“You still haven’t fed me,” she says shyly.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask, running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Pancakes with chocolate chips,” she says, rolling to her stomach so her breasts are in line with my cock, which hardens instantly. Looking down between her tits, her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. The image of her with her hair down, the ends wet from the bath, her skin still glowing from her resent orgasm, and her eyes full of heat, gazing at me with lust, is an image I will use often when I can’t take her to bed. Then she shocks me. Her head dips and her tongue touches the head of my cock, licking off the drop of precum that seeped out of the end.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear myself groan. “Baby,” I breathe as she sits back, her tits rising above the water. Her hand attempts to wrap around me, and she timidly pumps, and then her mouth covers the head and her tongue swirls the tip. Wrapping my hands around the edge of the tub, I try to keep still. I don’t want to slam down her throat or grab onto her hair. I don’t even know if she understands what she’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine as her hand pumps, each stroke killing me slowly. As her mouth lowers, taking me deeper into the depth of her mouth, I flex my muscles, knowing she is going to be the death of me. Her unsure innocence is making it hard to keep my hands locked on the tub.
Feeling myself hit the back of her throat, hearing her gag almost has me coming. “Ellie, fuck, baby. Oh, God.” My toes curl and her hand moves faster, like she knows I’m close. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, and her mouth leaves my cock, but her hand pumps. Wrapping my hand over hers, I help her bring me off and use my other hand to pull her forward, covering her tits with my come. “You’re gonna kill me,” I confess, pulling her to rest against my chest, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
Feeling myself shaking, I open one eye and dip my chin, seeing Ellie has her mouth covered and her body is quaking with silent laughter.
“Sorry,” she giggles when her eyes meet mine.
“You think it’s funny that you’re gonna kill me?” I ask, and her laughter quiets down and she smiles, shaking her head. “We need to shower,” I say, standing and taking her with me.
“Are you mad?” she asks from behind me as I start the shower.
“No, baby.” I push her into the shower then move her against the wall, hearing her gasp as her skin touches the cold tile. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I’m done,” I say, and dropping to my knees and tossing her leg over my shoulder.
Chapter 8
Ellie
“Here, babe.”
Glaring at the shirt held out to me, I take it anyways, making sure to tug it with force from Jax’s grip, then pull it over my head.
Hearing him chuckle, I pull my long wet hair out of the collar of the shirt and narrow my eyes on him, which only seems to make his smile bigger.
“What?” he asks, pulling up a pair of sweats that are loose and hang low on his hips, showing off the well-defined V of his waist.
“It’s not funny,” I growl when he begins to laugh louder.
“Baby, I’m not laughing at you.”
“You’re totally laughing at me,” I say, looking around with wide, dramatic eyes, pointing out there is absolutely no one else in the room, or even the house, with us. “And who does that to someone? Who uses sex torture as a way of hearing what you want to hear?” I ask him, feeling my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what happened in the shower.
“Sex torture?” He laughs louder, and I feel a smile on my lips from the sound of it. When his eyes come to me again, I school my features.
“Sex torture, that thing you did when you…when you didn’t let me orgasm until I told you what you wanted to hear.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.” I roll my eyes, picking up my towel from the end of the bed.
“You are. Now, are you ready to go have pancakes?” he asks, taking the towel out of my hand and tossing it toward the bathroom on the ground, making me frown.
“I was going to hang tha—”
He cuts me off, lowering his mouth over mine in a brutal kiss that causes my legs to become weak. When his mouth leaves mine and I finally get my eyes open, I find him looking down at me with a very smug smile.
“Now…are you ready for pancakes?” he asks again.
“You’re annoying,” I tell him, taking a step back and turning toward the door, making a point to stomp down the hall and down the stairs. I notice on the way that something looks different, but I can’t figure out what it is. When we reach the kitchen, Jax lifts me onto the counter and starts pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes.
“What happened here?” he asks, stopping in front of me. I absently feel him run his fingers over the skin of my knee, but my eyes are glued to his abs and the outline of his hard-on under his sweats.
“Baby.”
“Hmm?” I mumble in a daze, feeling a tingle in my core.
“What happened to your knees? Did I do that?” he asks, sounding concerned, and my eyes move to focus on his fingers that are once more running over one knee then the other. Seeing the bruise; it’s not huge, but it’s noticeable.
“Mellissa tripped me when I was walking past her at the salon.” I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it. She already ruined my dinner. I won’t allow her to ruin our night.
“What the fuck?” he rumbles as I shake my head, pressing my hand against his chest.
“She’s jealous and evil. Honestly, I can’t believe you dated her,” I tell him, moving my hand up to his jaw and running my fingers over it, gaining his gaze.
“We dated in high school,” he explains.
“You still dated her. I can’t imagine she was any different back then.”
“You’re right. She’s always been the same.”
“So why does she think you’re hers now?” I ask. His chest expands on a deep breath, and I can tell he doesn’t want to tell me.
“We hooked up.”
“You slept with her recently,” I clarify, and his jaw begins to tick.
“I hate that you’ve had to see that part of my past. I hate that it keeps popping up, but I can’t change it.”
“I haven’t asked you to change it. I mean, if my ex-sex partners were popping up all the time, coming to the house, showing up at restaurants and your job, you would have to deal, right?” I ask, watching that tick in his jaw turn into a grind, and his hand on my thigh tightens almost painfully.
“Let’s not talk about you being with anyone else,” he grits out.
“Why? You wouldn’t feel the same way about me that you do now?” I question, tilting my head and raising a brow. “Cause that would be a huge double standard.”
“I would learn to deal with it, or I’d end up in jail.”
“Well, I guess I’m just a bigger person than you are,” I say, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing when his eyes narrow.
“You’ve got a smart mouth. Maybe I should give you something to fill it.”
“Yeah, food,” I say, pointing at the bowl next to me, and he smiles, but then his face goes serious.
“I’m sorry about Mellissa, baby. I hate that she did that to you, and I really hate that she ruined our date.”
“She’s not here, so I win.” I smile with a shrug, and his face goes soft.
“You’re too good for me, Ellie.” His hand comes up to rest on the underside of my jaw and his thumb moves across my lips. “Way to fucking good for me, but now that I’ve had you and I’ve fallen in love with your daughter, I won’t give you up. I will never give you up,” he says, leaning in, placing a soft kiss on my mouth, and then moving to the stove before I can reply. I don’t want to hope, but God I’m hoping he’s feeling for me even half of what I’m feeling for him right now.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?” I ask, lifting my gaze to meet his.
“This thing is going to last. We have time, lots of it, to figure it all out. But you and Hope have all of me. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, feeling something right settle over me knowing that I’m falling in love with him.
I pray in loving him I will have the family I’ve so desperately craved since my dad passed away.
Hope would be able to have the family I never did. With that thought, anxiety settles in my gut. If things don’t work out, where will that leave Hope? Is it fair to her to give her all of this, only to have it taken away?
“What’s that look?”
Licking my bottom lip, I shake my head, murmuring, “Just spaced out.”
He moves back to stand in front of me once more and takes my face between his large hands. “Tonight, we have pancakes and watch a movie. Tomorrow, we go pick up Hope from my folks and spend the day with her. The next day, Hope is with me during the day while you’re at work, and when you get off work, we’ll have dinner together. The day after that, we figure it out, Ellie, but we’ll figure it out together.”
“Okay,” I agree, because I don’t know what else to do.
“Okay,” he repeats softly then demands, “Now kiss me,” lowering his face toward mine, just far enough away that I will need to be the one to close the gap between us. I know this is a test. If I kiss him, I’m saying I trust him. If I don’t close the gap, I don’t believe in him or us. Lifting up without thought, I press my lips to his. I know this is one of those moments my grandmother told me about, one of the moments when you either have to push your fears aside or let them swallow you whole. I want this, and if this ends up being something beautiful, I know it will have been worth the risk, and if it ends up blowing up in my face, I will just have to survive off of the beautiful moments we make now.
When his lips leave mine and move to press gently to my forehead in a soft touch, I absorb the feeling in my chest and sit back. I watch him move to the stove and turn it on, and then smile as he mixes pancake batter and places the mixture on the pan on the stove top, absorbing everything about this moment. I’m not sure why this point in time seems so important, but I know it is.
*
“How many kids do you want?”
Shifting on the couch so I can see his face, I feel my heartbeat accelerate from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. When we finished eating pancakes, he led me into the living room and settled me on the couch between his legs so that my body was half on his. His legs were settled around me, and he turned on the TV to some scary movie that I knew I would end up sleeping through. “Baby,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I…I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it,” I say, rolling to my stomach, placing my hands on his abs, one on top of the other, and settling my chin on top of them. “How many kids do you want?” I ask, studying his face.
“Four, if not more.”
“That’s a lot of kids,” I mumble while my stomach begins to warm.
“You don’t want more kids?” he asks softly, running his finger along the edge of my hair then behind my ear.
“I’d like Hope to have brothers and sisters. I know she wants siblings,” I confess, watching his eyes darken in a way that I like a whole lot.
“How long would you have to date someone before you married them and had kids?” he asks, dragging me up his body and adjusting me so I’m straddling his lap.
“What’s with these questions?” I ask breathlessly as his fingers run between my legs, reminding me I’m not wearing any panties.
“Curious,” he groans, palming the back of my head and pulling my mouth toward his as his fingers slide between my folds. He sucks my bottom lip between his lips and nips it with his teeth. “Are you sore?” he asks against my mouth.
“A little,” I whimper as the tip of one finger slides inside me.
“Just a little?” he asks, rolling that finger up and over my clit, causing a mewl to climb up my throat, my nails to dig into his chest, and my hips to jerk forward.
“I wish I could slide inside of you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” I hiss in distress as his fingers move slowly over my clit and back towards my entrance.
“No,” he growls, flipping me over and moving down my body.
“No! No way!” I shout, realizing what he’s doing and trying to shut my legs. I don’t think I can handle him tormenting me again like he did in the shower.
“Easy,” he rumbles, gently pushing my knees apart.
When he nips the skin of my inner thigh, I cry out as his mouth drops down on my core and his tongue licks up my center, ending at my clit, and my hips lift off the couch and my hand grabs onto his hair, wanting to hold him in place.
“Oh, God,” I breathe when he pulls my clit into his mouth, flicks his tongue across it, and slides one finger gently inside me. Feeling all of that, all of him, my back arches and the heels of my feet press hard into the couch so I can lift closer to his mouth. His hand on my thigh squeezes almost painfully as his tongue laps up my center.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I know I’m close. My body feels coiled and ready to snap at any moment, and his growl and the hook of his fingers against my g-spot send me over the edge. My body begins to shake and my legs attempt to clamp closed as my orgasm washes over me. Feeling his tongue lick up my center once more and the roughness of his jaw run over my inner thigh, my eyes blink open, connecting with his.
“C’mere,” he says, lifting my limp body to his chest and settling me in his lap. Resting against him, it takes a few minutes to come back to myself. My whole body is completely relaxed and the space between my legs is still sending tiny jolts of pleasure through me. Tilting my head back, his chin lowers and his gaze meets mine. He’s always looked at me like I’m something precious, like I’m something he wants to protect, but the look in his eyes now is something different. It’s warmer and softer, somehow sweeter than anything else I have ever seen from him before. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t get my mouth open to say it. I don’t want to ruin this.
“I know,” he mutters quietly, tucking my head under his chin and breaking our connection. My heart starts to pound harder, and I wonder if he somehow knows what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling. Closing my eyes, I soak in his smell and the feeling of his arms around me, and before I know it, I fall asleep.
Waking up slowly, I smile as last night comes back to me. I had sex. Not only did I have sex with Jax, I had amazing sex with him. Opening my eyes, I turn my head and see I’m in Jax’s bed, but he’s gone. Pushing my arm out from under the covers, I feel across the sheets, noticing they are cool to the touch, like he’s been gone for a while.
Sitting up, I look around and really take in his room for the first time. The walls are a grey-blue that is masculine but still soft. The room is almost the exact shape as the room Hope has been sleeping in, with a large, curved window that juts outward, and has a seat under it that has a large cushion on top of it. So if you wanted to sit and read, you could do it comfortably.
Between the door to the room and the bathroom is a tall, dark dresser. The front of the drawers look like black leather and have unusual silver handles. Another dresser with the same style leather drawers is on the opposite side of the room. That one is long with a large mirror on top of it, and a flat metal-looking dish with some odds and end in it sits on top of the dark surface.
Looking to my right then left, I see there are matching side tables on either side of the bed, along with lamps that curve in an unusual shape and are the same dark silver as the handles on the drawers. Leaning back against the headboard and feeling coolness hit my back through my shirt, I turn and look over my shoulder. The back of the bed is the same black leather as on the front of the dressers, with tucked pieces that have dark silver buttons in the material.
Pulling the blanket up, I wonder if his mom helped him decorate, and that makes me smile. Th
e comforter matches the furniture perfectly, with dark grey, black, and white rivets that shoot through it. Hearing banging downstairs, I roll to the side of the bed and put my feet on the floor, trying to be quiet as I make the bed, picking up decorative pillows from the floor, along with a dark grey throw, and placing them on the bed.
Once I have the bed made, my clothes picked up out of the bathroom, and toss the towels from last night into the hamper, I head down the hall to the bathroom I have been using. I take care of business quickly then go across to my room to grab a pair of panties and sweats, putting both on before heading down the stairs, where I see Jax at the bottom. Shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, his body is bent double as he hammers something into the floor.
Moving quietly to the last step from the bottom, I look down at my feet then turn to look over my shoulder. That’s when I see the stairs now have a dark grey-colored carpet running down the center of them.
“Did I wake you?”
Pulling my gaze from the stairs behind me, I look at Jax and my eyes drop to his chest and abs, which are covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
“No,” I say absently then look behind me again at the stairs, remembering last night I thought something looked different; I just couldn’t figure out what it was at the time. “When did you do this?” I ask, turning to look at him while pointing at the stairs.
“Started on it yesterday, but I wanted to finish it before Hope came home today. She scares the shit out of me every time she runs down the steps.”
“She scares you when she runs down the stairs, so you’re putting in carpet?” I ask just to clarify as something warm washes over me.
“I was going to do it anyway,” he says, running his hand over his head and looking around.
“She scares you when she runs down the stairs…so you’re putting in carpet?” I repeat, and his face goes soft and his hand reaches out toward me.
When I take his hand, he pulls me flush against his body then kisses me softly grumbling, “I was hoping to have this done before you woke up, so I could come wake you.”
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