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Joe still looked at me when he got a chance and I knew what he planned to do in those bushes. Some girls might go willingly with him and I assume that was what people thought I was doing, but he wasn’t going to ask me. After what happened, a couple of girls shared what happened during their own encounters with Joe and I realized I’d been lucky.
I was certain that he would have been stopped, given that it was a party and others were there. I just didn’t know what everyone would believe.
I was new and the only thing that all those people knew about me was that I worked with the team and portrayed a bubbly girl, but they didn’t know how shy I was.
This was going to be fine and Jackson and I were going to make it.
CHAPTER 22
JACKSON
I was fine with Joe messing with just me to a point, but going after Emma was going to end my fucking career. I loved our nights together and holding her in my arms afterward. I longed to ask her to move into my apartment again.
I waited. We had time and things would move along. For now, I just clung to the happiness that she brought me and tried to ignore the jabs and looks Joe gave me.
He started out with low remarks only I would hear. It made me want to punch the hell out of him, but I held back with Nick’s help. I just kept to myself and didn’t say anything when Coach kept me out of the games more and more. I hoped that he would get over it and get me back on the field, but I didn’t play at any of the away games.
It was one night after practice that I went home that I found Emma making me dinner. I walked in carefully to kiss her, remembering the last time and how badly it went.
“Hey, what are you up to?” I asked, taking in her red dress.
“I wanted to cook you dinner. We’ve been so busy, and a full night together is rare. I want to make the best of it.” Emma kissed me back, long and slow as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I made something different.”
“I didn’t eat the chicken that night. I had no appetite,” I confessed as she smiled ruefully. “It’s in the past, Em. We’re better now.”
“We are.” She pulled back and turned to walk to the kitchen. I watched her, enjoying the sway of her curvy hips. I followed, leaning down to kiss her neck as I pressed her against the counter. “Jackson, aren’t you hungry?”
“For you,” I admitted as I drew her skin between my teeth. I reached down and pulled her skirt up, sliding my hand into her panties as Emma moaned. I sucked on her ear as she whispered my name.
I found her clit and fingered her slowly as she clutched the edge of the counter. I knew Emma’s body well and what got to her, and I used all my skills as I stroked her slick pussy.
“I want you so badly,” I said as she turned to face me, kissing me hungrily. I pulled her against me and kept her dress up before I slid her onto the counter. I kissed down her neck, cupping her breasts as she cried out. I loved how Emma responded to me and kept moving my mouth down her body, sliding her now-wet panties aside to stroke her again. Emma rocked on the counter, moaning as I slipped a finger inside her and licked her clit with my tongue. She was ready to come, and I pumped my finger inside her as I sucked her swollen nub into my mouth, needing her sweetness. I needed her to break apart for me and pushed harder as she found her mouth with mine.
Emma cried out my name as she came on my hand. She slumped against me, breathing heavily. I rocked her in my arms as she recovered.
After a few minutes, we sat down at the table with some wine. We talked about the week in general though I didn’t discuss Joe. I didn’t want to make her feel worse about things. We were having a good night. She mentioned that Greg and her family called her often and looked at me as she said that they were going to visit eventually.
“What will happen?” Emma asked.
I took a bite of food and chewed slowly.
“I don’t know. I’d like to tell them over dinner. Just seeing us together. They deserve that. If they or Greg shows up, then we need to play it down until we can all talk about it.”
She nodded slowly, sipping her wine.
“I agree. They deserve that, and it’s not like they’re going to be here tomorrow.”
