Pinkie Promise

by Sarah Clay

  She leans back, giving me more of her exposed skin.

  “And me, babe.”

  I feel her arms wrap around me with my admission.

  “Alright, where’s this key you speak of you big softy?”

  Leaning over to my desk, I swipe it up, placing it in the palm of her hand; before folding her fingers around it.

  But before I let her go, I whisper into her ear; “trust me, there’s nothing soft about me right now.”

  The little minx shifts in my lap, rubbing her arse up against my hard-on, before jumping up and sauntering out of my office; all while smiling over her shoulder at me.

  ∞

  “Heading out for the night?” I hear Victoria’s voice from behind me, shifting to turn and nod in her direction.

  I was waiting for the lift to come so I could get down to the carpark. I’d worked back tonight, trying to get as much done as I could before I went home.

  “What’s the rush, I hear your new little blonde flavor is out having fun; why don’t we do the same?”

  She’s leaning into me now. When I look her over in the light, I realize how stupid I’d been, Victoria was good looking; sure.

  But in comparison to Olivia, she was simple, boring, she was less.

  “I don’t think so.” I take a step backward, causing her arms to drop away.

  “About Olivia being out with my brother and a few people from the offices or about you and me…” She trails out when I cut her off with a glare.

  I knew Olivia was out, she’d sent me a message while I was in my meeting.

  Something along the lines of the team from the 11th floor, taking her out for dinner and drinks to thank her for helping out on the project.

  I knew she wouldn’t be drinking, not just because she was driving, but because she had assured me that she would still make it back to my house.

  But I hadn’t even let the idea of Dean being there enter my mind. Which annoyed me to think about what he’d be attempting while I wasn’t around.

  ∞

  I’d been fuming the whole drive home. Not at anyone in particular.

  Okay maybe at Dean for just existing. I got the distinct feeling he knew I didn’t like him being around Liv but did it anyway. He may have gotten the job by being Victoria’s brother, but I wasn’t fucking her anymore. So he needed to tread very fucking carefully.

  I wasn’t stupid though, I couldn’t very well fire him because he was flirting with Olivia, my Olivia.

  I’d have lawyers chewing me up and spitting me out, all before you could get your dick wet in a whore. All the unfair dismissal tribunals in the state would be chuckling right to the bank when they were done with me.

  I was comforted by the fact Olivia’s KIA was in the drive when I arrived, however, that comfort started to disappear when I’d gone in search of her.

  Finding her and Charlie asleep in the spare room, the one she’d occupied before my bed.

  I know I’d offered up the spare room, but fuck; I didn’t actually want her there.

  Stalking across the room, I sit down beside her on the edge of the mattress.

  “Charlie off” I grumble and he obeys.

  Leaning in, I drop a kiss on her forehead, cheek and then lips.

  She shifts around a little before slowly opening her eyes. The smile that appears when she meets my eyes helps in calming me down.

  “Jacks” I shift her hair from her face.

  Keeping my hands against her cheek. I don’t know how she knows, but she frowns up at me.

  “What’s wrong?” pulling away from me a little, before shifting to sit up in the bed.

  The blanket drops away from her and I notice she’d helped herself to another one of my shirts.

  Tracing my fingers along the hem of it. I stop when her soft fingers tip my jaw up, forcing me to look at her.

  I sigh out, “I’m not good at sharing.”

  She doesn’t speak, but I notice her brow jumps in question so I continue.

  “Growing up in homes, shifting around a lot. I never had many of my own possessions. So the ones I do have; I’m not so good at sharing them.”

  She drops her gaze down to the shirt she has on and I chuckle at the conclusion she’s landed on.

  “Not the shirt babe, actually I love seeing you in my shit, in my clothes, my home, my office.” She relaxes a little, stroking her fingers along my jaw.

  “Ok, I don’t understand, you just said you don’t like sharing your things?”

  I turn my head slightly, kissing her fingers that are skimming the side of my cheek now.

  “You, I don’t like sharing you. But I love sharing my things with you.”

  I don’t look up at her when I admit it out loud.

  “I know you’re not a possession, but from the second I saw you… I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, hurting you, loving you. I don’t want to share you and I know it’s quick. Hell, you’re probably thinking of all your different exit strategies, but I just…”

  She cuts me off when she leans into me, dropping the sweetest kiss to my lips.

  She pulls back a few minutes later, only slightly; and whispers against my lips.

  “You can take me to your room now since you’ve kicked my snuggle buddy out.” I grin, scooping her up and throwing her over my shoulder.

  Her squeals fill the room, but she doesn’t protest. Stalking down the hallway and into my room. I throw her down on the bed, causing her to bounce a few times.

  “You were going to bring me in here anyway weren’t you?” She laughs while shaking her head at me. I didn’t know it was possible, but I feel my smile widen.

  She shifts up the bed and climbs under the blanket; reaching for the remote and flicking on the TV.

  Making herself completely at home, like she’d done it a thousand times before.

  This time it’s me who shakes their head.

  When she notices me stripping out of my clothes her attention is no longer on the Television and instead on me. I chuckle at her obvious staring.

  “Movies over there babe” I point in the other direction.

  But instead, she rests her chin on her hand, not making a move to look away.

  “Found something better to watch.”

  When I get the last of my clothes off, I pounce on to the mattress, ripping the blanket back off of her; causing her to squeal.

  “Oh yeah?”

  she smiles a sultry smile up at me before lacing her arms around my neck and pulling me down against her.

  “Oh yeah,” she moans before bitting on my bottom lip, then sucking it into her mouth.

  The sight of her in my bed, in my clothes, in my space; it’s intoxicating. Brushing my mouth against hers before pulling back.

  “Why’d you go to the spare room babe?” I leave a trail of kisses along her jawline.

  She’s not answering me, instead, wrapping her legs around my hips, and digging her heels into my backside. I grind against her once but pull back. Waiting for an answer. She realizes I’m not going to give in until she does.

  “I guess I’m a little scared, I shouldn’t feel as strongly about you as I do.” It’s barely above a whisper, but I coax more out of her, brushing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

  “I’m right there with you Liv, I’ve never enjoyed having someone in my space or my life as much as I do you.”

  She’s leaning back, pushing her tits up into my face. They're hidden by the material of my shirt, so I make quick work of pulling it up over her head and throwing it to the floor.

  “But I‘m not letting you get away; I know that would be a mistake” I mumble before taking her pebbled nipple into my mouth.

  She groans against me, “Jacks, what about what you said about my age, my brother, all the indecision in my life” she questions, but I don’t break away from my task at hand.

  Scraping my teeth across one nipple before soothing it and moving over to the next.

  “I sp
oke to your brother, he called it. We talked and he’s okay, well as okay as he can be about knowing I’ll be sleeping with his sister.” I grin when she scrunches her face up at me.

  “Your age, fuck it. Just means when I’m an old man you’ll still be sexy as fuck. And as for all the confusion about your life, that’s easy” I pull away from her perky tits and nip at her mouth again.

  She raises a brow in question, waiting for the answers.

  “You can stay in Hayward, go to University here or come work at Anperson, having you there would be an asset to the company. You don’t have to make any life decisions right now, but I want you to stay.”

  She scrapes her nails up into my hair and pulls my mouth back to hers, owning my mouth with her own. Her tongue moves with a punishing pace; I can feel my cock getting harder by her kiss alone.

  She releases her legs from around my hips, dropping them back down to the mattress. Before moulding my body to hers I reach down to her panties and pull them down her long legs. Kissing my way back up her body and to her mouth. Licking and tasting my way along her skin.

  “Fuck your body is amazing.” I groaned as I dropped some of my weight down on to her.

  My cock straining against her heat. She gasps out when she feels me.

  Pulling back, I swirl my tongue against her pulse point. Imprisoning her beneath me, with my hands either side of her head. Her hands skim down my sides, grazing the hard edges of my chest. She plants them on my hips and urges me forwards. I grin at her eagerness, teasing my hand down her body.

  I grip my cock, pulsing my hand back and forth a few times before rubbing it against her slit. Coating the tip with her juices before easing into her. She moans into my ear as I drop my head down to her shoulder. I still for a second, stretching her tight little pussy.

  After a couple of seconds, she wraps her legs back around me and it’s all the invitation I need to start moving again, pulling out before sinking back into her.

  She’s so fucking tight, but she was ready for me and her arousal is helping as I kneel up and plunge back into her. I lift my head back up and take her mouth, claiming it as I drive into her.

  Her moans are growing needier, I pull my hand between us and start rubbing her clit while I continue thrusting into her.

  “Jacks... so good” She moans out, grinding against my fingers.

  I know I’m not going to last long, coming in her tight little hole is too tempting. I keep rubbing her clit while I unwrap her leg from around me and lift it up, over my shoulder. Plunging into her deeper, her moans are enticing. I feel her tighten beneath me, fighting her own release.

  “Come for me baby, give me what I want” I crush my lips down to her as she screams my name out, shuddering beneath me.

  I slam into her once, twice more before I explode inside her. Our arms both wrapped around the other as I ride out my high, I feel my cock spasm the last of my seed before I crush her beneath me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Olivia

  Neither of us had moved. Jackson was lying atop me. His cock still inside me. We’d been laying here for a few minutes, I was scraping my nails up and down his back. He was so relaxed and content, I wasn’t sure if he was falling asleep but I didn’t mind either way.

  “So fucking perfect” he mumbles into my ear, before lifting his mouth to mine and leaving me stunned with the slowest, most passionate kiss.

  Slowly he lifts his body from mine and edges out of me. I feel the loss of him immediately.

  “Don’t pout pretty girl, I would stay like that all night if I could.”

  I feel my smile slowly creep over my face, watching as he stands from the bed, and walks into his bathroom. I hear the shower come on before he walks back into the room naked, stopping at the side of the bed and looking down at me.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen anything better” he comments. Before leaning down and picking me up, and carrying me into the bathroom with him.

  ∞

  The last two weeks had flown by, Cooper had stayed on where he was after the guys assured him I was well taken care of.

  I missed him dearly and couldn’t wait to see him, but life was pretty damn close to perfection.

  Well, besides a bunch of text messages I’d been receiving from a blocked number for weeks on end, they were all similar in context.

  Telling me to go back to where I belong, calling me some pretty unflattering names. I’d ignored them, assuming it was Alec or my Dad.

  Instead, I focused on what was right in front of me.

  I’d wake up each day wrapped in Jackson, we’d spend our mornings together with Charlie, him running, me cooking breakfast.

  We’d shower together before getting ready and going into the office together.

  We’d go our separate ways, sometimes he’d pop down to the 11th floor and check on the work I was doing, always kissing me to a point of needing to keep an oxygen tank on standby.

  We hadn’t been having lunch together because his meetings wouldn’t allow it, but I was content to either eat with the team in the lunchroom or duck down to the deli at the end of the block and have a quick bite by myself.

  A couple of times Tony had taken me out for a meal.

  I’d noticed when we were one on one and away from the masses, he opened up more; he’d crack jokes and talk to me about anything I wanted.

  At the end of the day I’d meet Jackson up in his office, sometimes I’d wait with him while he finished up his work, other times he’d work me up instead; then he’d drive us back to his place.

  Staying in and having dinner, watching movies or playing with Charlie. But each and every night I was in his bed, sometimes we’d fuck and other times he would take his time worshipping my body.

  I loved every second of being around him.

  He’d told me stories about his childhood, some of the homes he’d been in. How he’d worked his butt off in school to get the grades he needed for scholarships to college.

  He was incredibly smart, he knew he wanted more for his life than being a statistic and he’d made it happen. It made me proud to be the one that was on the receiving end of his affection and attention.

  He’d come clean about moving Dean on to another project, he wasn’t wrong when he said he didn’t like sharing what was his. And it felt good to be his.

  It was crazy and it was quick. But it was so amazing, so I didn’t question it.

  He had, however, unintentionally started the office rumor mill when he’d walked in on one of the designers, Harry; laughing and ‘flirting’ with me.

  Still, to this day, I don’t think he was really flirting, but Jackson assures me he was and he hadn’t liked it.

  He’d informed his employee that it wasn’t a good idea to come on to the boss’ girlfriend. The title he’d enlisted on me had spread around all three floors before the end of the day.

  Jackson made me feel so special and cared for that it hadn’t really bothered me.

  But that night he’d crawled into bed and apologized for going all caveman on me. He’d definitely made up for it with his mouth that night, and then I’d fallen asleep in my boyfriend’s arms afterward.

  ∞

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I jumped as the bitchy voice rang out over my shoulder.

  Spinning around in my chair to spot Victoria standing right behind me, glaring daggers at me.

  I was currently sitting on an office swivel chair that I’d rolled up in front of the lifts on the 11th floor, Cooper was expected any second and I couldn’t wait to see him.

  Rolling my eyes in her direction before turning back to the watch the numbers on the lift.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see her lean past me and push the call button. Continuing to stand behind me, neither of us saying a word to the other.

  Just as I hear her open her mouth to speak again, the lift arrives on our floor and Tony steps off looking down at his phone.

  Victoria shoulders past him and takes it
back down to the lobby, whatever she was going to say, lost.

  Tony smirks at me when he looks up from his screen, shaking his head.

  “Eager to see the big brother?” I smile back at him, nodding.

  Before I know it he grabs another chair and wheels it up beside me, taking a seat to wait with me.

  Another few minutes pass and I sigh out into the room.

  “What’s taking him so long” I whine.

  Tony laughs at my grumpiness. “He’ll be here soon, traffics a bitch with all the roadworks going on.”

  I nod reluctantly, knowing that he’s right. When the lift dings, I whip my head around.

  But instead of Cooper, Jackson steps out.

  And although he looks as sexy as ever, I feel my face drop.

  “Wow, try to hide your disappointment next time babe.” Tony chuckles along with Jackson while I just grumble.

  He drops a chaste kiss on my forehead before moving over to the desk beside us; leaning against it and crossing one ankle over the other while looking towards the lifts.

  “This seems like a good use of our time” he assures us but laughs when he notices I’m sticking my tongue out at him.

  “Be supportive like Tony or go be a mood killer somewhere else” I suggest, looking back to the lifts.

  “Never a mood killer pretty girl, you should know that.” My cheeks heat at his comment, but the sound of the doors opening in front of me distract me from making any comment.

  Coop steps out and comes up short when he spots all three of us sitting waiting for him.

  A smile spreads across his face when I spring out of my chair and jump on him. Wrapping my arms and legs around his body.

  “Hey Livvie” he laughs but wraps his arms around me, holding me up.