The Game Changer (The Perfect Game 2)

Without another word I pushed inside, my body shivering as the warmth of her completely enveloped me. “Jesus Christ, Cassie. Why do you always feel so amazing?” My breath was labored as I worked in and out of her. The sight of her nipple drew me, so I traced a finger gently around it before I sucked it into my mouth, my tongue flicking around it.

Cassie moaned, her body arching beneath me as she clawed her fingernails down the length of my back.

“You better stop that,” I breathed out.

“Or what?” she teased, running her fingers along my back once more.

“Or I’ll be done before you are,” I admitted.

She shook her head. “We can’t have that. ”

“Then behave,” I demanded, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head, as my thrusting continued. She laughed beneath me, and I swept my tongue across her lips before pushing it into her hot mouth. She mumbled something unintelligible against me, and I kissed her harder.

“Jack,” she whispered, her breathing quickening as her hips rose up and down to meet mine. “Oh. ”

She moaned again as her body shuddered against mine.

Thank fucking God.

I rocked into her one last time before exploding. My thrusting slowed as I collapsed on top of her, my weight pushing her body further into the couch.

“Why do you enjoy suffocating me?” she said, swatting my shoulders.

“I like lying with you this way. ”

She cocked her head. “What way? With me dead?”

A quick laugh ripped from my throat. “No. I like being inside of you. ”

“Well, get out. ” She smirked. “I need to pee. ”

I pulled out slowly and she scooted out from under me, hurrying to the bathroom.

Stay

Cassie

I walked back into the living room wearing a new thong and nothing else. Jack was sitting on the couch, his shorts pulled up but still unbuttoned, his shirt pooled on the floor next to the one I had been wearing. I reached for the crumpled shirt, slipping it back over my head before plopping down next to him.

“That was a nice distraction,” I said, leaning my body into his waiting arms.

His fingers combed through my messy strands of hair before tucking them behind my ear. “More stories or more distractions?” he asked with a mischievous tone.

My cell phone beeped in the background, and I eyed him, contemplating whether I should see who was texting me. “I’m gonna see who that is. ”

He nodded and smacked my ass as I ran into the bedroom. I settled back into his arms before tapping the screen on my phone. “Oooh, it’s from Melissa. ” I turned, looking into his deep brown eyes. “Does she know you’re here?”

Jack shrugged. “The trade would be reported by now, so she might be wondering. ”

Another sound beeped and this time, Jack reached for his phone before laughing. “Text message from Dean. ”

“They’re so predictable. ”

Pressing the buttons, I read the message from Melissa:

OH MY GOD! CASSIE! JACK GOT TRADED TO THE METS!!!! DID YOU KNOW THAT? IS HE THERE? IF HE’S NOT, HE PROBABLY WILL BE SOON SO HEADS UP! AND CALL ME ASAP!!!!!!!!

I chuckled out loud.