The Own Goal ✔️

Part 74

Baby Tracker 👶
23 months old 🗓️

January

"Fuck sake Chels will ya stop stressin' ya stressin' me out fuck sake an' there's nuffin' to even be stressed ova!"

"Yeah ok Mr chilled out, who cares that the kitchen is still a tip, Mia's bedroom is full of boxes still and your parents are bringing her back in two hours, you just sort your fucking consoles and the media room out!"

"Jeeesus! The kitchen will take no time, me dad's gonna help me sort Mia's bed then ya can finish unpacking, she can even fuckin' sleep in with us tonight.......it's literally no big deal........I mean we've even got time to christen some more rooms if ya wanna?"

"NO! that's why we're so bloody behind, you and your fucking dick!"

Jack feigns a hurt look "ya wheren't complaining bent ova the dinning table"

I roll my eyes at him.

"Or in the lounge.......or ova the kitchen island"

"Stop"

"Or in the family room, or the gym......"

"Or just carry on....."

"The big spare room.........half the showers....."

Apparently he really is going go reel off everywhere we've had sex so far in the new house.

"We ain't done it in ere yet" he looks around the vast room.

"And I'm not going to......we are never having sex in this room"

"Why?"

"Urgh, lose the innocent look Grealish! Because if we have sex in here I'll never see you!"

"Ah no come on, I'm not that bad, I'm not as bad as Ben, he's playin' on it all the bloody time!"

"That's because he actually got back with Layla, but now seems to want to avoid her all the time!" I throw my hands up. I've no idea what's going on with them. They made up before Christmas and Layla moved straight back in with him.
"Plus, he doesn't have a child"

"Ah yeah, but Madders does though!"

I glare at him "please never compare yourself to Madders again Jack"

He laughs "yeah, nah, ya right"

He cocks his head to the side, looking at me with those dark sexy eyes, pouting slightly....

"No Jack, please, I just want to get the house all sorted!"

We've been in the new house for officially three days, but after the removal men left it turned out that we aren't the most productive couple.

It shouldn't even be hard! Nearly everything for the house has been bought new and was delivered the day before we moved in.
Nothing in the apartment belonged to us to bring apart from literally clothes and toys. Jack's keeping his house in Birmingham for now so hardly anything from there came with us and we only took a few bits from the house in Manchester, the rest we've arranged for a charity that distributes to families restarting after leaving violent relationships to collect and use.
The sale of that house is nearly complete. Neither of us feel any sadness over letting that house go. It feels tainted now.

Craig's court case is coming up and thankfully I don't have to testify. We've been told most of the group will get 3-9 years in prison.

Craig is looking at the lower end as he helped the police with catching the rest of the group.

It doesn't seem enough, not when we think back to the terror we felt at not knowing where Mia was for those hours.

Jack's still staring at me, chewing his bottom lip. I look at him sitting there, surrounded by cables, in grey Jersey shorts, plain white t-shirt and messy, soft, unstyled hair.........I know he isn't even wearing pants, like he's ready and waiting.
He's always ready and waiting. Fucker.

"Promise you'll help me in the kitchen after, otherwise your mum will feel obliged to help......"

"I promise"

"I fucking hate you sometimes"

"Same" he says gruffly.....it's our latest little in joke, at Christmas I made myself a tea but not Jack, Jack complained that he hated me and his mum heard and had a go at him. So now naturally, we are saying it at every opportunity.....but it's full of affection.

He holds his hand up to me and I take it, allowing him to pull me down onto his lap. I smile as I feel his erection against me.

"Are you ever not ready?"

He replies with a kiss, deep and slow......it hits me straight between my legs.

"Hold on" he murmers and hauls himself to his knees, setting me on the floor in front of him, he sweeps cables and controllers out of the way then sitting up on his knees sets about moving the necessary clothing out of the way for both of us.

He settles back between my legs and presses his tip against my opening.
He leans closely on top of me, his elbows taking his weight, but I can feel the warmth of his chest against mine.
He cups my head in his hands, his thumbs toying at my temples.

His face is millimetres from mine and I watch his face as he slowly pushes in. His expression as he pushes in fully and a little groan escapes me is obscene.

"Who were ya sayin' is never not ready huh?" He says acknowledging my wetness and the ease in which I took him within without foreplay."

"Fuck jaaack......" I groan as he slowly thrusts in and out of me.
We maintain eye contact between light feathery kisses as he takes it slow, rocking his hips into me.......gradually as we both start needing more he increases the pace until by the time my climax hits like a deafening crescendo he's railing me like his life depends on it.

****

One week later.

I'm in the salon telling the girls how settled we are and that already the new house feels like home and it's amazing to see Mia enjoying having a garden again - even in January we can barely keep her in!

I'm busy packing up bits I'll need for a huge shoot I've been asked to work on when one of the newer juniors walks in clutching 'heat' magazine.

"Er Chelsea, have you seen this?"

She holds the magazine to me. Screaming out from the front page is the headline 'I fancy Jack Grealish'
There's a photo of some reality TV star on the front in a skimpy bikini.

"Oh who doesn't" I reply casually. "It's fine" I laugh, dismissing it

"Right, so you've read it?"

"No, I don't need to read gossip pages about my boyfriend, I live with him remember?" I'm trying to keep my voice light and free of showing how annoyed I'm getting.

"So you know he was sexting her in November"

I freeze and a familiar feeling shoots through me.