The Jax Effect

My palm slaps against the door forcing it open as I storm into the men’s locker room. The other players are long gone, but not him.

“Where are you, you son-of-a-bitch? I know you’re here.”

After a loss, this is his ritual—he charms the press, takes a steam, and stays long after everyone leaves. This small amount of silence is his only peace. So he told me once. Said it helps him come to terms with losing a game and takes some of the weight off his shoulders.

But frankly, I hope I disrupt the hell out of that today. Because Jax Chase is a monumental dick that doesn’t deserve any kindness.

“Jax.”

The thunder of my voice accompanies the savage clicks of my heels as I stalk down the corridor toward the open area where the player’s lockers are housed. It’s a good thing we’re alone because what I have to say to him isn’t going to be pretty.

But before I can yell again, I’m jerked to a stop as a plume of smoke billows out from behind the sauna doors opening to my right, startling me.

“Jesus Christ.”

I cough, feeling the hot, dank steam on my face forcing me to take a step back just as a muscular tan chest meets my eye level. Oh. My. God.

Focus.

My fingers tuck a strand of my long blond hair behind my ear as I steel my spine, locking eyes with Jax’s deep hazels. He blinks, that way he does—all slow like it comes with a dirty thought as the side of his lip tugs up. He’s not moving, just standing there facing me as smoke rises off his skin—like the goddamn Devil himself.

“Serena.”   

 Jesus, it’s hot in here.

 His brows raise as if he hears my thoughts. So I blow out a soft breath dropping my eyes to his neck because I’m doing something I shouldn’t—playing right into his hand. It’s hard not to, though, when he’s standing half-naked in front of me.

Then again, that’s just the Jax Chase effect—everything always feels dirty around him.

He grips the back of his neck, staring at me.

“I assume you have a reason for barging into the men’s locker room…”

I start to say something, but my eyes haven’t left a bead of sweat lingering on his chiseled jawline. It slides down over his throat down, weaving through the dark hairs of his beard until it breaks free, gliding down to his pec muscle.

My lips part, words dangling in the air as I watch more glistening droplets rush down over his abs until they’re all absorbed into the white cotton towel just above his hips.  

“Was it to help me dry off?”

I jump, blinking quickly, snapping my jaw shut before I sneer at him.

“Sorry, I got lost on my way to find sanity. Where was I? Oh yeah, you’re such a dick.”

“So that’s a no, then?”

I wave my hand in front of my face clearing the last of the fog as he shuts the sauna door. The look on his face as he does it almost sends me over the edge. I should punch the lazy smirk that’s directed straight at me from off his cocky face. Jax licks his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, letting it out slowly as he looks me up and down.

 “Your tits look good in that top.”

Hot, frustrated air rushes out between my lips as a growl escapes. But he just chuckles, dipping the front of his towel almost too low before turning and walking past me.

“Oh no, you don’t. You aren’t walking away like you don’t know why I’m here. Get back here and answer for your crimes.”

My eyes follow him as he heads toward his locker adorned with his jersey— number 69. Of course, that’s his number. He’s San Francisco’s favorite quarterback fuck boy.

I spin in his direction, shaking my head as my hand shoots forward, holding the memo I received today. A freaking memo regarding company-wide dating. Specifically, players dating management.

Funny how just last week I was asked to dinner by his teammate.

“Jax, I know you had something to do with this ridiculous policy.”

His head swings lazily over his shoulder as he reaches for the towel around his waist.

“So? I’m actually surprised shit got done so quickly. I guess Tom really likes making me happy.”

Oh my God.

“Tom? As in the owner Tom Landry….” I throw my hands in the air. “Are you kidding me? You went to the owner to make sure I couldn’t date Patrick.”

His shoulders shake as he chuckles. I’ll kill him.

“No, sweetheart, I went to Tom to ensure nobody… not Patrick, not any-fucking-body could touch you. Your sweet little pussy will starve to death until I get what I want.”

Motherfucker. This is an all-time low. The paper in my hand crumbles as I curl my hand into a fist. I’m going to hit him. Punch him right in the goddamn nose like my dad taught me when I was a kid.

“You piece of shit—” I grit out, seeing a smirk grow on his profile just as the towel around his waist drops to the ground, cascading down over smooth tan skin until it lays at his feet. Kind of like my focus.

I suck in a quiet breath, not shocked by his antics but disarmed. Again. Good god. He’s the worst, the absolute fucking worst.

“You don’t mind if I change, do you? I figure you’ve seen it all before.”

I open my mouth to speak, to tell him he’s a douchebag. That I despise him, but nothing comes out because my eyes steal all my brain function. Or maybe it’s that all the blood in my body seems to be pooling down south. Making my clit throb as I trail my sights over his backside.

Jesus, he has the firmest ass any man could have. And it’s flanked by the most delicious indents that only serve to remind me of where my hands went when he fucked me

My eyes begin to blink as my teeth find my lip. Jax cracks his neck before rolling his shoulders.

“Enjoying the view?”

My eyes shoot up, the answer caught in my throat, as he stares back at me from a mirror inside his locker.

Fuck me.

“Get over yourself. I like a nice ass just like any other woman. Don’t let it go to your head. Just hurry up and change so we can have this out.”

My face swings to the side as I internally pray that the heat I feel creeping up my neck isn’t too apparent to him.

“Don’t let my ass stop your tirade, sweetheart.”

“I hate you,” I start, then stop clearing my throat in an attempt to gather myself. “Listen, we aren’t dating anymore… if you could even call what we did dating. But to quote Taylor Swift—we are never ever getting back together. So, stop playing these games. You can’t just pull this whole caveman—if I can’t have you, nobody can shit. Especially since you don’t really want me.”

He hums a growl instead of answering as I hear the sound of his sweats gliding up over muscular thighs before I risk another glance. I can’t help myself. There was a time when that was mine“ish.”

Jax shakes his head, all his thoughts still a mystery to me as he adjusts himself. His mitt of a hand cupping his huge cock, placing it into a more comfortable spot. I shiver as I remember that magical cock. He’s the elusive grow-er and show-er. The unicorn of cocks.

Jesus, what is wrong with me. Clearly, I need to get laid soon because if my nipples get any harder, they’ll cut glass. Although that won’t happen because I have a six-foot-six cockblock in my way.

“Just say something. Apologize. Tell me you’ll fix this.” I mutter focused on his back.

Jax turns around, white sweat-pants hanging from his hips like a dirty destination for a trip down from his rock-hard abs.

My tongue darts out along my bottom lip as if I’m almost worried that I’m drooling. But he ignores everything I’ve just said, walking toward me as he runs his hand through his wet tousled hair.

“What’s there to fix? I like my solution.”

I match his step moving backward quickly, eyes locked to his, crossing my arms.

“You’ve gone too far this time—”

My words stumble out as my feet do the same, before I bang against the lockers behind me.

Jax stops a foot in front of me, jaw tense.

“What’s too far? Tell me, Serena…because last time I checked, I thought I’d made myself clear. I said to turn him down.”

“You don’t get a say.”

“Seems like I did, though.”

I open my mouth, closing it just as fast because I can’t argue. Jax did exactly what he said he would. And he won’t stop until I give him what he wants—me. But that’s not happening, so I guess we’re both going to die on this damn battlefield before either wins.

“Two can play at this game. I’m thinking curfews and bed checks at every away game…not to mention a no drinking and cigar policy during regular season. Since it’s all for the win anyway.”

“I like you mean. Because then I’m the only one you’re thinking about.”

His eyes drop to my mouth, and his gaze feels like it’s boring into me, holding me hostage. As if all the ways he wants to assault my mouth play out in his head for me to see.

Because that’s how Jax kisses. It’s not gentle or careful—he takes and takes until you can’t breathe, and then he takes even more. Until he’s your only lifeline, and you’re willing to die of need for his touch.

He steps closer, making me swallow hard, off-balance from being too close to him.

“Jax,” I breathe out, holding up a hand, wishing I could grab something to steady myself.

As if he’s heard my wish, he yanks my hands to his chest. His eyes dart back to mine as he mouths the words, Give me what I want, dropping his eyes to my center.

I blink up at him, quieted by his indecent request. Why is he like this? So focused, determined, unreasonably myopic with only my pussy in his sights.

He tilts his head waiting for my answer.

But I don’t utter a word because I’m trying to calm my breathing, fingertips brushing his soft chest hair. My heart’s racing, beating out of my damn chest because the way he’s looking at me. It’s so crude.

I’ve ever known any other man that could look at me like he does.

I can’t explain it but it’s the way he bites his bottom lip, and the way his pupils dilate. It’s the slack of his jaw and raw animalism that drowns me in waves.

He looks at me and I want to be every bit the whore he’s craving.

“I asked you a question, Serena. Answer me.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

His eyes narrow in on me.

“Let me have her. Now.”

Her, as in my pussy. Holy shit.

“J,” I rush out, wishing I could pray away that bite of authority in his voice so it would stop doing things to my body.

He takes another step closer, making my elbows bend further. I press against the cold wood at my back, but I barely feel it because heat is rising through my body.

“Stop. I’m not…”

I’m shaking my head as proof of my No, but he reaches up, grabbing my chin between two fingers, stopping the motion igniting goosebumps over my skin.

“Stop telling me no and spread your goddamn legs so my cock can stretch that tight cunt until you’re chanting my name like they do on the field.”

My voice comes out like a whisper but still carries the depth of my meaning.

“I told you, I’m not fucking you.”

His body presses flush to mine, producing a sharp inhale from me.

“Do you remember last year…the night before the Superbowl?”

The gravel in his voice almost makes my eyes roll back. But I inhale a deep breath.

“I remember. I also remember New Years and the blow job you got from a Cowboys cheerleader while I was on my way to surprise you.”

“You broke up with me. What the fuck did you think I would do?”

“I’m not talking about this.” I breathe out, trying and push him back, but he doesn’t move. “Stop this, Jax. I’m not a disposable good luck charm.”

He steps back, head drawing back too.

“Is that what you think all of this is about? That I’m chasing superstitious luck?”

“Yeah,” a v forms between my brows. “Don’t act like it isn’t. Because I know you. But me being your lucky charm is all in your mind. Just like the night before the Superbowl. I caved because I missed you, but you were thinking of the only thing you’re always thinking of…the game. It’s enough, Jax. You can’t try and ruin every relationship I begin just to force me into some perverse arrangement. Do what the other players do and wear the same fucking socks until the Superbowl. My pussy isn’t available to you anymore.”

His palm hits the locker next to me, making me jump but I don’t make a sound because the fury behind his eyes has me frozen in place. Butterflies circle like a tornado in my stomach as he stares longer and longer.

“You’re the smartest woman I know and the most fucking clueless too.”

My brows jump up. “Now you’re just going to insult me?” I turn my head to hide the hurt beginning to eat me alive, “Just walk away Jax. This is done. We’re done.”

“No.”

My head swings back to his.

“No?”

He shakes his head slowly.

“I want you, Serena.”

The way he says it almost makes me believe him.

“You mean you want a championship.”

He pushes off the locker and I let out a rush of air as he steps back setting me free. Jax turns around clasping his hands together making a loud clap as I run my own through my hair. But just as my shoulders drop he spins back around, stepping into my face.

“You know what… You want to date that little bitch, Patrick? Then I get to fuck you right here and now.”

“What? Are you high?”

Jax slides a warm hand over my throat, forcing my eyes to his.  

“I’ve never been clearer. Say what you want, but you want me too. I’d be willing to bet my career that if you fuck me right here…right now…you’d never walk away.”

“I have dinner with Patrick in an hour.”

“Then it’ll be my fucking cum he tastes when  you kiss him good night trying to prove your point.”

I can’t breathe, not because he’s choking me but because he just owned me with one fucking sentence.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah? Well, I hate you too. Because you walk around here like you’re over us, but I can’t fucking forget. So I’ll keep reminding you until you give in. You’ll cheat on every fucking guy you date, only come when I eat that sweet pussy because nobody will ever measure up or give you what you want.”

My teeth almost cut into my bottom lip as he smirks.

“I know what you want Serena. Let me remind you. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

His face lowers torturously slow until his lips brush mine.

“I’m here, for the forever.”

I don’t know who kisses who first but our mouths crash into each other, stealing my breath so quickly that my gasp is devoured. Fuck. His hand on my throat tightens as he takes—starting with the taste of my mouth, then my willpower because my fingers are snaking their way up his hard body, splaying over his chest as his lips dip and slide between mine with more and more urgency.

His other hand drags roughly over my hip bunching the material of my black pencil skirt, hiking it up around my hip displaying my smooth tan leg.

“I hate these.”

Jax tugs at the delicate fabric of my g-string igniting a whimper as heat fires through my center like I’m bathed in his dirty words. His warm lips drag over my neck as my eyes close, obediently giving in to the sensation. My head tilts giving him more room as his fingers weave through my hair.

His breath is heavy and ragged against my skin, and our bodies seal as he hikes my leg up bending his knees to grind his hard length over my clit.

My hands lift, desperate to feel him closer, wanting more and more of him, as I press my pelvis forward and grip his hair.

Humidity fills the room, warmth engulfing us as our wet kisses create the echo of lust bounding from off our bodies. A deep growl vibrates down my throat but it’s coming from him as he forces himself back, leaving me cold with my hands hanging in the air still reaching for him.

Breathless, I say, “What are you doing?”

He’s so calm that it makes my panting hitch, forcing the same calmness to wash over me.

“Take of your panties.”

Four words directed without even the hint of being a gentleman. But Jax knows what I want—he always does.

I inch my skirt up, side by side, until the black satin covering the wetness is exposed. My fingers hook around the slim strings over my hips before I glide them down my legs.

“That’s my good little slut.”

 I half blink, body enflamed.

“Now the skirt.”

My heels click as I step out of my panties, standing tall again, reaching behind me to unzip my skirt. Jax drags his thumb over his bottom lip as he watches me, his cock hard behind his sweats.

I shimmy out, letting the fabric fall to the floor just as Jax extends his hand to me. My fingertips slide over his palm, nestling into his hand as I step forward. Clothes left behind, along with all the rest of my willpower.

He’s walking backward as I follow, partially nude.

“What if someone walks in?” I whisper, voice filled with hesitancy.

He licks his lips before answering.

“Would you like for me to let them watch or have a taste?”

My body shudders, feeling the gush of excitement smear between my legs.

He stops at his locker, stepping aside to allow me forward as he eyes my top.

“Do you like this shirt?”

I don’t get to answer before he rips it open, buttons scattering to the floor mixed with my gasp. It’s thrown to the floor, as is the bra that’s tugged from my body before I’m spun around and bent over, legs kicked wide open.

My nails scrape and dig into the hard wooden bench as I’m left bent over, waiting, unable to move. I’m staring at the swirl pattern of the cedar, the reds and honey colors anticipation building and building. Desire pinching inside of me, scoring me in delicate places, making me want to beg him to fuck me.

I push my ass back, desperate to feel him behind me, to feel his length grind against my ass as he grips my hips, thrusting inside me with enough force to rock my body forward. But nothing happens.

“Jax,” I pant.

He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m on fire.

“Jax,” I whine, circling my hips, “Fuck me.”

I suck in a breath beneath the feel of his palm sliding over the roundness of my backside. His lips meet my spine just as I feel his bare cock nestle between my ass cheeks. He slides himself up and down, his hands massaging over my breast.

Moans replace words, but that’s always been Jax’s preference. He runs his finger down my pebbling skin as he stands, leaving his dick where it is.

“I want my whore to beg.”

I can’t breathe. He’s stolen my ability to do so. But as if he’s bringing me back to life I gasp as my wet pussy’s filled by his fingers thrusting inside.

“Beg, Serena.”

Jax’s other hand snakes up my back, fingers weaving into my hair before he grips it hard, tugging my head back, forcing my eyes to his jersey.

“Now.”

My cunt tightens around his fingers. The roughness of the motion, in and out, stroking the softness of my cunt makes me pant. I’m lost to the feeling, the need as words tumble from my lips.

“Please fuck me. Please. I want you inside of me. Fuck me like the whore I am. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll give you everything.”

“Everything?”

His fingers are unforgiving as they deliciously fuck me without mercy.

“Yes,” I moan, “Everything.”

“Then I want your heart. I want you wearing my fucking last name, with my babies in your belly and me as your only future.”

“Yes,” I cry out loudly.

Tears well in my eyes because I’m caught between the build taking over my body and Jax owning my heart. His long thick fingers hit the right spot, stroking it, coaxing my orgasm from me. I clench around his fingers, back arching like a cat.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me…give it all to me.”

My stomach tightens, and my nails dig into the bench.

“Yes. Yes. You can have it all, Jax.”

I all but scream as I’m hit with the pent-up explosion my body’s been craving, but before I can ride the wave, he yanks his fingers from me just as a cool liquid spreads over my ass.

“You’re not done coming. Not until I’m filling your ass while you scream my name.”

Without any hesitation, Jax pushes the swollen head of his cock inside my ass, growling as I throw my head back, moaning loudly.

“I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole until your pussy cries, then I’ll rub that greedy clit until you forget your goddamn name.”

He’s stretching me, thrusting inside places he shouldn’t be, grabbing my ass, and spreading my cheeks so he can watch as I grip the bench. My tits bounce as I’m pounded from behind, panting, moaning, and chanting his name like he’d promised I would.

Jax bends over me like an animal rutting inside me, hands cradling my breasts as his teeth find my shoulder.

“Oh my god,” I whimper, knees buckling, but his other hand holds me up as he growls into my ear.

“Who do you belong to, Serena…”

“You, Jax. Always you.”