Page 68 of Not Falling for the Forward
After begrudgingly removing myself from Emily’s perfect pussy and getting her dressed and back in her own chair she turns to me with an eyebrow raised and asks, “Do I want to know how you know about this private little spot that is perfect for car sex?”
“Unfortunately, it’s nothing like that,” I pout.
“Unfortunately…”
I grin, “I was actually looking at buying a house down this lane when I first moved here. I stopped in this lay-by to…” I stop myself mid-sentence unsure of if I want to sully this perfect moment with the memory. Emily must notice my change in mood because she reaches out a hand to mine.
“When you…?” she coaxes, but I can tell by her expression that if I decide not to tell her, she won’t push.
“I pulled in to have a panic attack.”
“Oh, Jack.” Her reply is soft and sympathetic, again giving me the room to expand if I want to or finish the conversation if I don’t. But this is something I want to tell her about, it’s about my past and if we’re going to have a future then I want her to know me, rough parts and all.
I sigh, “It was a month after I got out of rehab from the accident. I had signed with the team and needed somewhere to live. I had always consulted with Harry and Jaz, about any big purchase in the past. They were both good at that stuff and Jaz really had her head screwed on being a lawyer and all. I’d just been to see this gorgeous four-bedroom house with loads of land and a massive eight car garage. I loved it. I could have bought it outright in cash if I wanted.”
I huff a laugh. “I still could. I didn’t know that at the time, I thought my career was over, I would have one more season in football, probably be benched every game and the sponsors would dry up. I wanted to call Harry and get his advice, he would have told me ‘property is a good asset,’ and Jaz would have figured out how much I would have made on it if I sold it in five years time. But—”
I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath. I need it to continue. “I couldn’t call them because they’re dead. I think that was when it hit me. That I would never see them again. I’d been so focused on getting better and back to football and making himproudthat, I don’t know. I forgot? Or I didn’t realise that, regardless of what I did, he wouldn’t be there to see it. He wouldn’t have the chance tobeproud.”
I look up and see Emily’s eyes lined with silver as she studies me, “You’re a good man, Jack. From what you have told me of them, I know they would be so proud of what you have done with your second chance.” She reaches out and grasps my hand, gently squeezing.
The comment hits me like a spear to the heart and I gasp. No one has ever confirmed what I had always hoped; that they would be proud of me. For trying. A weight I didn’t realise I had been carrying for the past four years lifts off my chest. It makes my chin starts to quiver and before I can stop it, my eyes start to sting. Emily’s arms are around mebefore I can take a breath in and she holds me tight to her shoulder, cradling my head. I release a sob against my will.
We sit like this for a while, Emily stroking my head as silent tears fall. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispers soothingly. I chuff a small laugh, feeling my cheeks burn. When I pull my head back, I rest my forehead on hers, not wanting to meet her eyes.
Emily lifts her hands to cup my face and she slowly uses her thumbs to wipe under my eyes, like I have for her those few times she has been vulnerable with me. She places small tender kisses on each cheek, my forehead, then finally my lips. It’s more intimacy than I have ever shared with anyone and it ignites a new fire inside of me.
I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her and deepen the kiss. “Mmmm,” she groans against my lips as she parries against my tongue with her own. She pulls back and I immediately miss the feel of her against me. “Maybe we should get home before we start again? The car sex was super hot, but I don’t fancy being arrested.”
As gutted as I am about stopping, Emily does make a very good point. She would lose her job, and the press would kill for this story, it would be front page news for the rest of the year.
I lean back and open the driver’s side door.
“Where are you going?” Emily asks.
“I’m swapping with you.”
“You want me to drive?” Her eyebrows shoot into her hair line with shock. I take the keys out of the ignition and hand them to her to emphasise my point. “It’s your car and I trust you. Besides I’m too worked up to drive, it’s uncomfortable turning corners when the wheel keeps hitting my boner.”
She hits me playfully on the arm and laughs.
Chapter thirty
Emily
I am jolted awake by a loud metallic clang coming from below me, followed by an exasperated, “Shit,” and the shushing one does to inanimate objects that make too much noise.
The bed beside me, where Jack slept last night, is empty but still warm. Not that sleeping was the main priority. We dozed in between rounds of sex and I don’t think either of us got more than a few hours. I am gloriously achy from last night; he well and truly lived up to his promises in the car and more. Heat rushes up my neck at the memories as I wrap myself in my dressing gown and head down explore what the noise was.
Never has anyone spoken to me the way Jack does. He has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard. I’m normally not into dirty talk, but it makes me feel confident and sexy. Him telling me what to do for him and how he likes the way I looked whilst doing it makes me feel more ready to do other things that I have never tried before. Like last night, when he fucked me from behind whilst using my dildo to fuck my ass. I would have never even have thought I could take both at the same time—without his words, his praise, I definitely couldn’t have.His promise of switching positions with the toy next time has my toes curling on the carpet.
I make it to the kitchen, where the clanging had come from, to find Jack piling all my pans back into the cupboard from which they fell. I clear my throat behind him, making him jump and hit his head inside the cupboard. “Oof. Shit,” he says, rubbing one hand on the sore spot.
“Sorry,” I say, trying to suppress a laugh. He stands and saunters over to me. He is wearing only his boxers, his toned, tattoo-marked body on full display. I may be well acquainted with every inch of him by now. But looking at him still takes my breath away, his strong chest and defined abs that peter out into that little V I desperately want to kneel down and lick. His smirk tells me he knows exactly what the gleam in my eyes means.
He reaches me and puts one finger under my chin, lifting it so he can kiss me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me again. He wraps his strong arms around me gripping me to him and I instantly melt in his arms. I am so fucked.
“I’m sorry that I woke you, I thought you could do with some more sleep after last night.” His eyes flare at the memories that must be flashing through his mind.
