Page 10 of The Game Changer

Johnathan

I lay in bed, the sun already shining through the cracks in the blinds. I’m still exhausted as if I didn’t sleep at all after I tossed and turned most of the night. Between the pent-up sexual tension that was crackling between Jill and me last night, and that hot as hell kiss that ended our night before I walked away and then not taking care of things after I got home last night. Add in the stress from my appointment yesterday, it’s no wonder I slept like shit. I need to get my ass moving today and get some phone calls out of the way.

I give myself five more minutes to relax in bed before I force myself to get up and moving for the day. I head into the bathroom to start my day with a shower. I reach in and turn the water on, taking a leak while the shower warms up. I slide in under the hot water and allow the pressure to work its way into my muscles. I can feel the stress melting away as the water beats against my back. My cock hasn’t gotten the memo that it’s not time to be out, and thoughts of that kiss from last night flood back into my mind. All I can think of is the feel of Jill’s lips against my own. The slide of her tongue tangling with mine as I devoured her.

Had we stepped over the threshold of her place, I can only imagine how quickly we’d have shed our clothes. I knew I had to slow things down. She deserves better than a quick fuck against a wall or door, especially for our first time together. My cock is hard, pulsing with need. I slide a hand down my abs, gripping it at the base before sliding my hand up the shaft, circling my palm around the tip. I imagine what it would be like to have Jill’s hand wrapped around it instead of my own, or her mouth. Fuck. Just the image of that has me ready to blow my load all over the shower wall. I stroke my shaft a dozen or so times, thinking of Jill the entire time. Of all the filthy things I’d like to do to her, preferably while naked the whole time. I can’t hold back any longer, finally crashing over the edge as my release spurts on the wall. I lean into the one hand, resting on the wall, holding myself up. With my lack of sleep, I wore myself out.

It takes me a minute or so to recover from my orgasm, but once I do, I go through the motions of my regular shower routine. I get out, toweling off and dressing all in the span of maybe five minutes. I head for the kitchen, pulling out a pan to make myself some breakfast. I whip up some sausage, eggs, and toast. Nothing fancy, but it’s simple and gets the job done. I need to take an inventory and make sure I have everything on hand for dinner tonight and make a run to the store before Jill is off work and here this evening.

With breakfast out of the way, I grab my cell and shoot off a text to one of my prior teammates, Richard Murphy. He retired a few years ago, but more importantly, his wife, Madison, used to be an agent. I know I need to talk to my own agent, but I want to get both of their perspectives on what I should do moving forward, and if there’s anything that I should be looking for with ending my career mid-contract.

John: Hey, man, are you free today? Can I stop by and talk to you and Madison about something?

I toss my phone on the counter and start cleaning up my mess from breakfast. Richard isn’t the quickest at replying to texts sometimes these days, not with two babies at home now.

I finish up the dishes, then start rummaging through the fridge and cabinets trying to decide what I should make tonight. I settled on Chicken Cordon Bleu. I set the chicken out to defrost and make sure I have everything else to make the dish. I make a quick list, knowing that I need to pick up some wine and a dessert of some kind to round out the meal.

Just as I’m finishing up my list, my phone vibrates on the counter with a reply from Murph.

Murph: We’re just hanging out here at the house, so stop over whenever. The babies should be going down for a nap in the next half hour or so.

John: Sounds good, need anything? I can head that way now.

Murph: Can’t think of anything, but thanks for the offer.

I grab my list for the store, my cell, and keys from the counter and head for my truck. It only takes me maybe ten minutes to make it over to Richard and Madison’s house. I park in the driveway and make my way up to the door. Remembering that he said the babies might be down for a nap, I rap my knuckles on the door rather than risk ringing the doorbell. I hear Max bark and hope that it didn’t wake anyone up.

“Sorry,” I say in lieu of a greeting when Richard opens the door a moment later, the dog on his heels. “Hope I didn’t wake anyone,” I tell him just as I hear a cry from the living room.

“Nope, Madison just got Sophia changed and ready for a nap, and now she’s nursing Courtney. Come on in and make yourself at home. I’ve got to go wrap Sophia up and get her put down in her crib.”

“Hey, JC,” Madison greets as I take a seat on one of the couches. She’s on a recliner facing me, propped up with a baby and some weird shaped pillow thing. “How are things?” she asks as I watch Richard wrap his other daughter up almost like a burrito in a weird blanket wrap contraption with Velcro on it.

“Eh, things are going. I was hoping to pick your brain on some things, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, what can I help with?” she asks.

“It can wait until you’re done, I don’t mind,” I tell her, knowing that she’ll probably need to attend to the baby in her arms soon.

“You sure? She’s almost done, and then I can get her down for a nap, as well.”

“Of course, take your time. Kids are more important than my issues at the present.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” Richard asks as he reappears from down the hall.

“Water is fine,” I tell him before he disappears into their kitchen.

“Do you need anything, babe?” he calls out to Madison.

“Can you bring me something to eat please, some cheese and crackers are fine,” she calls back to him. “Nursing two babies has me starving all the time,” she tells me.

“I can only imagine,” I tell her, not really having any experience in that arena. I was around my sister so little when my nephew was a baby due to my schedule and living in different cities.

“Here ya go,” Richard captures my attention a moment later as he hands over a bottle of water to me before handing his wife a plate with the food she requested. He takes a seat on the armrest of the couch, just a few feet from his wife and daughter's side. “Need me to burp her?” he asks as Madison adjusts the baby in her arms.

“Sure,” she tells him, as Richard picks the baby up, cradling her to his chest as he starts to pat on her back. It only takes a few seconds before she lets out a burp that could almost rival one of the guys on the team.

“Damn,” I chuckle. “What are you feeding that kid?”

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