The Game Changer (The Perfect Game 2)

He kissed my mouth harder as his body moved around mine. I tried to force him inside, but he resisted. My fingertips dug into his lower back as I attempted to guide him. “Say it. ”

“I want you, Jack. I need you. ”

“Where?” His hands grabbed at me all over. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside me. I want you inside me now,” I breathed and moaned in unison.

With one deep thrust, he pushed himself inside of me. I moaned, the pleasure mixing with pain. “Oh God. You’re so deep. ”

He moved in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust until he could go no further. I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him as deep as he could go. “I’m not going to last, Kitten. ”

I tightened my grip, pushing my hips against him harder and faster as he grew inside of me. I maneuvered my body and Jack flipped us over so I was now on top. Taking him even deeper from this position, I cried out with pleasure. I looked down at Jack, his eyes locked on mine. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned.

I leaned forward, thrusting my tongue into his mouth while working my hips up and down in a rushed pace. The feeling of him inside of me was unlike anything else, and I moaned as he pressed against the right spot. Bursts of feeling shot through my body as I screamed out with the pleasure he gave me. I worked my hips against his as he moaned, his hands gripping mine forcefully. He throbbed against my insides as he groaned in raspy breaths. Our movements slowed and he pulled me against his heaving chest.

“It’s nice to have you home,” I whispered against his chest.

He huffed. “It’s nice to be home. ”

“I love you, Jack. ” I loved Jack more than I’d ever loved anyone in my life, but dating him was hard. I wanted to tell him about all the Internet sites and the things they posted, but he had enough to concentrate on during the season. So I stuffed my unhappiness deep inside, hoping to God it would stay there.

He ran his fingers through my hair as he leaned up to plant a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you, Kitten. ”

Not Cut Out For This

Cassie

I could rarely attend Jack’s afternoon home games because of work, so I was following a game online when my cell phone sang its Melissa ringtone. I reached for it, silencing it immediately. I answered it quietly, “What’s up, girl?”

“I know we said no more, but I have to tell you something. ”

My chest tightened as I held my breath. “What?”

“Chrystle sold her story to a tabloid. ”

My stomach dropped. “What story exactly?” I managed to ask through my shock.

“Oh, the one where you’re a home-wrecking whore who stole her husband after she lost their baby to a miscarriage. ”

My head started to pound as the walls of the office spun around me. I clutched the phone tight against my cheek, willing the bile rising in my throat to subside.

“Cass, are you there?”

“I’m here. ”

“There’s more. ”

“More?” I choked out, wondering what more there could possibly be.

“There are pictures online of their wedding. And pictures of you. And the article is filled with lies. People are eating it up, Cass. Believing every word of that lying bitch’s story. The message boards online are blowing up calling you a home wrecker and the devil. It’s crazy!”

My body started to tremble with fury. I hated Chrystle so much for everything she’d done to come between me and Jack. And here I’d thought she was out of lives for good. “Why won’t she just go away?”

“’Cause she’s a money-hungry publicity whore. I’m going to fucking kill her. Straight up murder the bitch. ”

I managed a chuckle through my rage-filled tears. “Me first. ”

“Cassie, can I see you please?” Nora shouted across the bustling office floor.