Broken (Breaking the Rules) (24 page)

“You both are dealing with some things in your life that make you fragile and vulnerable. The two of you can either be a tremendous healer to the other or a knife in the wound. It is critical that you choose to be healers.”

We both nodded and Jackson squeezed my hand.

“Your homework—” Dr. Sweeney began.

I groaned while Jackson muttered, “I hate this fucking shit.”

Dr. Sweeney continued, ignoring Jackson’s comment, “Your homework is to find things you both have in common besides sex. I want you guys to discover something you can do together. Jackson, I want you to work on telling Andi new things about yourself. Even things as inconsequential as your favorite color or stories from your childhood will help her develop trust in you. Andi, I want you to continue to build a friendship with Bray that is a healthy one. This will mean effort on your part, Jackson, to befriend him as well. Andi, I also want you to be open with Jackson and let him know when you feel like he’s putting distance between the two of you. Together, you guys can make this work, but it will take a lot of effort on both your parts. You guys have had your hearts torn from your chests and are still surviving. Now get out of here. I’ll see you both together same time next week. I’m going to lunch.”

With that, he stood and left us holding hands on the couch.

“I’m sorry for being such an ass,” he apologized, his free hand cupping my cheek.

“I forgive you,” I winked.

He jumped away from me and strode over to the door, turning the lock. The grin he gave me was one of his mischievous, boyish ones.

“I should have done this when you came into my office this morning.” He walked over to me and gently pushed me down onto the couch. His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress to my hips. I arched my back at his sensual touch. He growled when he became aware of my lack of panties.

I laughed at his animalistic sound but quickly cried out when his mouth devoured my wet pussy. My bodily involuntarily bucked against his mouth as he licked and sucked furiously between my folds. I came quickly this way and shuddered as my orgasm shocked its way through my body. When I finally relaxed, he pulled away, chuckling.

“Is it safe to say I drive you just as crazy as you drive me?” he asked.

“You just gave me oral sex in our shrink’s office. I think it’s safe to assume we’re on the same level of crazy.”

“Well, babe, things are about to get a little more crazy because I’m not finished with you.” We christened the Dr. Sweeney’s couch and it was fucking amazing.

 

 

JACKSON’S DARK DAYS…

Nadia has been so distant lately. I know she wants a baby, but damn, we don’t have time for it. Jordan and I are trying to learn the ropes of Dad’s company. Dad’s been so fucking insistent lately that we learn all of the ins and outs. He’s been working us to the bone. My relationship with Nadia has suffered because of it.

I was supposed to be meeting with one of Dad’s big clients. He was having dinner with Mom tonight, so he asked me to handle it for him. When the client rescheduled, I decided to take opportunity to surprise Nadia. I already made reservations to the fanciest restaurant in town. I just have to go pick her up so we can get there by seven.

She’s going to be surprised to see me home so early. I’m really making an effort to work on our relationship. In fact, tonight I’m going to tell her that we should try for a baby. We’ll start tonight. Hell, we might start before dinner.

When I step into our loft, I hear her soft voice in the bedroom. It sounds like she is pleasuring herself with her vibrator. I’m ashamed at how much she’s had to use the damn thing because of my work schedule. Her moans have my dick hardening in my pants. Whatever little fantasy she’s having right now will soon be interrupted.

Before I enter the room, I rip off my jacket and shirt. Walking in, I start unbuttoning my pants. “Babe, let’s make a fucking baby,” I say smugly, looking up for her reaction.

Seconds tick by as I take in the scene. My wife is being plowed by some asshole. She screams when she sees me standing there. Running over to them, I rip him off of her and punch him in the face. I punch my father in his face. Fuck. MY. FUCKING. FATHER.

 

 

 

 

“Is Jordan pissed that we both took today off?” I asked Jackson as I knelt to tie my shoelace.

He bent over, touching his toes to stretch. My eyes raked across his ass in his wind pants. His shirt was stretched across his muscled chest and I had a hard time focusing when he replied.

“Nah, I told him we had homework to do. He was a little preoccupied. I think he really has a thing for Pepper. Too bad she won’t give him the time of day. It’s fucking hilarious if you ask me.”

I laughed because Pepper doesn’t give anyone the time of day. We decided to try running as something we could do together. Running was something I used to do before Bray and I broke up. Jackson said that he’d been too busy for working out lately, so this was a win-win for us.

We ran for a good three miles before we made our way back to Jackson’s loft. He kept trying to rub his sweat on me and I was about to deck him. Finally having had enough, I tickled him on his sides, making him go crazy. Before he had time to respond, I took off up the stairs not wanting him to catch me on the elevator. I was halfway up the first flight of stairs when I heard the door burst open below me.

“You are so going to get it!” he boomed from the bottom of the stairwell. Squealing, I picked up the pace taking the steps two at a time. I could hear his shoes slapping the stairs as he raced to catch up with me.

“Fat chance, Jackie!” I taunted him as I tore up the stairs. I had to be at least two flights above him now. Just as I was rounding the curve to go up the next flight, hands roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards.

“No!” I shrieked. Dammit, he had caught up to me! His hand seized the top of my yoga pants and roughly pulled them down, baring my ass. His other hand jerked his wind pants down. He bent me over and shoved himself between my legs.

“Oh God, Jackson!” I moaned as he slammed into me wildly.

One of his hands made it up to my breast and tweaked the nipple through the material of the sports bra. Fucking in a stairwell was incredibly naughty.

“Fuck, baby, I’m there!” I cried out as my climax ripped through me. I was still clenching with the aftershocks when I felt his orgasm pump into me.

He pulled out, still dripping, and quickly yanked his pants back up. His hand popped my ass and I squealed. I snatched my yoga pants back up into place just as the door opened and a security guard walked in.

“Ma’am, is everything okay? We got some complaints of a woman screaming in the stairwell,” he informed, his eyes darting over to Jackson.

My face burned with embarrassment. “Uh, yes, everything is fine. We were just horsing around. I’m so sorry. We’ll be quieter.”

He looked between us and nodded. Jackson grabbed my hand and we bolted up the last few levels. When we made it safely into his loft, I punched him in his gut.

“You’re such an ass! What if that guy had seen us having sex?” I exclaimed.

Jackson laughed as he headed towards his bathroom. “It would have given him something to spank off to later.”

“Gross, Jackson! You’re so crude. That is so something Pepper would say.” He was naked by the time he reached the shower, and I admired his nice ass as he slipped into it. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and joined him inside.

He stepped aside so we both could stand under the steady stream of hot water. I wrapped my hands around his waist and rested my cheek on his chest. His hands came around to rest just above my butt.

“That was fun, Andi. Running is definitely something we can do together. And contrary to Doc’s beliefs, the sex afterwards was pretty therapeutic.”

I giggled into his chest and he rubbed his hands up my back. “You’re impossible, Jackie.” That comment garnered a slap to my ass.

 

 

JACKSON’S DARK DAYS…

The past few days have been hell. Dad begged me not to say anything to Jordan or Mom. I couldn’t even speak to him without wanting to punch him in the fucking face. All Jordan knows is that I caught Nadia sleeping with another man. He is letting me crash at his place until she moves all of her things to her mother’s house. Dad asked me to come to his house to talk about some things since Mom would be away at church.

I reluctantly agreed at the time, so here I am standing on the porch, waiting for him to answer the door. He calls for me to come in, so I walk inside. Knowing he’ll probably be in his office, I head over to it.

His appearance is haggard. The hair on his head is disheveled, and his jawline is getting scruffy as well. The half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sits proud on his desk.

“Hey, son.” The room reeks of liquor.

“What do you want from me, Dad?” I ask, still standing in the doorway.

“Son, I am so damn sorry. Recently, things haven’t been going the way I want them too. I lost my head and did some stupid things. Please forgive me.”

My jaw clenches. This is fucking ridiculous. I can’t even look him in the eye.

Storming into the office, I slam both fists down on the desk, making the bottle wobble.

“You fucking slept with my wife, Dad. Do you know how fucking sick you are to do that to me? We were going to try for a baby!”

“Dammit, Jackie! I said I’m sorry. Your wife came on to me by the way. I’m just an old man. When Nadia came on to me, I lost my head. I needed to feel powerful and on top of the world again. Just for a while, it made me feel that way.” He rubbed his face with his hands.

“Dad, I am so over talking about this. Do you know how hard it is not to tell Jordan or Mom? You cheated on my mother with my wife! This is fucking with my mind, Dad.”

“Son, please. I just need to hear that you forgive me. It’s the only thing that matters to me right now.” Opening his desk drawer, he pulls out his revolver and sets it on the desk in front of him.

My hands go into defense mode when I see the gun.

“Dad, calm down. Shit, put the gun away. Nobody needs to get hurt.”

He picks it up and I flinch.

“I need to hear it, Jackie.”

“Fuck, Dad! I forgive you, okay? Can you put the gun away now?”

“I love you, Jackie.” Raising the gun, he slips it into his mouth and pulls the trigger, blowing his brains all over the blinds behind him. I love you too, Dad.

 

 

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