Page 11 of Double Play
Because that’s what this is between us.
Love.
That soul-crushing, can’t breathe without you kind of love.
“Sometimes I tell myself I’m a burden in your life. If we weren’t best friends…” He pauses and it’s like he’s trying to find the words to explain how he feels. “I tell myself you don’t want me the same way I want you. I hide the way I feel because I’m afraid you’ll end up hating me and leave.”
How could he think that?
I’m hurt and angry that he would even for a second consider that I’d leave him. That I could walk away from him. Like there’s any part of me that could ever hate him.
“You think I just take care of people for fun? No, Jack. I take care of you because Ifuckinglove you. I want to spend every second of my day with you and every night with you curled up next to me in bed. How could you ever think that I would hate you?”
Jackson is mine, and now there’s only going to be us. No more fucking other people, separately or together. No more women.
He’s mine and I’m his.
End of story.
I turn the shower off and drag him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, our bodies still dripping with water. “Get on your knees and open your fucking mouth, Jackson.”
With his eyes on me, he does what I ask—knees hitting the hardwood, chest heaving as he looks up at me through his lashes, mouth open.
I’m going to show him how mine he fucking is.
I lean over and spit into his waiting mouth. “Don’t swallow,” I warn him, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it, the other gripping his neck as I slide down his throat.
Only a few pumps in his warm mouth have my balls tightening. “Does that feel like I hate you? You feel how fucking hard you make me. You think I don’t want you?” His gaze flicks to mine, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes.
He shakes his head. Wiping away his tears with my thumbs and then pushing his hair from his forehead, I grab a fistful and take control.
“That’s it.”Thrust. “Take it, baby.”Thrust.“Fucking take it all. It’s all yours. Every inch and every last drop.” Jackson takesevery brutal thrust I give him, moaning around me. He doesn’t even attempt to get himself off like this because he knows.
He knows that I’m going to be the one to make him come.
I pull out of his mouth before I get to the point where I can’t stop. Jackson gasps, a string of saliva hanging between us, connecting his mouth to my cock.
Fuck, he’s so fucking beautiful.
“Get on the bed.” I caress his face, feeling his stubble on the pad of my thumb.
He scrambles onto the bed, staring down at the mattress and then back at me. “How do you want me?”
“On your back,hermoso. I want to be able to kiss you while I make love to you.”
“O-Okay.” His voice shakes, and my heart does a little somersault at how adorable he sounds. Jackson lies back and spreads his legs for me.
“Like this?”
Fuck me.
“Yeah,” I stroke myself, taking in the view of his perfect body. “Just like that, baby.”
I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs.This is the first time we’ve ever been face-to-face without someone between us. Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.Jackson’s eyes never leave mine as I lean down, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss. This is different from the rough, passionate encounters we’ve had. This is a promise, a declaration of my love and devotion.
All we have is time, so I explore his body, my hands and lips tracing every scar, every mark that tells the story of his life. Each one is a testament to his strength and resilience, and I honor them with my touch. “You are perfect, Jackson,” I murmur against his skin. “Every part of you is perfect.”
He shivers beneath me, his body responding to my touch. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own. I move down his body, taking my time to kiss and suck at his skin, leaving little marks that all say the same thing.
