee and my whole world shatters into a million tiny pieces, in a good way. “Oh my God,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “What’s happening? Is this happening? Oh my God!”
“Fiona Colleen Breckinridge,” he begins, “I was such an asshole to you. I took you for granted. I left you behind 10 years ago. And then I found you again and my life changed forever. I was sent back in time and found the guy I was back then. I made a mistake a decade ago, but I was better back then in a lot of ways. I lost my path, but you helped me become a better human being. And I know I fucked up again. I know I keep having to explain myself and give excuses, but this time it’s for real. I’m done playing around. I’m done being an asshole. I just want you. I want a family. I want everything good and bad, and beautiful, and ugly, all with you. Fiona Breckinridge, will you do me the honor of being my wife? And yeah, that kind of means forever, until we both grow old.”
I laugh again, while crying. “You are such an asshole!” I nearly scream.
“I know it,” he smiles. “But that’s why you love me, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “It is.”
“So what’s the answer? My knee is all wet from the grass,” he says. And then he opens the ring box and shows me what’s inside. And, oh my god, it’s perfect. It’s subtle and gorgeous, and as he holds it in front of my hand, I can’t help but feel like it’s already mine. It’s like it’s already a part of me.
I bite my lip and feel every bone and nerve in my body start to rattle. It’s a huge decision, but I have to go with what my heart tells me. And my heart is saying that Jackson Leeman, as cocky as he is, is the right one for me.
“Jackson, you annoy the hell out of me, but you’ve been good to me lately. I want a life with you, I really do. And I’m sorry for almost throwing it all away,” I tell him, choking up some more.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says. “Hell, you don’t have to ever be sorry with me if you don’t want to.”
“I just can’t imagine waking up and not seeing your face. The nights we spent together were everything to me and I almost let it all go down the drain. We’re going to get married, Jackson. And we’re going to experience the rest of this life together,” I say.
His smile grows at least an inch wider. He slides the diamond ring onto my finger and then grabs my hand and pulls me on top of him. The sprinklers go off and we’re soaking wet, but nothing matters because I found the most important thing in the world, and it’s mine now. I found love.
I found love in a different place.
89
Jackson
“Are they letting you play, or what?” she asks me, dipping her finger into some frosting from the refrigerator.
“They’re letting me play,” I grin. “We met with all the suits, and the coach. It was really intense.”
“Oh my God, Jackson!” she smiles. “How is that you get so lucky all the time?”
I shrug and walk by her, dipping my finger into the frosting next and feeding it to her. Her thick lips wrap around my knuckle. I pull back slowly and watch as she sucks all the frosting off. My finger is clean when I take it out, which pushes that warm feeling deep inside my body, to rise up.
“I’m just a lucky guy, I guess,” I say, letting go of her hand.
“You are.” She smiles and leans forward. Her tits fall against my chest and her eyes glance up at mine. Her perfume drifts into my senses, sending me into a state of near ecstasy. My cock grows hard against my suit pants, pressing against the zipper. I feel her hand feel around the outside, slowly unzipping and setting me free.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan.
“You really want it, don’t you?” she asks me, when she feels just how thick and hard I’ve become. My throat has tightened a little and when I glance down at her perfectly thick body, something clicks inside of me. It’s a deep feeling, coming from inside of my core, right next to my cock. I need her. Now. I need to taste her. I need to feel her. I need to ravage her.
She slides the top button through the hole of my pants and they fall right off. I pull off my shirt and stumble. Both of us tumbling against the wall as I literally tear the buttons right off her new shirt. “You owe me another top,” she says.
“I’ll just end up ripping that one too,” I say, tongue scraping across her neck.
My lips kiss forward and pull back. The taste of her gives me a new energy. I pick her up and place her on the kitchen counter. She’s wearing that black skirt again. It’s the same tight black skirt she wore on the day I first saw her again. I pull it off and spread her legs apart, revealing her wet pussy.
I’m fucking aching for her. I’m dying to cum inside her. I’m dying to make her mine. I bend forward and lick down from her pelvis, to her clit, and down to her lips. I taste every bit of her, even dragging my tongue across the inner-top of her thighs.
When my mouth is around her dripping pussy, I suck. I suck hard, all the while moving my tongue up and down. Her breathing quickens after a few minutes and soon enough, her hand comes down onto my head. Her palm squeezes as she grabs my hair, forcing me forward even more than before.
“I want to feed you,” she says. When I glance up at her, she’s smiling.
I moan and slide my tongue inside her, pushing against her walls. “Stop,” she moans. “You’re going to make me finish.”
“Good,” I lick across her clit and insert two fingers inside her. This makes her back arch and her feet twist and turn. She bites down on her bottom lip and grabs my head harder. “I want to make you squirm, baby. I want to keep you cumming until morning.”
“The game is tomorrow, Jackson,” she says, in between her erratic breathing. “We can’t fuck all night. You need your rest.”
“That’s what you think,” I smile.
I eat her like I’m starving for her pussy. Her body goes tense and then relaxes, over and over again. When her hands get weaker, she lets go of my hair, like she’s given up. She knows it’s over. She’s about to lose it to my tongue and fingers.
“Jackson,” she moans my name. “I love you.”
If I could talk, I’d say the same thing back, but I’m too invested in her right now. Her thighs shake and her whole body quivers. She gives a deep scream, from the back of her throat, and I know she’s gone. Her pussy contracts over my fingers as I slide them in and out, and she grows even wetter.
I don’t wait for her to say she’s ready for more. I pick her up while she trembles against my body, and bring her to her bedroom. I drop her onto the bed and she smiles big, cheeks rosy red and forehead glowing. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Fuck the life out of me.”
“God, you’re beautiful.” I moan, licking my bottom lip.
She spreads her legs and slides two fingers inside her mouth. She knows I want her. She knows just how badly I need her soaking pussy. When I enter her, her warmth falls around my cock. I push in slowly and feel it, as every inch slides in further. “Fuck,” I grunt.
“Even deeper,” she whispers. “I want to feel every single inch.”
Her legs close in around my back and I have no choice. I push in further and watch as my cock disappears inside of her. I pull back out and shake my head because the pleasure is too much for me to handle so fast. “Jesus,” I mutter. “You’re still so tight.”
I wrap my arm around the top of her back, to bring her closer to me. Skin on skin. Her tits press against my chest and her nipples drag across my flesh. Goose bumps actually press up against my skin. A strange and pleasurable sensation runs up my spine as I thrust forward.
The look on her face
is saying, ‘Make me yours,’ and I’m all in at this point. I look down at her hand laying across my abs and I see that diamond ring. It glitters against the light and suddenly I feel all too emotional. This is the woman I’m going to spend every day of my life with. This is someone I’m going to have kids with. The weight is immeasurable, but it just leaves me more confident about things. It tells me that my life is right and that I’m going in the right direction. It gives me all the power in the world to know we have this kind of love.
As I grab her thigh and hold, I thrust forward. My emotions are going crazy. I love this woman. I love her so damn much. I want to give her everything. I lean forward and admire her beauty. Her perfect lips, her cute cheeks, and her stunning eyes all hook me, and I just know that I’m hooked for life.
I kiss her passionately and hold my hand against her cheek. Her skin is so soft and her hair smells so damn good. I breathe in and thrust once more, holding myself deep inside her. When I release, we both gasp for air.
She spins her body around and pushes her ass against my cock, sandwiching it against my abs. “It’s yours, baby,” I moan. “Take it.”
She reaches around behind her and grabs my thick, pulsating member. She squeezes it in her palm, placing it at her lips. They fold away, closing in on my head, down to my shaft. Her butt jutts back at me and I instinctually squeeze her flesh as I move my hips forward.
I run my other hand across the lines of her back, reaching her neck as I push upward to her hair. I pull back and she moans louder. I push in deeper, harder, even faster. The room is filled with our sex. The air is hot and steamy, as we push forward with our passions.
I grab her plump breasts and cup them, feeling her nipples grow hard inside of my palm. Her skin tightens and her moaning grows deeper, even darker than before. She places her forehead against the mattress and she cums louder than she ever has before. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she pushes back against me, like she’s being fucked at the edge of a cliff.
I lose it almost instantly. My cock throbs and quivers, until finally I feel it come from within. It’s out of my control. I’m fully hers. Forever. And when I cum, I feel the weight of all time grab me. And I feel freer than I ever have.
I lose myself to her that night, over and over, and over and over. We get lost in ourselves, in our kisses, in our touching and heavy petting. Our talks in between grow deeper. We talk about our hopes and dreams.
“I just want a simple life,” she tells me. “This whole PR game… it’s tough.”
“Which is why you’re quitting that company and working for me. My right hand woman,” I say.
“God, I’d love that,” she admits. “No more Joseph. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” I say.
“No more fighting. No more close calls between games. I can’t deal with that either,” she says, hands curled around my cheek. She rubs her thumb across my stubble and I kiss her again, tongue wrapping around hers.
“I promise,” I say. “I’m done with that. Any aggression I feel can be solved in the bedroom, with you.”
“Damn straight,” she smiles.
90
Fiona
The next day, we wake up early. When I say early, I mean early. He wakes up before the damn sun even gets up and rolls over to kiss me. He kisses the back of my neck and I groan, attempting to stay in the dream I’m having about our beautiful future. He kisses me again and I’m up.
“Okay, okay,” I grunt. “I’m getting up.”
He places his body over mine and kisses my cheek this time. I can feel his hard cock against my navel, and I glance down at the massive beast. “Jackson…” I moan. “Not now.”
“Now.” He smiles. “You want me to play well out there today, don’t you?”
I can’t fake a protest. I want him too bad. He enters me, fucks my brains out, makes me cum, and then cums himself. At this point, I’m ready to spread my legs every morning for him if it means having his mouth work its magic. I’ve never met a man who was so… hungry for me.
We take a shower and hop into a private van that takes us both to the game. Inside the car, everything is quiet. The driver asks if we want any music, anything to put Jackson in the right headspace. But he doesn’t need that. He tells me, “All I need is this woman next to me. Thanks.”
I look at him now, calm and poised. He’s sitting up straight, breathing steady, and the look in his eyes tells me he’s ready to win this. Today is the Super Bowl, one of the biggest, most-watched games in the world. Crazy enough, all eyes will be glued to Jackson. He’s the most talked about player right now. There are still doubts from the media as to whether or not he’ll even play.
The van slows down and the automatic doors slide open. Before he can go into the locker room, he grabs me and throws me into his arms. His lips press against mine and I close my eyes. My whole world has changed in a matter of days. This is the start of my new life.
“Kill it out there,” I tell him.
“What if I don’t win?” he asks me.
“If you don’t win this game, the wedding is off for good.” I smile, joking with him.
“Wow, such pressure.” He kisses me one last time, until Landon pulls up.
“Hey brother,” he says, jumping out of his car.
“The two all-star players.” I smile.
He laughs. “Ready to take on New England?”
Jackson slams his palm against his back and they hug it out. “I’m ready, man. We’re going to destroy them.”
New England has won the last three Super Bowls. Even with Jackson’s stats, they’re poised to take the trophy. Like I said, all eyes are on Jackson. Can he win it for the Black Wings? Will Portland finally win a championship game? I have all the faith in the world.
As I watch them enter the locker room, I feel my heart swell. I look down at my ring, shining against the sunlight, and everything just makes sense. The stress I normally carry has completely disappeared. All I have within me now is sense of hope.
Hopeful. That’s a new word for my vocabulary. I never really felt that way before. Before I gave Jackson that second chance, I really just wanted to make it through the day. My life was just filled with work, work, and more work.
As I walk through the front of the stadium, I show my media pass and get let in. I hear the roaring scream of thousands of people who have come to watch the biggest football game in history. I have to imagine that most have come because of the prestige of the Super Bowl, but I know the pressure that Jackson is under.
I hear their heels stomping on the bleachers and I feel so excited for Jackson. I’m also scared as all hell. It’s not that I don’t believe in him. I just want him to win so bad that it’s starting to freak me out a little.
I make my way onto the field, to the press side. Jennifer is standing there, holding the press badge I got her. She nearly jumps up and down when she sees me. “I can’t believe you got me this thing!” she exclaims.
“It was easy,” I laugh. “Don’t worry about it.”
“So, what’s up with Jackson?” she asks. “Still heartbroken or what?”
“You didn’t watch the Sports Network yesterday?” I ask her, biting my tongue. “Did you see what he called in?”
“No,” she says blankly. “What happened? Oh my God, did he flip out on the host or something? He’s so much trouble sometimes.”
All I have to do is hold up my left hand and she stops dead in her tracks. “No,” she says. “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it. ‘Cause it’s real.” I smile.
“No!” she shouts. Some of the press turns to look at us. “I just can’t.” She starts to bawl, tears flowing down her face.
“What’s wrong?” I laugh. “I didn’t think you’d cry!”
“I’m not sad,” she says, blowing her nose. “I’m just so happy.”
“Oh, girl.” I grab her and give her the biggest hug of my life. “I love you. You know that, right?”
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nbsp; “Uh huh.” She nods and blows her nose once more. “How did you find a man before me? How’d you do it?”
I shrug. “Beats me.”
“Ugh, I told you to fuck his brains out. I didn’t say you should marry the guy,” she laughs. “Tell me, is the sex really that good?”
“You’d die if you knew. It’s like having sex with The Rock,” I say.
“You bitch! You know how much I love The Rock,” she laughs.
The whistle blows and music starts rattling the bleachers. Fireworks blast off into the sky as both teams come shooting onto the field like human bullets. This is the biggest day in their lives, and it all comes down to this moment. I can only imagine what Jackson is feeling right now.
He comes out last, running at a slow pace. He throws off his helmet and pumps a fist at the crowd. The reaction is stupendous and unreal. Fans from both sides go wild. Everyone is cheering. It seems as if people from all walks of life have been following the story of Jackson Leeman this season. That’s my man.
New England kicks off to Portland, and the ball falls straight into Jackson’s hand. He goes running, making it halfway across the field. A defensive player comes in and tackles his legs. He falls stretching his arms out in front of him. They bring it in to discuss the next play.
The rest of the game goes according to plan. A play later Jackson’s running his way into the end zone, scoring the first points of the game. New England, however, doesn’t back down. They play their hardest and it’s neck and neck.
By halftime, it’s anybody’s game. Before he enters that locker room, he meets me on the side of the field. He kisses me deeply and I grab him and hold him close. “You’re going to get my sweat all over you,” he laughs.
“It’s not like it’s the first time,” I joke back.
“How am I doing out there?” he asks, knowing full well what I’ll say.
“You’re killing them. Just keep at it. Your defense needs to go harder though.”