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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

KENDRA

Me

So, I know it’s, like, three a.m. in Madrid, but I thought you should know I met Jon Morgan today and had dinner at his house. Well, met him officially anyway. Never really spoke to him much at college.

Ollie

No time is ever inappropriate for these kinds of updates. Literally fanboying over here. Is he a nice guy?

Yeah, he’s a nice guy, a real family man. Though, you’re not concerned about Jack? You know, the guy I’m seeing.

Nah, I’ve already established he’s a good guy. You have no idea how jealous I am right now; you met my hero.

I’m also going to watch the Blades–Scorpions game tomorrow night.

Damn, living your best life, Kend. Dining with Jon, dating his son. Soccer career on the rise.

I’m distracted from my phone when Jack walks into the kitchen, carrying a dark blue folded top, a classic smile across his face. One that hasn’t left since Darcy announced I was going to the game with her.

I set my phone face down on the island since he doesn’t need to see my brother’s unhinged messages.

“What’s this?” My eyes fall to what he’s carrying.

His grin is filled with excitement, like a puppy on Christmas morning.

“You know what’s mandatory when you attend your boyfriend’s game, don’t you?” Jack stops a couple of feet away from me.

Since we got back, he’s had a shower and changed into sweats and a white Blades T-shirt. His hair is still damp, and he smells just like the sheets on his bed. My mouth waters at the potential of me being back in there tonight. He did say that was where he wanted to talk.

I shake my head in response since all my brain is capable of processing right now are thoughts of being wrapped around him.

Jack tips his head to the side. “My jersey. Well, specifically my name.”

Holding it out in front of him, he lets the jersey unravel to reveal Morgan and his number, twenty-two—the same number Jon played with before he retired.

I stare at the jersey in his hands. I guess this is something every girlfriend would expect to wear, but somehow, this feels like the furthest we’ve gone publicly.

“That’s going to drown me.” I chuckle, a combination of excitement and desire hitting me at once.

He steps a little closer. “Why don’t you test that out now?”

My heart thumps as I look up at him. “Right here?”

He nods softly. “Right now. ”

Our fingers brush when I take it and pull it over my head. Every sense is on high alert when the material skims past my nose, and the intensity of his cologne hits me again.

When I pull my hair from the collar and reset my focus on Jack, he’s already twirling his finger around, asking me to do a spin.

I roll my eyes and do as he asks.

Halfway around, he stops me when his hands land on my waist. But he doesn’t say anything, just gathers my hair up and rests it over my shoulder, probably so he can take a better look at his name.

The silence between us is tense and I close my eyes, every muscle in my body squeezing in anticipation.

“It’s way too big.” I sigh and turn back around to face him.

He grasps a handful of the jersey, shaking his head. “I’d say it was meant for you.” The second those words leave his mouth, his eyes bug out and flick up to mine. “Y-you know what I mean. Like, I don’t think you’ll need much practice wearing it. It’s a natural look for you,” he rambles.

I take a step toward him, my heart beating faster, adrenaline racing through me. “You think it looks perfect on me?”

I watch the way his pulse point races and his breathing picks up. The effect I have on him makes me feel something I never really have with a guy. Powerful, sexy, desired. I want more of it.

I dip my hand under the hem of his shirt and skim the waistband of his sweats with my fingertips. He’s not wearing boxers.

A deep rumble echoes in his chest; it isn’t loud, but against the backdrop of nothing, I hear it clearly.

“You don’t think I need to test out your jersey anymore?” I ask, knowing the only thing I’m testing right now is how long he can go without putting his hands on me. By the look in his eyes, I’d say, not long—maybe thirty seconds. I pulse at the thought.

Jack runs his thumb across the mark on the side of my neck, one I’ve no idea if his family noticed earlier.

Just like last night, the switch has been flicked, and a completely different version of him stands in front of me. One I love just as much as his playful side. One I hope that’s exclusive to me.

“What do you want from me, Kitten?” Voice gravelly, he closes his eyes, and his tongue smooths across his bottom lip. “Is it just sex?” He opens them again, pinning me in place. “Or something more?”

Our lips are barely touching, the hot fan of his breath sparking every nerve to life.

“Define more,” I reply. Knowing exactly what I want to hear from him.

Jack swallows thickly, pausing for a second that feels more like an eternity. “A kind of more where none of what we do is for practice. A kind of more where my name is across your back for real because we both want that and not for the benefit of anyone else.” He pulls me into his body, his hard cock pressing into my stomach. “The kind of more where I lay you on my bed and don’t think about whether this is for fun any longer. The kind of more where I can admit my feelings for you and not bury them at the back of my throat.”

“Tell me what you feel.” I’m breathless, knowing the moment he says this out loud, it can never be retracted. It’ll be real.

He drops his forehead to mine; I can tell this is taking every shred of courage he has. “I’ve always cared about you, Kendra. Maybe even when I didn’t have any right to. Maybe more than I should’ve, given that we barely spoke in college. I can’t explain it other than to say I cared about what happened to you. I was fucking gutted when I found out you were going to follow him to New York and give up your dream for some piece of shit. But who was I to say anything? I was no one to you.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he stops me with a finger to my lips.

“I was nothing to you, and that’s okay. You thought you were in love, and you were too damn loyal to ever pay attention to other guys. I deliberately kept my distance too. ”

“Why?”

He smiles and wraps a piece of my hair around his finger, playing with the strands. “Because I didn’t trust myself. I knew that if I got close to you, then I’d do something that would make me feel shitty. Something that wasn’t me.”

“W-what would you have done?”

“I’d have made a move on you. Thrown my hat into the ring and said, Pick me . You weren’t ready for that though, and I wasn’t willing to show you my cards.” He pauses and the hand that rests on my hip squeezes tighter. “Until now.”

I take a deep breath and blow it out. “I’m ready to hear it now. Tell me.” The pulse in my ears makes it hard to hear the sound of my own voice.

“None of this has ever been fake to me, Kendra. I’ve wanted you for four years, yes. But not just to see how you unravel beneath me. I’ve wanted you on my arm for real. I’ve wanted your candles in my apartment for real. I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for fucking real.”

A tear falls down my cheek, and Jack drops my hair, swiping it away.

“Why are you crying?”

I press my forehead into his again, desperate to be closer to him. “After Tyler, I was convinced what I needed was fun. The thought of allowing another guy into my life scared the crap out of me. I was expecting to want to run the moment you said what you just did.” My fingers dip further under his waistband. “But all I want to do is let you have me in any way you want. Nothing about the thought of being with you scares me. You make me too damn happy for that.” I sniffle a laugh. “Even if you think I’m a brat.”

“If you’re a brat, then I’m a glutton for punishment.”

He brings his hand over mine, and we both ease down his sweatpants.

Next, he pulls down my sleep shorts, dancing his fingertips over the front of my lacy thong .

“Can I fuck my girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper, desperation laced in my voice.

I’m ready for Jack to carry me to his bedroom again, so when he doesn’t and instead lifts me up onto the island, a squeal of shock leaves my throat, followed by a bubble of laughter.

He steps out of his sweats and removes my shorts and thong completely, leaving me in only his jersey. Reaching behind him, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the body that makes me want to study it all night with my hands.

He pushes my thighs apart and licks into my mouth, fisting his cock slowly.

“I want to hear you moan when I push myself inside you, Kitten. Then I want to hear the same name that’s printed on your back fall from those pretty lips of yours.”

Jack wastes no time as I spread myself further and he slowly enters me. I’m wetter than ever, and my head falls to his shoulder as I take him, and he fills me fully. The ache from where he fucked me earlier reminds me of how he’ll make me come hard again.

“Does that feel good, Kendra? Do I feel good inside your beautiful pussy?”

“Ohmygod, yes, you do.”

A satisfied groan overtakes us both as he disappears inside, and I lift my head up to face him.

“I can’t move yet,” he says against my lips. “I need you to hold still because you’re clamped so tight around my dick that I’m going to blow straight inside you.”

“I need you to move,” I beg.

He shakes his head but offers me his fingers, and they stroke my clit gently. “This clit is so perfect. The way it grows beneath my touch. The way it feels on my tongue.”

“Move, Jack. Fuck me.”

All I get is a cocky grin as he remains perfectly still. “Would you let me bind your legs one day? I could have so much fucking fun with Scarlett. I feel like we’d make the dream team. ”

He rubs me again, and I shudder uncontrollably.

Teasing the mark on my neck, his tongue swipes across it, and I tip my head to the side, granting him full access.

“I could take your ass; Scarlett could take your pussy. You’d be so full, so wet, so fucking pretty and flushed with lust. Just like you are right now.”

The shudders turn into full-on shakes when he pinches my clit between his fingers.

“Jack,” I moan. “Fuck me, Jack, please.”

“Are you going to come, Kitten? Are you going to soak my cock before it’s even moved?”

I nod, my face falling into the crook of his neck.

He pulls on my hair, tipping my head back. My neck is fully exposed to him as he runs his tongue along my pulse point.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out.

The bastard chuckles as he still refuses to move. “Come for me, Kendra. I promise I’ll fuck you so good when you give me what I want.”

He licks that spot on my neck again, and I unravel all over his dick.

“That’s it. You’re coming so well for me.” He drops his gaze to where we’re connected, and as I continue to orgasm and shudder, he pulls out slightly. “I can see you coming. It’s so beautiful, watching my girl decorate me like this.”

Without a doubt, it’s the longest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. But nothing compared to the feeling that crashes over me when he slams hard inside, pushing me back on the countertop.

Jack’s hands fall to my bare ass as he pulls me into him and starts fucking me so damn hard that I’m squealing, unable to control the intense pleasure exploding on repeat.

“Make a mess of me,” I plead, throwing my head back for him to bite and suck where he loves. “Leave them everywhere.”

Jack’s hands move from my ass to my inner thighs, testing the limits of my flexibility. “Open this pussy up for me to claim, and I’ll do the same with your skin.”

The sound of my arousal fills the apartment, and I fight to stay quiet, determined to hear everything as he lives out his fantasies with my body. The way we both finally play out what’s always been real.

“Where do you want my cum, Kitten?”

I lift up the jersey and expose my lower half. “Everywhere. I want to see it on me.”

Two more pumps, and he pulls out, holding his hard-on in his fist and his eyes on mine.

With a slack jaw, he releases his warmth across me, and I rub it into my skin, gathering what’s left and pushing it inside my pussy.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl—you know that?” he says with awe.

I swipe the last drops from the tip of his still-hard dick, pushing that inside me too. “Correction: I’m your dirty fucking girl.”