Sidelined (40 page)

“Your clothes. My floor.” I yank his tee over his head then run my hands over his shoulders to his arms. My eyes firmly on his, I let my hands fall to his pants and unbutton them. With a sharp push, they drop to the floor. With his boxers. “Target hit,” I murmur, clasping his neck and lying back.

He falls with me, his low laugh humming through my body. “With perfect precision,” he rasps, the head of his cock teasing my wet pussy. The friction sends waves of desire and need so strong that they consume me.

“Lesson three,” Jack half groans, moving his hips so he can ease inside me. “Score.”

With that word, he thrusts inside me, unapologetic for its power.

I throw my head back. My eyes flutter shut at the sharp fizz of pleasure that jolts me. Jesus. I fucking missed this. I missed him—and I didn’t even realize how badly until right now.

Every part of me is alive and living for him as he lifts my legs to go deeper inside me. With each thrust, he declares that he owns me, and I let him because I can’t deny the truth.

Never did I imagine I’d meet a man who could make me feel the way Jack does.

Without warning, he pulls out and flips me onto my side. Just as quickly as he left me, he enters me again. This time, it’s rougher, more desperate, and the intensity of his feelings imprint onto me. I reach my arm back to circle his neck as he lifts my leg with one hand and grasps my breast with the other.

This way, he hits me deeper, and each time he pounds his cock into me, a heated wave of pleasure washes over me. Each one is only intensified by the way his mouth moves at the side of my neck, at his harsh, hot breaths teasing across my goose-pimpled skin.

“Told you,” he growls into my ear, gripping my thigh tighter and angling his hips. “Mine, M. When my cock’s inside you, you’re fuckin’ mine.”

“And when it isn’t?” I finish on a moan.

“You’re still mine. But let me tell you somethin’, baby.” He lifts his hand to my face and pushes it so I’m looking into his eyes, which are almost crazed with desire. “I plan to fuck you a whole lot, in a whole lotta places, in a whole lotta ways, so my cock’s gonna be inside your tight, wet pussy more often than it isn’t. Right now, though, you’re gonna come in around five seconds.”

“Don’t be making promises you can’t keep,” I threaten lamely, feeling the orgasm build inside me.

“Try me, baby. Try me.”

His fingers slide down my thigh to my clit, and he circles it quickly, rubbing hard with every quick movement.

“Oh shit,” I breathe.

The orgasm hits me hard. All I can feel is my blood rushing through my body as I ride high on the all-encompassing feeling taking me over.

“Fuck,” Jack groans, holding his hips firmly against my ass, his cock buried in me to the hilt. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me so tight that his heartbeat thudding against my chest becomes one with mine. “Fuckin’ love you, M. My beautiful girl.”

O
nly she could make me go from fucked up to fucking high in the space of five seconds. Only she could screw with me so badly and still be the thing I want more than anything in this world.

But that’s all right. I’m glad she did what she did, because it wasn’t until the moment it hit me that she’d picked him that I realized how much I needed her to be with
me.
Sure, I knew I loved her. Just didn’t know how goddamn much until the possibility of loving her was taken away.

Except it wasn’t… All because of a goddamn carton of orange juice. And if that ain’t the craziest way to tell someone you wanna be with them, then I’ll be damned.

“I might already regret this,” she says flatly, staring at me.

I lower the carton and wipe my mouth, grinning. “It has my name on it. No glasses necessary.”

She wrinkles her face. “You know, I expect the same courtesy at your house.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get it. You’ll be there more than here now.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you figure that one out, handsome?”

“Your bed is like sleeping on a brick compared to mine.”

“You saying my bed sucks?”

“Only when you gotta sleep in it. It’s fucking awesome to fuck you in.” I reach for her, but she steps back.

“Don’t even think about kissing me with carton-mouth.” She sniffs and glances at the juice still in my hand. Giving a tiny shudder, she turns to the coffee machine. “Hey, you got more coffee!”

“Course I did. How many times do I hafta tell you, baby? None of that instant shit.”

“Fuck me,” she mutters. “Is this the crap I’ve signed up for?”

“Oh yeah.” I shut the fridge, set the carton down, and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Real coffee, a constant stock of bacon, and the guarantee of good, hard sex courtesy of my magic cock. I can see how that’s so hard for you to live with.”

“Is that pun intended, or…?”

“Baby, you have a filthy mind.”

“How do you cope?” She sighs.

“You’re sexy when you sass me.”

“Seriously, Jack. We had sex two hours ago because your hands wander in your sleep.” She turns to face me. “And you’re already trying again?”

“Well.” I drop my eyes to the way her bra pushes her tits up and together. “I wasn’t going to, but now, I’m reconsidering.” So is my cock.

She pats my cheek. “I need coffee. And in approximately ten minutes, my apartment is going to be invaded by my best friends, which probably means Corey will be in tow.”

“He’ll be happy to know he can put you back on his Christmas card list.”

“What?”

I smirk at her confused look. “Get your coffee, gorgeous. You’re ditzy without it.”

I gently slap her ass and jump out of the way before she can retaliate. She shoots me a narrow-eyed look that promises she’ll get me later for it.

That’s what I get for smacking her ass outside of the bedroom.

There’s a series of excited-sounding knocks at the door, and my eyes shoot toward it. On second thought... I dart across the kitchen and swipe Macey’s coffee cup before her fingers even brush the handle.

“What the fuck?” she shrieks.

“If I gotta deal with that”—I nod toward the door—“then I’m gonna need this.” I raise the mug. “Thanks, babe.”

“Ass!” Macey hisses.

I grin, walking into her room.

She yells, “Put the damn juice back in the fridge next time!”

It’s a fucking good thing I’m a god between the sheets or she might just kill me within the week.

Girls just don’t stop talking.

A universally accepted fact, I know, but since guys avoid them when there’s important stuff to be spoken about, I didn’t realize just how much they talk. Or how fast. It’s a fucking wonder they can even understand each other.

All I’ve managed to take from the conversation is “asshole,” “oh my God,” “no fucking way,” and “well, shit.”

So, naturally, I’m following perfectly.

“It’s like feeding time at the fucking zoo,” Corey grumbles. “We don’t have to be at practice until twelve. I should be in bed.”

“Yep.” I agree totally. “How the fuck do they know what the other is saying?”

“Man, I’ve learned that, when girls chat shit, they morph into their own goddamn language that’s only understood by other chicks and, occasionally, dogs.”

I snort.

“Jack!”

“What?” My attention snaps to Leah so quickly that my neck cricks.

“Did you see Lucy?”

“Yeah.”

She blinks at me. “And?”

“And…” I stare at her for a second. “And what?”

“Jesus. It’s like teaching a rock math,” Macey mutters.

“I’ll fuck that sass outta you, baby. Don’t you doubt it,” I shoot at her.

“My blender is still in the front of the cabinet,” she replies without missing a beat.

“Counterproductive.”

“Vibrator.”

“Give up, man.” Corey laughs.

“What happened?” Leah interjects.

“With Lucy?” I ask.

“No, with fucking Darth Vader!”

“Do us all a favor and take her home,” I mutter to Corey.

He snorts into his hand, and Macey glares at me. I lift an eyebrow, her harshness confusing until I recognize the glint in her eye.

Fear.

She’s afraid of what happened.

Why didn’t she ask me herself?

Women. I swear. Dig me a grave, ‘cause they’re gonna send me to a fucking early one.

“I went over, found out she did it ‘cause she wimped out of telling me she wanted to break up, then left.” I shrug. “Simple.”

“Just like that?” Macey asks somewhat hesitantly.

“Just like that, babe,” I confirm, my lips tugging up. “Doubt I was even there for twenty-minutes.”

“Oh.”

Corey shakes his head. “Women.”

With my lips still quirked, I move toward Macey and sit on the sofa with her. She turns her face toward me, pushing her dark hair from her eyes, and looks at me hesitantly.

“You think she’d ever compare to you?” I ask her quietly. “You think you weren’t on my mind every second I was in Denver? ‘Cause I knew I loved you before I knocked on her door.”

“Jack,” she whispers, blinking hard. Slowly, she reaches her hand up to cup my cheek, and the door opens and shuts.

I glance back. We’re alone.

Tilting my face, I kiss the inside of her wrist. “Baby, you tripped me the first damn time I laid eyes on you, and I’ve been fallin’ since. Now, you’re stuck with me, and if I have to spend every day giving you a list of reasons why there’s only you until you believe me, then I will.”

She brushes her thumb across my cheek and leans forward. Her lips are sweet and soft as they brush across mine, and she whispers, “I believe you, handsome.”