Christmas With Joy: A Christmas Instalove Romance by Banks Tamrin

Author:Banks, Tamrin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

JACKSON

Fuck! My body feels like it’s on fire when I drop Joy off at her house. It feels like a piece of my heart stayed with her. Like it tore out and dropped to the ground and she picked it up in her little hands and carried it off with her.

I grimace. Poetry isn’t my strong suit. Sure, take a guy out with about a thousand different gestures of my deadly hands? I got you covered.

Bleed from a thousand different wounds and keep on coming until I get the bad guy and drop him like a bad habit? Yep, I can do that too.

But toss words like forever and love around and my body seizes up like I just walked into an electric fence and got stunned with a million volts.

Doesn’t sound good, does it? Fuck no, it doesn’t.

But I must be a closet masochist because I want nothing more than to stick my entire body into the stream over and over again and feel all those volts coursing through me.

“Shit, fuck!” I growl, rolling over in bed and knowing I’m not gonna get a fucking bit of sleep tonight. Not one second until I’m watching her ride me and then I’m driving my seed deep in her waiting body. My body thumps with desire and my heart feels like I’ve been running a marathon.

I sit up and stare at the little clock on the bedside table from when I was a kid. This room hasn’t changed a bit in the last ten years. The only thing that this room doesn’t have that most teenage boys’ rooms do is a poster or two or three of the models or whatever that you wanted to beat off to.

I’ve never felt like that about any other woman. I had Jessie. But strangely, I didn’t care about that kind of thing with her. I just wanted to feel her wrapped around me. See that shitty ass smile of hers that always told me she was about to blast me for something else.

Yeah, I must have been a masochist. I never fucked her. She was too squirrely for that. Always prattling on about perfect. How our life was going to be perfect when I was a famous football player and how we were going to have a big house and people waiting on her hand and foot.

And maybe that’s why I never pushed the issue of sex with her. It’s hard to get excited about a woman, even the woman you think you love, when she doesn’t say anything about you except how much money and glory you’re about to have.

And it didn’t feel like it was worth it. So I could throw a fucking ball. I could make a touchdown and win us a championship.

Girls threw themselves at my head even though I had a girlfriend and yeah, it felt good. What guy doesn’t like knowing that women want you?

But they didn’t want me. They wanted what I brought to the party. Money, fame.

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