by Harper Sloan
When I step into our loft, I hear her soft voice in the bedroom. It sounds like she is pleasuring herself with her vibrator. I’m ashamed at how much she’s had to use the damn thing because of my work schedule. Her moans have my dick hardening in my pants. Whatever little fantasy she’s having right now will soon be interrupted.
Before I enter the room, I rip off my jacket and shirt. Walking in, I start unbuttoning my pants. “Babe, let’s make a fucking baby,” I say smugly, looking up for her reaction.
Seconds tick by as I take in the scene. My wife is being plowed by some asshole. She screams when she sees me standing there. Running over to them, I rip him off of her and punch him in the face. I punch my father in his face. Fuck. MY. FUCKING. FATHER.
“Is Jordan pissed that we both took today off?” I asked Jackson as I knelt to tie my shoelace.
He bent over, touching his toes to stretch. My eyes raked across his ass in his wind pants. His shirt was stretched across his muscled chest and I had a hard time focusing when he replied.
“Nah, I told him we had homework to do. He was a little preoccupied. I think he really has a thing for Pepper. Too bad she won’t give him the time of day. It’s fucking hilarious if you ask me.”
I laughed because Pepper doesn’t give anyone the time of day. We decided to try running as something we could do together. Running was something I used to do before Bray and I broke up. Jackson said that he’d been too busy for working out lately, so this was a win-win for us.
We ran for a good three miles before we made our way back to Jackson’s loft. He kept trying to rub his sweat on me and I was about to deck him. Finally having had enough, I tickled him on his sides, making him go crazy. Before he had time to respond, I took off up the stairs not wanting him to catch me on the elevator. I was halfway up the first flight of stairs when I heard the door burst open below me.
“You are so going to get it!” he boomed from the bottom of the stairwell. Squealing, I picked up the pace taking the steps two at a time. I could hear his shoes slapping the stairs as he raced to catch up with me.
“Fat chance, Jackie!” I taunted him as I tore up the stairs. I had to be at least two flights above him now. Just as I was rounding the curve to go up the next flight, hands roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards.
“No!” I shrieked. Dammit, he had caught up to me! His hand seized the top of my yoga pants and roughly pulled them down, baring my ass. His other hand jerked his wind pants down. He bent me over and shoved himself between my legs.
“Oh God, Jackson!” I moaned as he slammed into me wildly.
One of his hands made it up to my breast and tweaked the nipple through the material of the sports bra. Fucking in a stairwell was incredibly naughty.
“Fuck, baby, I’m there!” I cried out as my climax ripped through me. I was still clenching with the aftershocks when I felt his orgasm pump into me.
He pulled out, still dripping, and quickly yanked his pants back up. His hand popped my ass and I squealed. I snatched my yoga pants back up into place just as the door opened and a security guard walked in.
“Ma’am, is everything okay? We got some complaints of a woman screaming in the stairwell,” he informed, his eyes darting over to Jackson.
My face burned with embarrassment. “Uh, yes, everything is fine. We were just horsing around. I’m so sorry. We’ll be quieter.”
He looked between us and nodded. Jackson grabbed my hand and we bolted up the last few levels. When we made it safely into his loft, I punched him in his gut.
“You’re such an ass! What if that guy had seen us having sex?” I exclaimed.
Jackson laughed as he headed towards his bathroom. “It would have given him something to spank off to later.”
“Gross, Jackson! You’re so crude. That is so something Pepper would say.” He was naked by the time he reached the shower, and I admired his nice ass as he slipped into it. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and joined him inside.
He stepped aside so we both could stand under the steady stream of hot water. I wrapped my hands around his waist and rested my cheek on his chest. His hands came around to rest just above my butt.
“That was fun, Andi. Running is definitely something we can do together. And contrary to Doc’s beliefs, the sex afterwards was pretty therapeutic.”
I giggled into his chest and he rubbed his hands up my back. “You’re impossible, Jackie.” That comment garnered a slap to my ass.
Jackson’s dark days…
The past few days have been hell. Dad begged me not to say anything to Jordan or Mom. I couldn’t even speak to him without wanting to punch him in the fucking face. All Jordan knows is that I caught Nadia sleeping with another man. He is letting me crash at his place until she moves all of her things to her mother’s house. Dad asked me to come to his house to talk about some things since Mom would be away at church.
I reluctantly agreed at the time, so here I am standing on the porch, waiting for him to answer the door. He calls for me to come in, so I walk inside. Knowing he’ll probably be in his office, I head over to it.
His appearance is haggard. The hair on his head is disheveled, and his jawline is getting scruffy as well. The half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sits proud on his desk.
“Hey, son.” The room reeks of liquor.
“What do you want from me, Dad?” I ask, still standing in the doorway.
“Son, I am so damn sorry. Recently, things haven’t been going the way I want them too. I lost my head and did some stupid things. Please forgive me.”
My jaw clenches. This is fucking ridiculous. I can’t even look him in the eye.
Storming into the office, I slam both fists down on the desk, making the bottle wobble.
“You fucking slept with my wife, Dad. Do you know how fucking sick you are to do that to me? We were going to try for a baby!”
“Dammit, Jackie! I said I’m sorry. Your wife came on to me by the way. I’m just an old man. When Nadia came on to me, I lost my head. I needed to feel powerful and on top of the world again. Just for a while, it made me feel that way.” He rubbed his face with his hands.
“Dad, I am so over talking about this. Do you know how hard it is not to tell Jordan or Mom? You cheated on my mother with my wife! This is fucking with my mind, Dad.”
“Son, please. I just need to hear that you forgive me. It’s the only thing that matters to me right now.” Opening his desk drawer, he pulls out his revolver and sets it on the desk in front of him.
My hands go into defense mode when I see the gun.
“Dad, calm down. Shit, put the gun away. Nobody needs to get hurt.”
He picks it up and I flinch.
“I need to hear it, Jackie.”
“Fuck, Dad! I forgive you, okay? Can you put the gun away now?”
“I love you, Jackie.” Raising the gun, he slips it into his mouth and pulls the trigger, blowing his brains all over the blinds behind him. I love you too, Dad.
Jackson was taking me out on a date tonight. He said that he wanted to take me to a new sushi restaurant that already was getting rave reviews. Of course I agreed. Dr. Sweeney would be proud that we can do other things besides have sex.
When I turned off the hair dryer, I heard shouts in the other room. Setting it on the counter, I padded barefoot into Jackson’s living room.
The air was punched out of my gut when I saw Bitch Nadia reaching out for Jackson.
“Jackie, please don’t make me sign these papers. We can work it out,” she begged him.
“Nadia, no. Get the fuck out of my house. I can’t look at you. Sign the fucking papers and let me live my life without you poisoning it.”
She walked up to him and cupped him between the legs. Before he even had an opportunity to push her away, I tore across the living room toward her, seeing red the entire way.
I tackled her to the ground and started hitting her with my fists. Her hands found my hair and tried to yank me off of her. I clawed at
her hands and she howled when I drew blood.
Strong arms hooked under me and yanked me off of her. I tried to fight him off to get back to her but he held me tight.
“You bitch! You’re a home-wrecking whore!” I screamed down at her.
Nadia scrambled to her feet. She looked rumpled and frazzled, no longer the poised woman who was standing here moments ago.
“Call your dog off, Jackie! You’re the home wrecker. You’re sleeping with MY husband!” she spat.
I tried to get back over to her but Jackson held me tight.
“Nadia, it’s time for you to leave. You aren’t welcome here. Nothing you say or do will make me change my mind. Now go before I call building security.”
Throwing one more bitchy look my way, she snatched up her purse and stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
“I am so sorry about that. She is one of the skeletons in my closet that won’t fucking go away.” He squeezed me from behind.
My chest still heaved from our altercation.
“You are so hot when you’re pissed,” he whispered into my hair. His hands slipped under my dress and caressed circles on the outsides of my thighs. And just like always, I melted at his touch.
I was pretty sure he was going to bend me over and fuck me over the back of the couch again. Instead, he surprised me by scooping me up into his arms. He carried me to his bedroom and sat me down on the bed. Ripping off his t-shirt, he revealed his muscled chest, making me want him immediately. He unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers followed not long after. My eyes fell to his cock that was hard and at attention.
Grabbing the hem of my dress, I pulled it up over my head and tossed it to him. He laughed at my playfulness but quickly growled once he realized I had had nothing on under the dress.
“Damn, woman,” he groaned with pleasure, crawling over me, kissing my neck. His kisses sprinkled my neck, breasts, and abdomen.
When he looked up at me with those brown eyes, I nearly lost it. “Make love to me.”
Nodding, he positioned himself at my entrance and slid into my already wet core. His lips met mine and our tongues danced with their own melody. The thrusts were slow and deliberate, making my orgasm tease just out of reach. He sucked my lip into his mouth and I moaned loudly.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he admired as he pressed his forehead to mine.
His thrusts quickened as did the nearing of my climax. It crashed over me and my body shook from the intensity. My eyes fluttered shut, and I felt his release moments later.
When I opened my eyes again, he was watching me with such intensity. I grinned up at him.
“Andi, I fucking love you.” There was no trace of humor or teasing. His fragile soul was reflected in those chocolate brown eyes. I loved seeing this side of him.
“I fucking love you too.”
Jackson’s dark days…
“No!” Jordan yells at me through the phone. I’m crying like a fucking baby. I can’t look over at his body slumped over his desk, brains splattered all over the curtains.
“Jordie, shit! I fucking watched him put a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. He’s dead, Jordie.” I sob into the phone.
“Mom…” He trailed off. We both are sniffling into the phone, silently worrying about how this would affect her.
“Man, I need you here. I’m about to fucking lose it. The cops are on the way but I need my brother.”
“I can’t see him like that,” he whispers into the phone.
My eyes skirt over to my dad’s body and I quickly look away.
“You don’t have to. I just need you. We need to get strong before Mom comes home. Please, Jordie. Hurry.”
“Was it Dad?” he questions. I know what he means. He wants to know if it was Dad who slept with Nadia.
“Yeah, man. I caught them in the act. It was fucking sick.”
“That’s fucked up, Jackson. I’m so sorry. Sit tight, I’m on my way.”
The restaurant was swanky and modern. We’d just finished our delicious dinner and were sipping on some sake, enjoying our date. This sushi restaurant was a new favorite for sure. It was terribly expensive but definitely worth it.
Jackson looked sexy as always, his dark hair styled perfectly on his head. His tight shirt that stretched across his sculpted chest did crazy things to my insides. From under his dark lashes, his chocolate eyes met mine. The intensity in his eyes assured me that I did similar things to his insides as well.
“So what was your thing? Dr. Sweeney made me find a hobby to help get over Bray. What hobby did you find?” I asked him.
His eyes darkened. I could tell that he didn’t want to tell me but was going to anyway. He sighed and cleared his throat.
“I really don’t want to tell you because it’s kind of embarrassing.”
My curiosity was about to kill me. I absolutely needed to know what he did.
“Tell me, Jackson! You promised you would open up.”
He sighed once again, really stalling. His eyes darted to mine, his face completely serious.
“Do you know all those times I shut my office door?” he questioned, still stalling.
Creepy porn habit? Whatever his hobby was, we could deal with it together.
“Go on, Jackson. Tell me. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just me.”
He palmed his face and then pinned me down with his hard stare. Shit. This was bad whatever it was. I braced myself. Whatever it was, I didn’t care. He was my man and I loved him.
“I am an administrator on a website…” He trailed off, hesitating again.
My sweet Jackson was running a porn site. Damn.
He continued his explanation. “I’m an administrator for a Harry Potter fan club site,” he huffed out finally.
Come again?
“Wait, what?”
“Andi, those books are amazing. On our site, we do podcasts, post hilarious memes, point out mistakes in the movies that don’t match up with the books…”
He was still talking but I completely tuned him out. Big bad Jackson was a Harry Potter nerd. The gleam in his eyes while nervously spouting off all that he does for the site was boyish and adorable, making my heart swell with pride. The excitement in his voice made me break into a huge grin.
“Jackson,” I said, cutting him off. “Dare I say I’ve never read the books? I watched one movie and fell asleep.” I knew this would egg him on but it was so worth it.
His face was full of shock, like I had just insulted his mother. Tossing a handful of cash on the table, he scooted out of the booth and snatched my hand, pulling me out. He hurriedly dragged me from the restaurant.
Once outside, I finally protested.
“Hey! Where are we going?” I asked, laughing at his demeanor.
“The bookstore. I cannot allow my woman to be uneducated on all things Harry Potter. If we have any hope for this relationship surviving, you are going to read those damn books,” he grinned at me. I laughed the entire way to the bookstore.
Jackson stacked the books on the counter at the register. He reminded me of a little boy like this. It was incredibly adorable. Discovering new things about him made me so happy, even the completely random and unusual things.
“Did you find everything okay?” the cashier inquired.
He practically growled at her and she flinched. Damn, Jackson. Chill, dude.
“No. How can you not have Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? One of the most popular series in the world and you run out of the fourth book. Who’s in charge of ordering around here?” he demanded seriously. I burst out laughing at him and the cashier nervously looked at me, unsure what to think about us.
“Don’t mind him. He’s obsessed with Harry Potter. Once he figures out how slow I read, he’ll soon realize we have plenty of time to order it online and have it shipped.”
He was still upset about the book but didn’t harass the poor woman anymore.
Once we got back out to the ca
r with our loot, I teased him. “Sheesh, Jackson. What if I don’t like your books? Are you going to break up with me?”
“You’re going to love them. J.K. Rowling is a genius,” he promised. He was so cute. Even if I hated the books, I’d never let him know. It was very much a part of him and I loved that. Harry and I were about to become best friends.
I opened the bag and peered in. Sure, we didn’t have book four, but we had the rest of them plus three supplemental books. He was going to be easy to buy for at Christmas. He pulled a book into his hand and was admiring it.
Sliding my hand up his thigh, I brought my mouth to his ear and nibbled. He tensed underneath me.
“I’m kind of jealous of this J.K. Rowling chick. You seem to be way more interested in her rather than me,” I teased as I sucked his lobe between my teeth.
He gasped and I heard him toss the book. His hands pulled me into his lap, and one of them sneaked underneath my dress. I slid my legs on either side of him, giving his fingers free access. Two of them glided into me easily since I was still bare underneath my dress and I moaned. I hoped he had hit the button giving privacy between us and George.
I rode his hand as he finger-fucked me and it felt amazing. His other hand pulled the low neckline of my dress down, freeing my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on a nipple. My pussy clenched around his fingers, which only encouraged him to thrust them harder into me.
My body convulsed as the orgasm crashed over me. His fingers remained inside of me as his thumb slid over my clit. I shuddered at the touch. He did insane things to my body. When he made me come once more, I sighed happily and threw my arms around his neck.
“You’re the only thing I’m interested in. Everything else fails miserably short compared to you,” he whispered to me.
Take that, J.K. Rowling.
Jackson’s dark days…
“Richard? Why are the police here?” Mom frantically calls from the front door. Jordan and I stand from the sofa. When her face sees mine, she wails and collapses to the floor. I don’t know how she knows, but she does. We run to her and the three of us sob. I’m clutching on to Mom, and Jordan has his arms around both of us.