He thrust his hips again.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“What other secrets have you been keeping from us?” Dylan’s voice sounded hoarse, and he was pumping his c**k furiously as he watched the scene before him.
Rather than answer, Jackson f**ked Mia harder, his breaths growing more and more shallow with each stroke.
The angle caused him to hit a spot deep inside her, making every inch of her throb. She was perilously close to toppling over the edge, but she tried to hold off, to milk every ounce of pleasure out of this experience. Since she couldn’t see Jackson’s face, she indulged herself by looking at Dylan. His features were stretched taut, and the sound of his hand jacking his c**k matched the slap of Jackson’s flesh against hers as he moved inside her.
“Gonna come soon, Mia,” Dylan mumbled. “But I wanna hear you scream first.”
“Easy peasy,” Jackson drawled, and then he reached around and rubbed her clit in a circular motion that had the desired scream ripping out of her throat.
The orgasm sent her soaring. Black dots flashed in front of her eyes, clearing up just in time to see Dylan ejaculate. Strands of come splashed the front of his boxers as he grunted in his chair, his gaze locked with hers.
When Jackson groaned and went still, her pu**y spasmed against his cock, gripping him firmly as his hot release filled her channel.
Mia’s cheeks grew warm with embarrassment once the aftereffects of her orgasm retreated. Feeling self-conscious, she wasted no time getting dressed, which was silly considering what had just happened in the living room.
Was it wrong that she’d derived so much pleasure from the experience? The doubts swirling in her mind were familiar—she’d questioned herself this very same way after previous sexual encounters, back when she’d wondered if she suffered from some kind of sexual dysfunction.
Had she traded one deficiency for another, though? Absolute disinterest for depraved perversions?
Her worries eased, however, when Dylan spoke up. “It’s cool if I describe all this to Claire and Aidan, right? Because they’re gonna make me recap it in great detail when I’m screwing them tomorrow.”
A laugh lodged in her throat. Well, if she was a depraved pervert, at least she wasn’t the only one in the bunch. Dylan’s reminder that he was routinely sleeping with both a man and a woman was enough to make her realize that in comparison, her sex life was probably still as boring as it used to be.
Jackson put on his pants before wandering over to her with a gentle smile on his face. “You good, sugar?”
“I’m good,” she murmured.
“No regrets?” He had to bend over so he could whisper the question in her ear.
Shaking her head, Mia slowly met his eyes. “None.”
Chapter Eleven
“You’re panicking. Don’t intentionally ground the ball unless you’re a hundred percent sure that some sneaky defenseman isn’t gonna snatch it up.” Jackson voiced the advice to Mia’s younger brother, who’d screwed up another practice play and was now grumbling with irritation.
The two of them were tossing a football around in the grassy field behind Mia and Danny’s building until Mia got home from her shift at the Sandwich Stop, a Subway-style ma-and-pa eatery near the harbor. Jackson had already been on his way when she’d called to say she was running late, but fortunately Danny had been home to let him in. They’d started watching a college game on TV, during which Danny had confessed that he was having trouble making split-second calls under pressure, so Jackson suggested they head outside and go over some plays.
Truth was, he genuinely liked spending time with Mia’s brother, something he’d done a lot of these past two weeks. He’d been in the stands when the Warriors had won another game, then consoled the kid when the team lost their next one. He’d had dinner with the Weldricks on two separate occasions. And he and Mia had even gone to see a movie with Danny and his girlfriend the other night, a romantic comedy that made the girls cry while the guys grinned and rolled their eyes.
Earlier today Jackson had been startled to realize that he’d been seeing Mia for more than a month already. It was the first week of October now, and he couldn’t believe how fast the time had passed. Not that he was complaining. He loved spending time with Mia. It was all he looked forward to when he was running training missions on the base, and he knew she felt the same way.
The only problem? She continued to refer to their relationship as a “fling”, a label that didn’t sit right with him. This thing between them had moved way beyond a fling for him.
Mia was the one.
Call him crazy or naive, but after a mere five weeks, Jackson knew with bone-deep certainty that Mia was the woman he was meant to be with. She was so dang smart, so incredibly generous. She made him laugh, she challenged him, she rocked his world in bed. If he could wake up to her gorgeous face every morning for the rest of his life, he’d consider himself the luckiest man in the world.
He was in this for the long haul. Like, forever type of shit. And though he desperately wanted Mia to be on the same page, he suspected she wasn’t, and that troubling notion was beginning to keep him awake at night.
Danny’s voice interrupted Jackson’s train of thought. “I didn’t see the sweatshirt.” The boy gestured to the bright red hoodie that sat on the grass twenty yards away, serving as one of their open receivers. “I didn’t think there would be an eligible receiver there when I grounded the ball.”