Baby Tracker 👶
6 months old 🗓️
August.
The football season has re started after a month of friendlies and a pre season training trip for Jack to America.
Jack spent June bouncing from one lads holiday to the next, before telling me he had booked a trip to Dubai for us as a way to 're-connect' I laughed in his face at that and he ended up taking his family.
But, I did agree to them taking Mia.
I actually really enjoyed having a few days to myself and did some days in the salon, went out with friends, and even had a one night stand or two........which I absolutely needed to help flush Jack out of my system.
We've settled into a routine now of Jack having Mia Thursday to Monday every other week.
While he's playing, or if he has an away game his parents have her.
It was hard initially losing her for 4 nights every other week, but it allows me to work every other weekend, and I look forward to fortnightly nights out, and it is working for us.
It's Thursday today, and I'm expecting Jack to come and collect her at midday. Mia's been grouchy with teething and when he arrives she's upstairs having a nap.
"Alright" Jack smiles as he walks into the kitchen. He immediately hops onto the worktop. It infuriates me when does that. He knows it does.
"Mia's napping, want a tea?"
"Yeah go on then" he's now rummaging through my fruit bowl "can I have this?" He holds up a pear.
"Whatever"
He's still got a healthy holiday glow to him. He's wearing jeans and a yellow t-shirt. Instead of his normal cap thrown on, he's actually styled and slicked his hair back. Normally when he collects Mia he's in training gear.
He looks hot.
"No training today?"
"Nah I hadda early gym an' physio session, I've got a fuckin' injury on me shin. Not sure I'll be playin' the weekend yet"
"Nothing serious I hope?"
"Nah, it'll be fine, jus' annoying y'know?"
I like that we can talk calmly again. I'd almost class us as friends.
And I cannot fault his parenting of Mia.
I watch him finish the pear.
"Do you want some actual lunch Jack?"
"Well, how longs Mia gonna be down for?"
"I don't know, her teeth are bad, she was awake last night more than she was asleep! I've put teething gel in the bag, have you got Calpol?"
"Yeah I've got capol, and I've got them teething rings in the fridge still" he watches me open the fridge
"wot ya got on offer for lunch then?"
The way he says it makes me pause.
I can feel his eyes burning into my back.
Don't go there I tell myself.
"Do you want some tuna pasta salad?" I ask turning.
"That would be lovely" he replies, with a filthy grin on his face.
We chat easily while eating and even laugh together over Kieras latest dating disaster.
Maybe it's the sun getting to me, but this feels good.
"So, wot are ya plans then for the weekend?" Jack asks putting his fork down on his empty plate.
"Well, working tomorrow and Saturday and Sunday I've actually got a job on a shoot in town!" I grin.
"Ah, well done! Told ya it wouldn't take long once people knew ya back doin' a bit of work hey?"
I nod "and Monday I'm getting my own hair done in the morning"
"Cool, I'll be about 4 bringing her back Monday"
I nod
"So ya not off out tomorrow or Saturday night? It's gonna be perfect BBQ or beer garden weather"
I can't help gazing into his eyes for moment longer than necessary.
"Wot? Wot ya lookin' at?" He smiles. He knows what I'm looking at.
"Nothing" I look down
He reaches for my face, gently running his fingertips under my chin.
"Chels....."
I allow my eyes to meet his.
"Chels.....I can't stop lookin' at you either"
"Oh Jack, this isn't a good idea"
"Wot isn't a good idea Chels....." His voice is thick and silky
"You know what"
"Nah, I don', ya gonna hafta help me out here"
I blink slowly. I catch sight of his mouth. He spots me looking and licks his lips.
"We should stop looking at each other" but I'm still watching his lips.
Jack stands up abruptly.
He takes my arms and pulls me up from my chair, before I can protest he's pushed me against the work top and he's kissing me. His hips pushing into me.
Oh god I forgot how good this felt.
"Jack......" I protest.
"You've jus' gotta tell me to stop Chels" he's nibbling my lip, his hands are running up my back, around my sides, onto my breasts. His hands know what my body expects from them. My body is betraying me by responding to his touch by leaning into him even more
"Mia will wake up any minute"
"Oooh that adds a bit a pressure to it, I like it" he growls
"Ooooh fuck Jack" it's a protest.
Jack leans back. "Do ya wanna stop?" His face serious.
I look into his eyes......do I want to stop?
"No Jack, I don't want you to stop"
My top is pulled off, Jacks jeans are kicked off. I yank his top over his head.
He pulls my jeans down and quickly his hands find their way into my knickers.
My bra is tossed aside and his mouth is on my nipples. My body responds immediately.
The fact we feel rushed adding to the pleasure, but it's not just rushing against Mia waking up, it feels like we are rushing incase one of us comes to our senses.
Shit!! I pull his hair, getting him to stop, reluctantly his mouth releases my nipple
"Jack I've not got any condoms and I'm not on the pill or anything"
"Fuck sake" he mutters and scrambles around for his jeans. Of course he fucking has one in his wallet.
He lifts me onto the work top and enters me quickly. I'm gagging for him. Literally gagging for him. He's a total shit. He's a total fuckboy.
He has no morals, but he still drives me wild.
Deep down, I know that somewhere he is still mine, I can get this from him anytime I want.
I know for a fact after Layla ended up on one of the lads holidays that Jack gives zero fucks normally when he's out for a shag, it's all about him, and he'd prefer a blow job to a fuck.
But me? Me I know he gets his kicks from my reaction to the things he does to me.......
That's why I can feel him holding back.
That's why he's currently reaching underneath my bottom.
That's why his finger is seeking out my arsehole, to do naughty things to me.
That's why his tongue is snaking its way along my jawline.
That's why his other hand is expertly massaging my nipples.
That's why he's huskily asking me to come for him.
And I do.
I throw my head back as his teeth graze the tender skin at my throat.
I come undone.
I melt into him as I feel his cock throbbing within me. He collapses slightly, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Ya one night stands don't fuck ya the same as me do they?" He teases in his gravely post sex voice.
He smiles sweetly at me, eyes dancing.
Fucker.
He's played me.
His way of making some kind of claim over me.
I don't care.
I'm still floating in a bubble of bliss. I don't care when he makes me feel this good.
But I'm not going to let him know that.
"How do you know about any one night stand?" I ask, slowly pulling away.
"Layla is spending too much time with Ben, and she's got a fuckin' loose mouth on her when she's drunk"
"Well I'm single aren't I Jack? I can do what I want"