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Chapter Thirty-One

IZZIE

I ride shotgun on the way back, and by the time we arrive at Jackson’s place, both he and Chad are snoring in the back seat.

“Jackson, wake up,” Jane says to no avail. None of them stir. “Great,” she mumbles. “Go on, Izzie. Get your boyfriend out of my car.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I grit out.

“Whatever he is, he is yours. I have my own drunk boy to deal with.”

I look at her exasperated. “What do you want me to do?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know… drag his ass out of the car?”

“He’s a big boy made of pure muscle. How am I supposed to drag him out of the car?”

She smirks at me. “Maybe you can kiss him awake.”

I shake my head. “God, you’re awful. Fine, I’ll try to wake him.”

In a huff, I get out of the car, then open Jackson’s passenger side door. “Jackson… wake up.” I shake his shoulder first, and when he doesn’t move, I grab his arm and yank. “Come on, Darcy. It’s time to go.”

He opens his eyes slowly and seems lost for a moment. “Where am I?”

“We’re in front of your house. Let’s get you inside.”

A lazy smile unfurls on his face. “Are you coming in with me?”

I open my mouth to say no, but Jane beats me to the punch. “Yes, she’ll come in with you. Now get out.”

I can’t believe she said that, but at least it gets Jackson moving. I help him out of the car, and he pretty much collapses on top of me. “Oops.”

“God, did you get drunker during the ride here?”

He stands straighter. “What? I’m not drunk.”

I grab his arm and put it around my shoulder. “Come on, sober boy. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Yeah, babe.” He kisses my cheek, and my face bursts into flames.

Jane starts to back out of the driveway, making me turn and yell, “Where are you going?”

She sticks her head out the window. “I’ll come back later to get you.”

I grumble. I swear she’s just trying to play matchmaker now.

“Where’s your key?” I ask Jackson.

“I don’t have a key. I just need my code.”

Indeed, he has one of those modern locks with a keypad. I wait for him to type it in, but it takes him a couple of attempts to get it right.

“Phew. I was one attempt away from being locked out.”

“That’s why I prefer old fashioned keys,” I reply.

He walks in but holds the door open for me. “Welcome to my humble residence.”

I give the open living room a cursory glance. There’s nothing humble about his house. Everything looks expensive. The decor is more modern than his ranch, but the color scheme is similar. Light neutrals with a dark furniture accents. The only pop of color in the living room is a piece of modern art hanging from a wall.

“Who are those hockey players in the painting?” The art is too messy to tell.

Jackson walks toward the painting and poses next to it. “You don’t see the resemblance?”

“That’s you?” My brows shoot up.

“Yeah, me and Chad, celebrating his very first shutout, which was also the first NHL game we played together.”

“Wow… and you commissioned it?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’m not that narcissistic. It was a gift from a local artist.”

“And he didn’t paint one for Chad?”

Jackson rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Actually, the painting belongs to Chad, but at the time, he was living with me. When he moved out, he insisted that I keep the painting.”

“Oh… that was sweet of him.”

He definitely belongs with Jane. That’s something she’d do.

Jackson approaches me, a glint of danger in his eyes. “I remember you said something about getting me to bed.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter. You need to sleep, and I need to go home.”

He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body. “I don’t need to sleep. I need you.”

Even drunk, Jackson sounds sexy. I can’t help how my pulse accelerates, and the chills of desire that roll down my back. But I don’t want sloppy drunk sex to ruin the memory of last night, so I step back.

“Says the guy who was passed out in the back seat of a car a few minutes ago.”

“Fine. You got me.” He takes my hand. “Come on, put me to the bed, then.”

He’s acting way too agreeable. I bet he’s plotting something. But I’m curious about his bedroom, so I let him steer me down the hallway. There are a few black-and-white pictures on the wall, but I don’t have time to give them more than a quick glance.

No sooner do we enter Jackson’s room than he releases my hand and starts to undress. First, he gets rid of his T-shirt, then his shorts go next. And hello, he isn’t wearing anything underneath those shorts.

He sits at the edge of his king-size bed and curls his fingers around his massive erection. “See? I’m not sleepy at all.”

God help me . “You’re relentless. I’m not going to fuck you right now.”

He pouts. “You’re gonna give me blue balls? Why are you so cruel?”

I try to list all the reasons I should just turn around and leave, but my legs won’t obey me.

Hell. Why am I fighting what’s happening?

“Do you think I’m cruel?” I arch a brow.

“Well… you are acting cruel right now. Can’t you see I’m burning for you, my sweet Izzie?”

My heart does a backflip. He had to call me by that endearment. It seems he found my weakness. But if we’re going to do this, it will be on my terms.

I grab his discarded T-shirt from the floor and walk over. “Do you want me to take care of you, hot stuff?”

His eyes turn round. “Hot stuff? I like that. And yes, I want you to take care of me.” He reaches for my ass with both hands, pulling me closer to him.

“You’ll have to do everything I say.”

He kisses my stomach, then looks up. “You own me, beautiful. I’ll do anything you want.”

I know he’s only saying that because he’s buzzed and horny as hell, but it’s hard not to be affected by his words.

“Lie down,” I tell him.

He scooches farther onto the mattress and lies on his back, folding his arms behind his head. “What’s next?”

I walk to the side of the bed, still holding the T-shirt in my hand. “Arms up, wrists together.”

His brows shoot up when he finally gets where I’m going. “Are you going to tie me up, gorgeous?”

“Yep.” I smirk.

He follows my command. “I’ve never been tied up before.”

His confession pleases me to no end. I like that I’m the first to do this to him.

“Good to know. I’ll go easy on you.” I twist the T-shirt into a makeshift cord and tie his wrists together to the bed post.

“Don’t go easy on me, Izzie. I want everything.”

I smile. “Is that so?”

His eyes become hooded and burn with desire. Being under his gaze makes me feel sexy and powerful. I shuffle back and take off my own T-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra. Jackson’s eyes bug out, and then he struggles to break free from the knotted T-shirt.

I cup my breasts, then tease my nipples. “Do you want to touch them?”

“Yes, very much.”

I shake my head. “Too bad you can’t.”

“What are you doing to me?” he asks in a tight voice.

“I’m having fun.”

I shimmy out of my shorts, pulling my underwear off as well. Now I’m standing in the middle of Jackson’s bedroom in my birthday suit, and I can see he’s struggling to keep it together. Perfect.

“You’re so beautiful. I might come just from looking at you,” he rasps.

“You can’t come yet.”

In response, he crosses his legs and clenches his butt cheeks. Poor guy. He’s hanging on by a thread. I join him in bed, sitting next to him first.

“Izzie, please. Come closer.”

“Like this?” I run my fingers across his chest, then down his abs until I graze the head of his cock. He jerks his hips.

“I need more,” he grumbles.

I need more too, babe.

I lean forward and softly press my lips to his. He’s hungry, and he deepens the kiss even though he’s at my mercy. I let his tongue take control, enjoying the desire I taste in the exchange.

When I wrap my fingers around his shaft, he groans against my mouth. That’s my cue to break the kiss. I pull back, and my eyes connect with his feverish and wild gaze. He might tear the T-shirt and break free.

“Izzie…”

“Shh… it’s okay, babe. I’ll make you feel good.” I straddle one of his legs, desperately needing so sooth my own ache, while sliding my hand up and down his cock.

Hissing, he closes his eyes. His body tenses, emphasizing his abs. God, I want to ride him so much, but I also want to play with him, make him lose control from only the touch of my hands.

“Oh God… Izzie… You’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the idea.”

He looks at me, then struggles with his bindings. “I want to touch you.”

“No.”

“Fuck!” His entire body convulses, and his cock pulses under my touch right before hot cum spills everywhere. I work him faster, trying to prolong his orgasm. My clits throbs with arousal, and before I know it, I’m climaxing too.

“Jackson!” I rotate my hips, rubbing my clit against his leg.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come all over me,” he tells me in a husky tone.

Hell, even bound, he’s still in charge. Not that I mind too much.

Once the orgasmic wave recedes, I collapse next to him and close my eyes. I need to catch my breath.

After a moment, Jackson asks, “Are you going to untie me now?”

I roll onto my side and prop my head on my closed fist. “I don’t know yet.”

“I can break free, you know?”

“Is that so? I want to see it.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you daring me, gorgeous?”

“Maybe?”

He grins, and then it takes him only a couple of hard pulls to undo my knot. I guess I didn’t tie it tight enough. He rolls on top of me before I can move and crushes his lips to mine. He’s still hungry, but so am I. I was afraid if I fucked Jackson after his celebratory binge the sex would be terrible, but I was silly to worry. He’s the same sex god he was last night.

“You were a bad girl and must be punished,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I run my fingers through his hair and yank at the strands. “Oh yeah. And how are you going to do that?”

He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk right for days.”

Keeping me trapped underneath his body, he reaches for the nightstand and grabs a condom wrapper from the drawer.

“Do you want me to put it on?” I ask.

He leans back. “No, gorgeous. Just spread those beautiful legs wide.”