Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,58

my mouth, relaxing my throat. He’s big, so I’m not going to be able to take all of him, but I use my hand in concert with my lips. I swirl my tongue, I hum, I swallow when he hits the back of my throat.

“Jesus!” he gasps hoarsely.

Pleasure pours through me because I’m giving him pleasure. It’s so hot, so erotic. His hips are lifting like he wants to fuck my mouth and that makes my pussy wet, my inner muscles squeezing.

Teasing him, I lift my mouth off him and smile up at him, kissing the tip of his cock.

“Molly.” He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Jesus, I’m close.”

“Good.” I go back down, bobbing my head, my lips a tight, wet ring around him.

His hips elevate again, following my rhythm, guttural noises failing from his mouth. I’m buzzing with arousal, heat rushing through my veins, my pussy hot and wet. It’s such a turn-on that I’m making him feel these things. Then he shouts, his fingers on my scalp, his abs and thighs tightening. “Molly…”

He’s warning me, I know he is, which is thoughtful and considerate, but I want all of him, so I keep sucking, taking him deep, and he comes, hot liquid sliding down my throat.

“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps.

I slow the pace of my mouth until his body relaxes, then let him slide out. My hand still grips him, though and I hold him in place to gently lick him and sweep up every last drop. “Mmmm.”

“Fuck yeah.” He lets go of my head and reaches for me, doing an impressive ab crunch then lifting me right off the bed to pull me up on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes, finding my mouth with his, and I love that he’s not afraid to kiss me even though he just came there.

We kiss on and on, hot and eager and appreciative.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jax murmurs long moments later.

“Was it?” The words sound vulnerable and I immediately regret them.

“Yeah.” He strokes my hair, his other hand resting on my low back. “Oh hell yeah. I’m still seeing stars.”

“You’re not just saying that?” Oh my God, could I sound any more inadequate?

He goes very still. I don’t look at him. Then he rolls me under him. Propped on his elbows above me, he frames my face with his hands and stare into my eyes. “I’m not just saying that,” he growls. “Molly. You know I’m always honest. Right?”

Holding his gaze, I nod slowly. “I do.”

“I said it was incredible, and it was.”

I give another tiny nod, warmth spreading though my chest, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I really liked it.”

He groans again and buries his face in the side of my neck. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“O-okay.”

“I love blow jobs,” he mumbles. “You can do that any time.”

A little laugh escapes me. “Any time?”

“You know what I mean. Like, maybe not in public.”

“Why not? You made me come in public.”

He lifts his head and meets my eyes again and his are warm and bright. “There was nobody else around. But you have a fair point.”

A smile slowly overtakes my face, and he returns it. A hot glow fills my body. I think it’s happiness.

17

Molly

“This is the best cinnamon bun in the world.” I pull off another piece and pop it in my mouth.

“I agree. Never had one better.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the family at the table next to us in the small restaurant looking at us and whispering. Then the mom nods and the two boys slide off their chairs to approach us.

“Hi, are you Jackson Wynn?” one ginger-haired boy asks.

Jax smiles at him. “I am.”

I catch the excitement on the mom’s face.

“Could we get your autograph?” the boy asks

“And a picture?” the other adds.

“Sure.”

Jax complies, bringing one boy around to the other side of his chair so Mom can take a picture of them all. By this point everyone in the restaurant is watching us, and I hear “Jackson Wynn!” a few times.

People are apparently thrilled by this, and Jax signs a few more autographs and poses for more pictures. Some players are awkward around their fans, Steve being one of them. He was never good at the small talk, but Jax has a way about him that’s so effortless and charming. He comments on a boy’s Batman shirt and on a little girl’s Frozen dress, and he chats easily with the