“That’s right, babe. Let go.” His thumb presses against my clit and rubs in a circular motion. A few more strokes, and euphoria ripples through me.
“Yeah, baby, come for me. I want to feel your quivering pussy against my palm.”
Shit, his dirty mouth. His lips find mine again while I ride the last of my orgasm out against his palm. When the last pleasurable wave pulses through me, my knees buckle.
His hands drop to my bottom, and he lifts me up onto him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hang on to his broad shoulders and revel in his bulkiness. He really has filled out nicely since college.
“As sexy as fucking you against the counter sounds, I’ve waited years to have you again. Show me your room, Dixie.”
“Down the hallway,” I say between pants.
He locks our mouths together as he carries me through the kitchen, across the living room, and over to the hallway. I try to break away but his tongue holds me captive. My words first and left come out garbled, but Jax’s second language must be gibberish because he has no problem understanding. He toes my bedroom door open wider and carries me to the bed, taking my skirt with him as he sits me down.
“Fuck, Dixie, I’ve waited so long for you.” He backs up and stares down at me, his eyes smoldering.
My breaths come quick and short as I lean back on my elbows and absorb his words. I’m not sure what they mean. I don’t ponder too long, because hello, sculptured abs within reach. I drop my gaze to his chest and practically moan with pleasure. I lean back up and start unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom. When the two halves fall to the side, I run my hands along each glorious, hard ridge on his stomach and lean forward planting my lips at the junction right above where the glorious V ends. He lets out a moan and then backs away against my approval. I had the taste of him once, and I want it again.
“The first time will be hard and fast, but I promise round two will be slower. But I need to be inside you, now.”
Round two? Jax’s hands rush along the remaining buttons, and he shakes out of his shirt. And sweet Jesus, it should be a crime to look this good. His pecs flex just a sliver as he unhooks his belt buckle and jeans button, but it’s enough to make my mouth water. Not to mention other areas. I tighten my hands on the bed linen to refrain from touching him again. But it’s hard. His happy trail leading to the gigantic bulge in his Jockey briefs has my body aching for his touch. He steps out of the jeans and underwear in one big movement, his cock springing free. He offers a half smile at my gasp.
“Like what you see?”
Yes! Very much. I don’t say that though. I offer a half shrug instead, which earns me a chuckle. But really, I forgot how big he is, and all this glory is mine. All mine. At least for tonight.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes here, Dixie.” He spreads my shirt halves apart and then starts unbuttoning the rest. The problem is, I’m sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he’s standing in front of me, naked. It’s not my fault when I reach up and place his engorged cockhead in my mouth. His hands still as an appreciative moan cuts through the air, but he soon backs away.
“Not tonight. Tonight, I need your sweet pussy.” My outer shirt falls along my body, and he lifts my cami up and over my head, my lace pink bra and underwear now in full view. He sucks in a breath and runs a finger along the top of the exposed skin, brushing along my nipple, and cups the breast.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
His lips crash upon mine, and I don’t have time to react before he unsnaps the bra and scoots me back up the bed. He breaks and then dips his head, taking in my nipple. Tingles shoot everywhere; my body is so ready for him. He moves lower on the bed and wraps his fingers around my underwear. He slowly wiggles them off, and my hands reflexively splay across my lower abdomen. In the haste of everything, I forgot about my scar and the other imperfections that come along with childbearing. Too many years have passed since he last looked at my body.
He stills, seemingly understanding my self-consciousness, and raises his gaze to meet mine. My mouth dries as my heart beats wildly—part from being turned on, part from not knowing his reaction.
“Don’t hide yourself.” He places his hands onto mine and gently nudges them away. “You gave life to three adorable children. Life doesn’t get much better than that. You’re beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my stomach. “Every.” Kisses my scar. “Single.” Kisses even lower. “Inch.”
Heat courses through my veins, and I’m so turned on I don’t even realize he wrapped himself with a condom until he’s hovering above me. The barrier’s necessary to protect me from sexually transmitted diseases, but that’s the only use for them. The complications took more than my flawless skin, it took my fertility. I shut down the last thought, blocking the reason behind his inevitable breakup and concentrate on the glorious body on top of me.
He places his tip right at my entrance and stares into my eyes. “I’ll make this up to you later.” I don’t have time to respond as he pushes inside. He stills, allowing my body to adjust to his intrusion. He’s bigger than what I’ve been used to. Bigger than the vibrator that’s been overused since the divorce. I haven’t felt this full since…freshman year.
My inner walls clamp around him, a sign I’m ready. He takes the hint and starts moving. Slow for a couple of pumps before increasing speed.
“Ah, fuck, Dixie. You feel so good.” He pulls out and flips me to my stomach. I don’t have time to react before he wraps his deft fingers around my hips and lifts my bottom so he can better position behind me. I’m caught in the moment of raw, exposed passion. All inhibitions disappear as the tip of his penis sits at my opening. My body begs for him to enter. In a swift movement, he thrusts forward. The headboard shifts, the loud thud reverberating off the wall. My hands claw at the sheets, the material bunching in my hands, as my vision blurs. He’s so deep inside; I swear I feel him everywhere. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I’m right there at the border.
My hips in his hands, he withdraws and slams back into me, the thump of the headboard increasing along with his tempo. I’m lost as the scale tips to all carnal desire, and I know after tonight Jax will have ruined me for all men. Heat builds upon itself until my entire body is on fire, filled with the need to let go. I’m so far consumed with lust and desire.
He leans onto my back and reaches his hand to cup my breast. His thumb grazes my hardened nipple back and forth, and the sensations are too much. My body quivers in his hand. The thumping against the wall, his pounding into me, all things that make me cry out. His hands return to my hip as he pumps faster.
“Fuck, Jocelyn. You feel so fucking good.”
Evidently, encouragement is all it takes to send me unraveling. Pure pleasure ripples through me, and every inch of my body writhes beneath him. His mouth lands on my shoulder, and he bites down softly, just enough to feel him as he drives in one last pump, one last thump against the wall.
We collapse on the mattress, spent. At least I am.
“If we’re going to keep doing this, I’m going to have to move the bed away from the wall,” I say between pants. The bed has been in this exact location since we moved here. It’s never been a problem before. I’d tell him, but I doubt Jax needs a confidence booster. I don’t want to think about how much he improved.
He scoots back on top of me. “You better believe we’ll keep doing this.” The side of his mouth lifts to his sexy smirk. “I’m never letting you walk away again.”
Before his words puncture my heart, he slams his mouth on top of me as I feel his length growing again.
“Your stamina is rather impressive, Mr. Carrigan.”
“I hope you’re impressed with more than that by the time we’re through.”
Chapter Nineteen
JOCELYN
Current Day
“He wants to what?” Lacey’s voice rings so loud I hold the phone away from my ear. I swear the conductor ten train cars ahead of me heard. Durin
g my commute home, I do something I’ve always considered rude and inconsiderate—I call my best friend. The need to discuss my Thanksgiving outweighs proper manners.
“Spend the night Christmas Eve.”
“That’s a bad idea.”
“I don’t like it at all, but when the kids left last night, Trenna mentioned how happy she was when we spend holidays together. She’s excited about Christmas.”
“You already agreed?”
“No. The jerk said something to the kids before he even cleared it with me.”
“Typical Carl. Gah. Nobody does that. Nobody!”
“I don’t know how to get out of it.”
“Have Jax sleep over that night.”
I laugh, much to the displeasure of the passenger on my right. I mouth an apology and lower my voice. “I don’t think I can get out of it now. The hard part will be explaining to Jax why my ex is spending the night.”
“When are you going to tell him?”
“Today when I get back home.” I ignore the twinge of nausea that thought brings. “I figure the sooner, the better.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand. So, he’s still in town?”
“Yeah, he, uh…should still be at the house.” My voice ticks down a notch. Everybody and their brother doesn’t need to know this part.
“What? He’s already spending the night?”
“Yep. Last night was the first time.”
“Why didn’t you lead with that? Jax is way more interesting than Carl.” She raises her voice again, but I keep the phone tucked to my ear this time. “Yay, you finally got laid. I mean, you did get laid, right?”
“Really, Lace?” I laugh and shake my head. “But, yeah, the dry spell is finally over.”
“Oh my God. So, what now?”
“I don’t know. We really need to talk. Carl has the kids for the entire weekend, so I plan on figuring out his expectations. I’m sure it’s just a fling.” I chew my lip. I don’t want to scare him away with what is my crazy life, but we do need to talk.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen Jax be serious with anyone. This is huge, Jocelyn.”
“Yeah, which is why I don’t want to scare him off with having my ex spend the night.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Her laughter fills my ear. “He’ll understand.”
“Enough about me. How’d your Thanksgiving go?”
The subway train comes to a halt as she proceeds to tell me about the big step in her life. I step outside into the cool air and sigh. Horns sound in the distance as I walk to the parking garage. It takes forever to get home. When Carl and I first got married, I agreed to live in the city, but it wasn’t supposed to be permanent. I love New York, but going out to Jax’s property two weeks ago made me realize how much I miss the country.
“I’m at my car, so I better go.”
“I want details after this weekend.”
I laugh. “I won’t kiss and tell.”
“You better.”
We end our call as I enter my car, and when I turn onto my street, I feel fully alive for the first time in ages. A familiar F250 sits along the curb, a reminder I’m not coming home to an empty house. For the past year, the worst days were when Carl had the kids. The house was too quiet. I suppose that’s part of the reason why I caved when he brought them back early, but I’m not going to lie—Jax in my house waiting on me is doing some rather strange things to my insides.
“Hey,” I say when I come through the door.
“In here.”
“Smells like chili.” I pause. Jax stands by my stove stirring a pot, wearing compression shorts with a towel around his neck—full abs on display. Sweat beads prickle his forehead while his hair is spiked in front. “Interesting outfit to cook in. I approve the new kitchen attire.”
He stalks over to me with a half smirk. “You do, huh?” He wraps his arms around my waist, his manly scent competing with the chili spices.
“Mmm-hmm.”
I grab hold of the towel ends and pull him closer to me. His lips, warm and soft, join mine. “I like this greeting.”
“I thought I’d get my run in before dinner.”
“I can’t believe you cooked.”
“I’m not as talented in the kitchen like some people, but I do make a mean bowl of chili.”
“Can’t wait to try it. It smells delicious.” And I’m not just talking about the food. “I take it you found a gym?”
“Yeah, and it’s not too far away either. I’ll grab a quick shower.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
It isn’t long until we’re sitting at the table eating.
“Wow, Jax, this is really good.” The boyish grin is cute. Unable to wait any longer, I go ahead and start with the easier question. “When are you going back?
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
“On how long you’re willing to put up with me.”
“Oh, I think I can handle you for a while longer.” I grin. “The kids don’t return until Sunday, so you can stay here as long as you want.” The hard knot in my stomach refuses to loosen as I wait for his response.
“You don’t mind me staying here that long? Because I can always get a hotel room.”
“I don’t want you to get a hotel room.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
We clear off the table and do the dishes. I’ve never been a fan of the chore, but when the new dishwashing partner looks as good as Jax, it’s way more fun. Warmth spreads across my cheeks as he rinses the sink. I suppose I’ll never look at this spot the same after last night.
When we finish, I pour the wine, and we head into the living room. The weight of telling him about Carl staying for Christmas Eve hangs over my head. I hope he doesn’t read more into it than it is.
“With Christmas coming up, I wanted to do something for you and the kids.” He grabs hold of my fingers and brings them up to his mouth. His lips brush against them. “Would it be too much if I take you guys to Florida?”
I tilt my head back, not quite sure I heard him right. “You want to take us on a trip?”
“Yeah. Spring training will be coming up before too long, and I’ll be busy until fall. You won’t be able to see much of me once it starts. I thought for a gift, we’d head south. I figure the kids would like to visit Disney World and see a real beach.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Going on a trip with three children is a huge undertaking.”
“I get that. Spring training takes place in Florida, so I was hoping we could go down right before it starts which is mid-February. We could always ask Zach and Lacey to go with us. Maybe rope Lacey into watching the kids one day while we sneak away.”
I bat his arm as my eyes fill with fluid. “Why do you want to do that for?”
“Sneak away with you?”
“No, take the kids on a trip.”
“Haven’t you figured it out?” A slow grin develops as his fingers brush along the outline of my face. I bite my lower lip and give a little shake, knowing full well what he’s going to say. “I like seeing you smile.”
And I give him that smile like I did ten years ago when he used the same line. It melted my heart then, just as it’s melting mine now.
“Um, I’ll have to see if Mr. Kessler will give me the time off since I don’t have any vacation time.”
He nods. “I figured as much. Just let me know, and I’ll make the arrangements.”
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I start rubbing the top my knee. Planning vacations, talking about being busy, all things that make him seem serious about our relationship. More serious than I first thought. His hand covers mine to make me stop rubbing.
“Did my asking make you nervous?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I blow out a breath, not sure how to proceed. “When you said we’ll give this a try. I thought you meant a fling. Something to keep you occupied until s
pring training. How serious are you? If you’re talking vacations—”
“After we broke up our freshman year, I made a pact with myself to not get serious with anyone, which has been pretty easy to keep. That was until I talked to you at Zach’s house. I can’t explain why, but it’s always been you.”
Damn, that’s a good answer. I start rubbing my hand on my knee again.
“Um—” Shit, this is harder than I thought. I don’t know why. He doesn’t seem as jealous as Carl. If Carl ever caught me looking toward Jax in college, he’d be pissy all night. I didn’t dare look up any stats in fear he’d find his name on the search bar.
“What has you worked up?”
“Yesterday Carl mentioned staying here for Christmas.”
Jax presses his lips together as his eyes haze over in thought. “Kind of like what he did yesterday?”
“No, he wants to stay all night on Christmas Eve so he can be here when the kids wake up in the morning.” When Jax doesn’t say anything, I continue. “He did this last year, but the divorce wasn’t finalized yet. I don’t know. He claims it’s less confusing for the kids since they still believe in Santa Claus.”
“Do you want him to be here?”
“No. Absolutely not, and I tried to tell him right before you came to the door yesterday. Christmas isn’t for another four weeks, so I thought there’s plenty of time left to discuss, but the bastard had already mentioned it to the kids.”
“I’m not surprised. And don’t worry what I think. It won’t hurt having him spend the night as long as he sleeps on the couch because this”—he pushes my back against the couch cushions and slides his hand in between my legs—“belongs to me.”
“You sure you don’t mind?”
“I’m not thrilled, but it’s okay. I understand. Let’s forget your ex.”
“The best statement ever.”
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