Page 29 of Don't Lie to Me

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

“You are so beautiful.”

I fell apart as he pulled out from me, and on his last thrust, I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him to my chest, screaming his name. My entire body started shaking, fluttering in pleasure, as he kept moving. But this time, his movements were more frantic; faster than before, but not rough. I could feel him grow even harder in me, as I pulsed around his shaft and I knew he was getting close. And just as he let go, calling my name, another orgasm rocked my body. I threw my head back into my pillow and wrapped my legs around him, wanting to hold onto that feeling for as long as it lasted.

I smiled once he rolled off me and my heart rate had decreased to a tempo slower than ready-to-explode. “You were right….you do your best talking in bed.”

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through my hair. It felt calming and comforting all at the same time. “What are your plans the rest of the weekend?”

“The usual. I have to get Logan and do all the work around here I usually save for weekends.”

He looked confused.

I laughed. I knew Jack appreciated my work at his place, but he honestly had no idea what went on in keeping a house clean, clothes laundered, grocery shopping, cooking, etc. His naiveté humored me.

“Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning….that kind of stuff.”

“How long does that take?”

I scrunched my nose and thought about it. “Two or three hours if I’m by myself; more if Logan’s around.”

“If I get him from his sleepover and take him to the park, would that give you enough time to finish before three?”

I looked at Jack questioningly. “You want to pick him up from his sleepover? Why?”

“There’s a Cubs game tonight. I thought we could all go – my treat.”

I only had to think about it for a split second before answering yes. And laughed at Jack’s big smile. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken us to games, but it felt better this time. “I’m surprised you’d do this.” I said and then regretted it when Jack’s eyebrows pulled together. “It’s just….picking Logan up, the park…it’s so very…..domesticated.”

Jack’s mouth dropped in feigned shock. “I can be domesticated.”

I snorted, completely unattractively, but I couldn’t help it. “You are anything but domesticated Jack McMillan.”

With a laugh, he pulled me over on top of him so I was straddling his waist and his already half-erect penis. “I’ll show you domesticated.”

I rolled my eyes and hopped off him. “None of that…you have to get Logan.”

I scribbled down the directions to Connor’s house, and then called his mom to let her know someone else was picking Logan up. I gave Jack one quick kiss good-bye once we were fully dressed and promised him I would be ready by three for the game.

Once he left, I sighed to myself. Going to a game with Jack wasn’t anything different than we’d done for the last couple of years on occasion. But this felt different, especially with him picking Logan up and taking him to the park. It felt more like a partnership, something I’d wanted for myself – and Logan – for a really long time. I just still didn’t know how long something like that would last with Jack.

Enough. I scolded myself and brushed the thought away before it could ruin my mood. It was a ballgame and a day at the park with Mr. Jack; Logan would be happy. I had the morning to myself and then an afternoon of fun planned.

TEN

Nothing entertained me more than a Cubs game in the summer. The warm weather, the hot dogs, and beer, watching Logan yell and fill out his scorecard along with the game….it always made me feel connected to the city and the people.

Spending the day at the ballpark with Jack changed the experience completely. Instead of overweight, sweaty vendors shouting ‘Get your hot dogs’ walking up and down the stairs, we had a private, air-conditioned room, and a fully stocked fridge along with someone to go get the food for us.

I didn’t know which experience I liked more. I liked being pampered and taken care of. I also liked being independent and on my own. I got used to it when Marcus left after he found out I was pregnant. Being with Jack was hot and intense….and frustrating. I knew he cared for me, but I still doubted how long it would last and how comfortable I should become with the luxuries of his life – fancy cars, drivers for more fancy cars, suites for games and incredible food. He wanted to care for us. I wanted to fight it every step of the way while at the same time, finally just letting someone help carry my load with me.

“You’re doing it again.”

I slowly turned my eyes from the game I wasn’t paying attention to, to the face of a man clearly annoyed.

I shrugged. Maybe I was, a little bit.

Jack placed his hand on my knee, and for the first time his touch didn’t feel sexy – just comforting. I looked down at it, and then nodded to the bar in our suite where we could talk quietly and Logan couldn’t hear. Although he was busy scribbling all over his program drawing the players he saw on the field so I doubt he’d hear us anyway. The kid could get lost in drawing for hours.

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