Page 57 of Count On Me

“Come on, Boo. I’ve had enough of footballers for today. Let’s go eat. Edie, nice meeting you. Your shoes are gorgeous, by the way.” Emilia starts to walk away, Marcus right beside her, grinning at us whilst walking backward. He makes a phone gesture with his hand and points at Jaxson. Before Jaxson can nod, Emilia wraps an arm around Marcus’s shoulders and spins him forward, causing Cleo and Antony to break into another round of giggles.

“So we’ve covered the guilt, the declarations of love, and you’ve met some of my crazy family… Can we eat now?” Cleo asks as I brush a few errant tears from my cheeks and smile. I’ve never felt so happy, accepted, and whole.

35

JAXSON

As Edie snuggles into me in the back of the car I ordered to take us home, my mind can’t help wondering about Jordan. I didn’t tell them he got in contact with me a couple of days ago. That he responded to the text I sent him the day Coach told us about his failed drugs test. Or that he was threatening me and Edie. Telling me it was all our fault. I just ignored it.

I’ve been staking out his apartment, making sure he’s nowhere near it while listing mine with a real estate agent. I don’t want to live opposite him. Don’t want to be faced with the guilt of him losing his career because of me every time I open my door. No matter what people say, I contributed to his downfall. I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me. I cost him his job and the team a fucking good player.

“Jax, you okay?” Edie’s soft voice floats through my haze and I bring my focus back to her. She smiles up at me and my heart beats faster than when I’m flying down the wing of the pitch with a ball at my feet.

“I’m fine, baby.”

“You’re very quiet. Want to talk about what’s on your mind?” She places her hand on my chest and all thoughts of Jordan and guilt leave my head as it’s replaced with My Eddie.

“You really wanna know what I’m thinking?” She nods, so I smirk.

“I’m wondering if I have enough time to make you come before we get home. And if I do, how do I do it? Do I fuck you with my tongue or my fingers?” She casts a quick look at the blacked-out glass separating us from our driver, and I chuckle knowing he can’t hear a thing.

“The screen’s soundproof, baby. He can’t see us or hear us. And I locked it so he can’t lower it either. It’s just me and you in here, Edie.” I run my hand up her thigh and watch as colour stains her cheeks and spreads down her chest. I want to strip her naked and trace my tongue over every inch of her skin that blush graces, but I know I don’t have enough time for that. I inch my hand further up her thigh, but she stops me just as I get to her lace covered pussy.

“As much as I want to come on both your tongue and your fingers, I also want to taste you.” She reaches over and strokes her hand over my dick, and I hiss through my teeth. Shit, I wasn’t expecting this.

“Edie, you don’t have to…” I start, but she cuts me off by unbuckling my belt and lowering the zipper on my jeans. With my fly splayed open, she takes in my brief-covered erection and licks her lips. Seeing her so eager and wanting is making me more aroused than I’ve ever been.

She places her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and taps the side of my thigh to get me to lift my ass up so she can lower them down. I oblige, and as soon as the air hits my dick, it weeps with happiness.

“Fuck, Edie. I need…”

“I know, Jax. I got you.” She smiles as she lowers her head, and as soon as she wraps her lips over my cock, I swear I can hear angels singing.

It feels so fucking good. Her tongue swirls around my crown and I hiss in pleasure when she hollows out her cheeks and takes my length to the back of throat. I lace my hand into her hair and grip the tendrils tightly to stop myself from fucking her mouth how I want to. She bobs her head up and down on me, and every time I hit the back of her throat I groan in ecstasy.

I can feel my release hurtling forward and I chase it with each thrust. I need it. I gently buck my hips and she sucks harder. She looks up at me and her eyes tell me she wants more, so I push into her mouth with urgency as she lowers her lashes and continues her onslaught of pleasure on my dick.

“Edie, I’m gonna come, baby. Pull away…” Instead of finishing my sentence, I watch in awe as she takes my length to the back of her throat and swallows around it. I moan loudly in appreciation and thrust harder. Every time, she takes it and swallows. “Fuck, Edie. My Eddie,” I shout as I shoot hot bursts of my release down her throat.

I sag against the seat and with my hand still wrapped around her hair, I gently tug her up. She smiles at me, clearly proud of herself, and I smile back. “Fuck, you’re good at that, baby.” The pride swells on her face and I bring her mouth to mine and devour her in an all consuming kiss. Everything around me fades to black and all that surrounds me is her. My Eddie.

Arriving back to my apartment with Edie in my arms feels like the most natural thing on the planet. As we walk past Paddy at the front desk, I smile at him and he tips his cap to us both. Wehead to the elevator and argue over it as Edie insists it should be called a lift but I disagree. I kiss her head as a notification comes through on my phone for TikTok.

“You’re obsessed with that app. How many followers do you have now?”

“Five Mill. Marcello only has four.” I smirk and laugh when she tuts at me. “It’s a good way to interact with the fans. They love it when I post videos of the team,” I argue, but she rolls her eyes at me.

“And a great way to show off your muscles to all those thirsty ladies on there.” She narrows her eyes at me and folds her arms over her chest.

I chuckle as I pull her back into my arms. “Don’t be jealous, baby. There’s enough of me to go around.”

She slaps me on the arm and raises her perfect brows at me, “There better not be, because I don’t share, Jaxson Brady.”

Seeing this side of her, the jealous and possessive side, is seriously turning me on. Knowing she loves me the same way I love her makes my heart beat faster, my dick get harder, and my smile even wider.

As the doors start to open, I whisper in her ear, “Good, because I don’t share either. You’re mine, Edie.” I smirk at the shiver that runs through her body and then watch in horror as we step out into the hall and see my front door smashed open and my apartment in complete chaos. I take a step toward the carnage to see what the fuck happened, but Edie pulls me back into the elevator.

“We don’t know if they’re still in there. We need to go.” She punches the button for the ground floor and grabs my phone out of my pocket, immediately calling the local police.

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