Page 29 of Not Falling for the Forward
I lean into her ear, and make little circles with my thumb, “I want you to use that tonight, and think about him. I want you to use it asmany times as you need to get him out of your system. Because, when I fuck you. It will be me on your mind, no one else.” I lean back to look in her eyes, which are now blazing, “Do you understand?”
She nods and as I pull back out of her space, she lets out a small whimper at the loss of contact. She is a vision of perfection. Her face is flushed, her nipples are hard and showing under her top, rubbing against the material as she pants. She bites her lip as her gaze travels down my body, and I know she can see how solid my dick is for her in my pants. Her eyes flare as I grip myself through my jeans and say, “Just waiting for you now, baby.”
She doesn’t say a word as she grabs her bag from the footwell and exits the car.
I am up most of the night, fist pumping around my cock as I make myself come more times than I can count. Just the thought of her with my name on her lips whilst she takes those toys deeply and comes around them has me hard as a rock again. I can’t stop thinking about her nipples against her top and the gasp she made when I rubbed my thumb between her legs. And I know she’s not thinking about anyone but me.
Chapter twelve
Jack
“Fucking liars.” I huff, slamming my laptop closed on my dining table.
“What’re they saying now?” Aimee’s voice startles me.
“Jesus.” I place a hand to my racing heart, “When did you get here?”
“Just Aimee is fine. And I’ve just got back. I did shout, but you were obviously in a deep dive.”
Yeah, that could be said for what I was doing. After two weeks of back-to-back away games, where I have played like dog shit due to the constant ache in my hip, I decided to torture myself further and read what the press have been saying about me. Turns out I’m going to be benched for the rest of the season and have my contract dissolved.
At least football is all they are gossiping about and there’s been no secret photos of me and a gorgeous brunette kissing on a pool table leaked. I sigh and run my hands over my face trying to rub away some tension.
Fuck, that kiss. It was everything. I have never wanted somebody more in my entire life. Not seeing her since has been hell. I have tried to give her space to sort her head out after her admission of not quite being over her ex. But I am desperate to speak to her again. It’s notlike I don’t get it; she was with him for years, nearly married the prick. Guy, I mean. She was blindsided by the breakup, and it was only a few months ago, of course she isn’t ready for something other than sex right now.
I almost gave in, when she said that’s all she wanted. Shit, when I got my hands on her and felt how wet she was for me I almost lost it. To have even just a taste of that woman would set me for life. But I’m greedy and I don’t want just a taste. I want to feast, forever in her presence.
I groan and rest my head on the table. The cool, hard wood does nothing to soothe the headache that is forming behind my temples. “Come on. It can’t have been that bad.” Aimee says standing behind me and squeezing my shoulder.
“It’s not that,” I say, my voice slightly muffled by the table I refuse to get up from.
“What, then?” She settles into a chair next to me. I feel my cheeks heat so I don’t lift my face hiding my reaction. “There’s a girl.”
I hear Aimee sigh, “Of course there’s a fucking girl.” I turn my face towards her, cheek now being cooled by the wood. She has leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms, a small crease in her brow. “What have you done now? Got someone pregnant? Slept with another investor’s daughter? Oh, fuck. Tell me there’s not a non-consensual accusation about to come out.”
“Christ, no!” I shoot up in my chair. “None of those things. And especially not the last one. Jesus, Aimee. What do you think I am?” My heart pounds in my chest at the accusation. The fact that my sister, of all people, would think me capable of anything like that, really fucking hurts.
She lifts her hands in surrender, “Okay, sorry. I know you wouldn’t do that. You just look like whatever problem you’re having is going toend your career or something.” She waves a hand at me studying my ragged appearance. She’s not wrong, I haven’t even showered today, let alone fixed my hair. The clothes I put on after training yesterday were the most accessible—from the creased pile on the floor—when I woke up this morning, so I donned them.
“Not my career, but she might end me.” I grumble and drop my head back to the table with a thunk.
Aimee chuckles, “I can see that. What’s the problem? She won’t sleep with you?”
“The opposite.”
“Shewillsleep with you?” She asks, clearly confused.
“Sheonlywants to sleep with me.”
“I’m confused? Isn’t that like you’re thing?” I scowl at the small smirk on her mouth and her eyes widen in delight, as if she is enjoying this. “Oooohhh! You like her!” she teases. “Little Jacky has a crush!” She squeals and starts making kissing noises.
“Fuck off,” I say flatly. “And don’t call me that.”
“Jacky and…” she starts to sing, “Wait, what’s her name?”
“I’m not telling you her name.” She laughs again and gets up out of her chair and dances out of the room singing, “Jacky and what’s-her-name, sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G…”
“Fuck off, Aimee!” I shout after her. I hear the spare bedroom door slam, “What are you even doing here, anyway? You don’t live here!” I shout again.
