#jackson edwards

“No. He’s just probably really busy. And he slept in a room full of guys he’s known since- like what? 16. Don’t sweat it. He’ll come around.” She calms me down.

I’m pacing back and forth in my hotel room. I packed up everything, it’s the last day to stay. We check out today at 6:30 and the draft is at 4:18. I’ll check out early but I would be leaving Jackson alone in Montreal for a night.

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“With the number 200 pick, the Boston bruins draft… Defenceman Jackson Edwards!”

I scream in excitement, I remember looking at Jack to see what he was going to do. If he either was going to hug his mom, or me. He slides a smirk at me, hugs me and lets go. He pushed his lips onto my cheek, leaving a deep kiss. He warps his body around to flip over to his mom.

“I love you. Thank you for always supporting me.” He whispers to her. I’m forever grateful for this boy being in my life. He’s such a mammas boy.

I watch him walk down the stairs and up to the stage. Montreal, what a special place.

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I didn’t see Jackson for hours because he was already filming social media content for the bruins, and to mention the endless press always talking to him for q&a’s.

“Hey babe, I’m on my way to the hotel, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night here. You know instead of going back home.” Jack left me a voicemail.

Honestly, I was too angry at him to even think about him. I love him so much that my head hurts. I could be sent to a ward if I didn’t know I was crazy for our love.

I immediately texted him back,

Uhh, yeah sure. I would be mega jet lagged anyway, I would rather do it with you. Heading over to the room 🩷

Okay see ya soon, door is unlocked 🐱💦

ew. No.

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I make it to the room, the door was held open by someone’s shoe. “Babe?” I crept through the door.

“Wait!” Jackson yells through the room.

he came running to the door, pushing me out of the room. “I have a suprise.” He laughs and backs away. Leaving me alone in the hallway, with a visible open door.

“Hurry! I look stupid! Is anyone else in there?” I groan in annoyance.

“Settle down, it’s just me. Me and you!” Jackson takes my bags and throws them. I hear a thump from my big suitcase, I’m sure I’ll have to buy a new one. “It’s okay. I can buy you a new bag.” It’s like he can read my mind.

“Come!” He runs his hands up my arm. I reach for the door, he jolts to open the door before I can. I walk in to an empty room.

“I have to leave tomorrow around 4, someone booked me a media conference and it’s all happening so fast, so we should talk about what happened.” Jackson quiets down, as if I were a side gig he had to hide out of embarrassment.

I backed up into the room. Deepening the stay. I sit on a bed, Jackson follows behind me. He sits opposite from me on the other bed in the room.

White sheets tucked into the hotel bed finally wrinkle, I can see his eyes. He’s really hurt. He sucks his teeth. Kissing himself.

“I’m not mad. I’m just confused.” He confessed. He brushes his hair back. His eyes, laser like, burn into my eyes. I have no idea what happened when I got drunk but I’m scared. “So.. I’m sorry?” I pushed out.

Impulsively, I hug him. I feel Jackson tighten his arms around me. His hands wander. “It’s fine. Honestly, I’m just confused why you were dancing in other guys.”

“What?” I’m embarrassed. I was probably so drunk that I thought random guys were Jackson.

“It’s okay.” He pulls his shirt off. He twirled me around. We dance. He rips off my clothes. Laundry every where. New kiss marks appear on my abdomen.

“I don’t care. Ttruthfully, it turned me on.” He laughed out. “But… if you were to apologize, you can show me by..” he trails off. Pulling off his pants. I see his already hard dick.

He’s bare, nude, and already laying down- ready for me. I jump ontop of him. Laying a big kiss on his lips. I stick my tounge into his mouth. He moves his tongue into my mouth. We massage eachothers mouths. His hands wander down to my bare ass.

I slide my hand down his abs. Feeling his love trail under his belly button. I reach for his sensitive balls. Playing with them I stick my finger into his mouth. Reaching for his dick I start to suck down.

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Feelibg my mouth fill with cum. I hit my gagging point. I pull up, he shoves my head down. I feel like I’m going to throw up. I squeeze his balls harder. He jolts up. And I lift up from his shaft.

Tears fall from my eyes. I gag one last time. He feels my hole, I straddle ontop of him. “Already wet? For me?” He moans out. He grabs me closer, kissing me. Tounges feeling up eachother. He lifts me up, I sit down on him, landing on his dick.

His hardened cock sticks inside. I let out a breathe. Letting myself set up for him. I push him down into his back, I stack a movement, my ass hits his legs, skin smacking skin.

I smell our cum mixing together.

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My favorite thing about Jackson is his love for physical touch. His aftercare feels so special.

“Go pee. Come back and I’ll have stuff out.” I hurry out of bed to go pee. Jackson pulls snacks out of his bag. He turns on a movie for us. He lays out a sleep shirt of his for me.

I walk out of the bathroom. The hotel smells like fresh laundry. I hear Jackson laugh as I look confused. My body, cold, breast hang, ass out, bare body, I come running to the bed. I slide into the white oversized shirt. Jackson kisses me on my forehead, he whispers affectionate affirmations to me.

He cuddles into me, I let him snuggle his head into my breast. I watch the movie and he eats the snacks.