“I will,” he said as he turned and kissed her on both cheeks.

  Jack turned to me, his eyes wide. He took one step and I pulled him into my arms.

  “Ugh.” He groaned and giggled.

  “Have a good day at school.” I whispered to him and kissed his neck. “Stay out of trouble.”

  “Right home after school,” Carrington said.

  I waited in the kitchen while Carrington walked Jack out to the neighbor’s car. I wondered if the two boys from across the street had confessed to their parents. I sat at the kitchen table and looked over the schedule.

  She walked back in a few minutes later. Carrington placed her hands over my shoulder and on my chest, her chest pressing into the back of my neck. I took one hand and kissed it. Her hand continued down my chest and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it, I took hold of it and helped her by pulling it up and over my head and discarded it on the floor. I grabbed her arm and lead her around the chair and she straddled my lap. I wore sweat pants and I couldn’t hide my excitement from her. She snuggled on my erections, moving her hips over it. She discarded the rob and I worked on her tank top. Moving my hands up her torso.

  “See, I told you the schedule needed to be flexible.”

  “Oh, when I said breakfast, I meant sex.”

  I ran my palm over her breast and she took in a shallow breath. I squeezed her nipple and she arched her back, which angled her hip to pushed further into my groan. I grunted and she smiled and I groaned. She had a sexy smile.

  My other hand found their way inside the waist band of her shorts in the back, I slid over her curves, around her waist and rubbed the back of my hand down her abs. My hand slid further down and settled between her legs and she gasped when I touch that perfect spot.

  Her legs twitched and she scooted away from me. I snaked my arm around her back and pulled her close.

  “Jackson.” She breathed my name.

  “Look at me, baby.” We locked eyes and my fingers rubbed harder, and I held on firm. Her breath quickened and she bit her lip. I leaned in to kiss and nibble on the same lip. She sought out my tongue and massaged it as her body shivered and she pushed my hands deeper between her legs.

  When she relaxed the grip on my hands, she stood up and pushed her shorts off as I pushed my shorts down. She climbed back on my lap and wrapped her hands around me. Her wetness coated my fingers and I laced my fingers through hers as they wrapped around my dick.

  Her hands felt amazing, but I wanted inside of her. I lifted her with my other arm and she guided me as I slid into her.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped.

  She settled on my lap and we didn’t move right away. We both enjoyed the sensation of being like this with each other. She studied my face, tracing the lines of my jaw and my nose with her finger tips. I memorized every inch of hers with my lips. I kissed her forehead and her nose. I found her lips and kissed her deep. I pulled away to watch her as she moved. Her lips opened and her tongue snaked out and licked her lips as if she needed to taste where my lips and been, the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I looked in her eyes and felt like I could see into her soul.

  She moved with me inside of her slow at first and every move I took in a sharp intake of breath and exhaled when she slowed down.

  “Jackson,” she said. My name never sounded so good rolling off of anyone’s lips … every. I placed my hands on her hips to assist her in moving against me. Speeding up as we continued.

  Her breath speed up and I tried to match it. With every exhale she let go. With every breath, her anxiety issues went away. With every thrust, her control issues disappeared. She let me in and I was ready to step up to the plate because I realized why I wanted this woman so bad. Because nothing and no one on earth compared to my Carrington.

  ***

  Carrington Olivia Butler

  My thighs ached from straddling Jackson. We had sex in the kitchen, again, but this time, it was different, beautiful, passionate and resulted in a mind blowing orgasm. The kind of orgasm that made you believe in the best of …everything.

  I leaned my head on Jackson’s shoulder and slowed my breathing. He remained inside of me and I felt him getting hard.

  “You haven’t had enough.” I squeezed my pelvic muscles and he grunt.

  “I’ll never have enough.”

  I leaned back and every move created an after shock that threatened to push me over the edge. I regained feeling in my legs and pushed off of Jackson’s lap. I pulled him up with me and led him into my bedroom. I climbed back into to bed under covers and Jackson joined me. We laid on our sides, our hands roaming everywhere and looking into each others eyes. Jackson held a curious expression and I tried to speak to him with my eyes. Trying to find that connection we once had. The connection I looked for with others and never found. The connection I didn’t bother looking for the few times we had been together since he came back into my life. What if I looked and couldn’t find it.

  This time, it started as a flicker, something small and familiar. I felt it in my gut. I didn’t push it down, but encourage it to seep into my body in every place that Jackson touched and caressed. Her ran his hand down my hip and the felling felt like a trail of stars sweeping over my body and my body hummed. His fingered crawled up my spine and my confidence built as I arched my back and pressed into him. He rewarded me by flicking my nipple with his tongue as he massaged my other breast. He placed a hand over my heart and it felt like an electric jolt to my system. I sought out his lips and plunged my tongue into his mouth. I rolled back and Jackson rolled over on top of my. I held his hand over my heart with one hand as I guided him into me with the other hand.

  Jackson tried to move his hand and I increased my grip.

  “Stay here with me.”

  He stopped and searched my face and caressed my cheek. I opened myself up and made myself available to him. What I felt when he touched me, I wanted him to feel it too.

  I wanted to apologize to him for using his body the last couple times we were together. I was going through the motions and while Jackson’s sexual prowess made me come both times, it was nothing more than sex.

  Staring into his eyes now and feeling all the emotions of what being with him meant. Jackson offered me everything, and I accepted every single bit of it.

  Jackson stopped to adjust, he pulled his knees up under him and pounded in me deeper. As the same time, he kissed me any where his lips could reach, my neck and chin. He moved his head down to my ear and whispered, “I have my Carrington back.”

  That pushed me over the edge and I screamed out his name and a few second later he released, too. His hand remind on my chest, but more of a measure to make sure after being in a hyper state, we would come back down to earth together.

  “Wow,” I said. I couldn’t think of another adequate adjective to describe how amazing I felt.

  “Wow,” Jackson said, mimic me my town. “That was incredible.”

  “Wow.”

  Jackson rolled onto his side, but left his left leg draped over me. The feel of being wanted and feeling secure and beautiful and sexually satisfying, overwhelmed my senses. I closed my eyes and counted to three. When I opened them, he and it squeezed me tight. The feeling of overwhelming love and adoration and pride in the man I got to call mine, all mine.

  He was all mine. I laughed. Again, I forgot to ask the questions.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I cuddled up closer to him, loving the way my toned curves fix next to his muscular body. He cradled my chin in his hand and turned my face so he could kiss me. He brushed his nose against mine.

  “I was thinking about Jackson’s first birthday. The first time we were together, how all of this went down because I forgot to ask one very important question. We have sex and I didn’t bother to ask … again.”

  “You are not going to ask me if I’m seeing someone else are you?”

  “Well, it’s been almost a month since the last time we were together.”

  “I’m not an eighteen year old boy, I can control myself.”

  “Ok, I’m sorry. I had a flashback and I thought if I had asked the questions, it might have avoided a whole lot of heart ache.”

  “Yeah, but it would have removed one of the best nights in my life from my memory.”

  “Who knows, the way I felt about you that day, I may not have minded. It would have been nice to have that choice.”

  “Things happened for a reason. The way I’m feeling right now, this may be the reason we had to go through what we went throughout.”

  “And, how are you feeling now?”

  He eyes scrunched up and I rubbed the wrinkle between his eyes with my thumb.

  “Fortunate.” He bit is lip and my hand travel from his forehead to his lips. He kissed my finger tips. “Happy. Blessed. How do you feel?”

  “Relieved.”

  He chuckled.

  “Do you know how much time and energy I put into worrying will we or won’t we end up together. It was exhausting. I waited seven years for this to happen. What took you so long? Ouch.”

  Jackson pinched me.

  “You weren’t ready for me. Now you are?”

  “Are you sure? How do you know?”

  He tilted my chin up so we were eye to eye. “I see it in your eyes.”

  “Yeah,” I whispered as he kissed me.

  “I told you, you’re my Carrington.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Jackson’s hand traveled from my face down my neck past my sternum where it remained for a few more beats before continuing the journey between my breast, done my stomach and back to the spot that got this whole thing started.

  My eyes crawled back in the back of my head as I said, “Yes.”

  I left Jackson in bed snoring as I took a shower and got dressed for work. An alert popped up on my phone.

  Buy Kayla birthday gift, mail by the 20 th

  I missed my best friend. We exchange a few generic text messages, but I hadn’t spoken to her since she hung up on me. She would so excited that Jackson and I found our way back together. I read through some emails as I walked back into the kitchen. Jackson’s schedule sat on the table and my eyes immediate zeroed in on two weeks from Sunday, the the same weekend as the Griffin hunting trip. The Cardinals played the Jets on Sunday night football in Jersey. I gasped as Jackson snaked his arm around my waist.

  “You scared me.”

  “You’re not used to naked men wondering around your home in the morning.”

  I felt behind me and confirmed Jackson’s state. He clothes sat in a heap where we pulled them off.

  I reached into a draw and removed a key from our spare set. I turned to face Jackson and handed him the key. I tried to keep my eyes upward because if I moved any lower then his neck, I would be out of my clothes in two second. “Please give me a little warning when you come over for breakfast next time, but feel free to let yourself in.”

  “Ok.”

  “I have to get to work,” I checked the time on my phone. In my heels, I came up to Jackson’s chin. I leaned in and kissed it. “I have a meeting in half hour.”

  He leaned over and kissed my neck, his tongue traced along the side up to my ear.

  He pushed the collar of my shirt down to continue leaving a trail of kisses I would feel long after his lips were gone.

  “Jackson I have to go.”

  He pulled back and looked in my eyes. “So go. I’m not stopping you,” he said with a smirk on his face. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t and make it to the office on time. I knew that about myself.

  He leaned over and kissed the other side of my neck while squeezing my ass. He gave it a little tap.

  “Have a good day,” he said. Then he turned and picked up his clothes and headed back to my room to change. “I’ll check on you later.”

  I exhaled and gathered my stuff to head to work. I passed a full length mirror in our laundry room and I stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t believe the person staring back at me. I looked happy.

  Everyone at the office is going to know I had sex this morning. The giddy, glowing look I had on my face couldn’t not be disguised as anything else.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Carrington Olivia Butler

  So one week in to Jackson and I begin a for real, legitimate couple turned out easier than I thought. Jack understood that Jackson and I were more than friends. He understood the concept of begin in a relationship, but he didn’t see us behaving any different. We all spent a lot more time together.

  The next game, the Cardinals won. Jackson played lights out and because of me, and my love. I liked to tell myself. I was his good luck charm and he liked that idea. I joked that if things got bad between us, he should take into to consideration how it would effect the Cardinals chances of making it to the Super Bowl.

  “Maybe that’s why you never made it back to the National Championship game.”

  Jackson didn’t really like my well if we were together sooner, line of jokes. I think we both accepted the fact that we would have been together a long time ago if I had not been so stubborn. I found some creative sexual ways to make up for the time we spent apart.

  We had breakfast together at lease three times a week.

  After an unusual hearty breakfast the Thursday before the next game, we were laying in bed, me on top, resting my chin on his chest. Jackson has a pillow under his head and we stayed like that chatting about nothing and anything until one of us remembered we had to go to work.

  “You should invite some of your friends to the game.”

  “I was meaning to ask you about that. Can you possible get Jack and I two seats in the stands and not in the suite?”

  “Well, yeah, but you don’t want to sit in the suite. My parents and Patrick are going to be there.”

  “I know, but …” My voice trailed off. I tried to figure out how to explain it so he would understand. “I would rather spend more time with them when we can be together. You know. Give them an opportunity to see us together. Perhaps they would treat me different.”

  “What do you mean? How did they treat you before?”

  “Well, they kind of ignored me. Not your mother. She was gracious, but I couldn’t help think they don’t know who I am. They don’t know what I mean to you. I felt uncomfortable.”

  “Let me talk to them.”

  “No, don’t do that. I don’t want to make it sound like they were awful to me. They weren’t.”

  “If you want to sit in the stands, that fine, but do me a favor, go up there for pre-game or half-time and at least say hello.”

  “Ok, I will.”

  “Besides, you know that the side pieces sit in the stands, the wives and serious girlfriends sit in the suites.” He rolled over and pinned me under him. “You are not a side piece.”

  “No?”

  “Although, you fuck like one.” He said as he guided himself into me for the second time this morning.”

  I gasped as he filled me. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “It was and I’m grateful.”

  When we arrived at the stadium, the parking director, motioned for me to roll my window down.

  “Hi Ms. Carrington. I wanted to introduce myself. I am Mr. Thomas. Our boy looks good today, doesn’t he.”

  “Uh, nice to meet you Mr. Thomas, yeah. He’s going to have a good game.”

  “Yep, enjoy the game.”

  I looked back at Jackson and he shrugged his shoulders. I did the same.

  In the elevator, the attendant greeted us when the doors opened.

  “Ms. Carrington, Lil Jackson. How are we this beautiful Sunday afternoon.”

  “I’m good. I’m sorry what was your name again?”

  “Jim.” He motioned us into the elevator. “Everyone calls me Jim.”

  “Nice to see you.”

  As we got off the elevator, one of the waiters that worked in Jackson’s suite stopped to let us pass in front.

  “Hi Ms. Butler. Hi Jack.”

  “Hello,” Jack said and headed straight to the suite like he owned the place.

  “You can call me Carrington.”

  “Ok, Carrington. My name is Stanley. You need anything special that’s not out their, please let me know. I also made sure nothing we ordered had any nuts or peanuts in it, so no more peanut issues in your suite. Jack can eat what ever he puts his hands on.”

  “Ok. Thank you so much.”

  I shuffled to keep up with Jack, but when he reached the suite door, I watched him go in and stopped.

  “You said my suite. Was that a figure of speech.”

  “Well, no I meant your suite. Mr. Mitchell asked us to pay more attention to everyone in the suite especial the people who are most important to him.”

  “Oh, is that why everyone keeps talking to me and tell me their name and asking me questions about Jackson.”

  “Maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to head to the suite. My line of questions made him nervous.

  I entered the suite and found Jackson’s parents and his brother Patrick had already arrived and Jack hugging Mrs. Mitchell.

  “Jack, did you grow since the last time I saw you.”

  “Nope.”

  “Hi Carrington,” Mr. Griffin said as he approached me with his arms extended. I stood there as he gave me a quick hug. “How are you?”

  “I’m good. How are you?”

  “We are wonderful. Jackson is having a great year. You two are back together. Things are good all around.”

  “Thomas, you laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” Mrs. Griffin asked

  I laughed. I loved Jackson’s mother.

  I hugged her around the neck, hard.

  “We are happy you and Jackson worked things out.”

  “Really?” I pulled her over into the corner and bent my head down. “Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t want me anywhere near your son.”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “Because our journey hasn’t exactly been easy.”

  “Carrington,” she pulled out a chair for me, “Have a seat, I need a drink.” She pointed at me.