Chapter 17

17

JAXON

“Just so you know, if I take you home tonight, I won’t be leaving. It’s been over a month since I’ve tasted you or been inside you and I can’t wait any longer. This has nothing to do with that ring on your finger and everything with how I feel about you. So, unless you want to be naked in the back seat of my car, tell me now. My place or yours?”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she struggles to make a decision. I caught her off guard and now she can’t process what I just asked of her. I’ve never been bossy or put my foot down with her before, but it’s high time I start.

Licking her lips, she finds her voice. “Am I still getting a spanking?” Fuck if my cock doesn’t spring to life that she remembers. She’s such a dirty girl and I can’t wait to leave my handprint on her plump ass.

“Damn straight you are. And if you don’t let me know where I’m going in the next ten seconds, it will be here and now.”

“My place. Go to my place. It’s closer.” A growl, so raw and untamed, emanates from deep inside of me. It takes all of my willpower not to lift her dress and seek the wetness pooling between her silky thighs.

After tonight, the word ‘fake’ will no longer be associated with us in any way, shape, or form. It will be replaced with words like ‘genuine’, ‘real’, and ‘love’. When she wakes up tomorrow morning, she’ll know exactly how I feel about her. Then it will be her decision if she wants to help with the wedding plans or break my heart for real.

I’m as hard as granite by the time we get to her place. If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d laugh when she opens the car door and rushes up the stairs. Makes me wonder if it’s in anticipation or if she’s trying to give me the slip. She needn’t worry because I’m right behind her, pushing the door open as soon as it’s unlocked.

The instant she steps inside, I kick the door closed and pin her up against it. “Jax,” slips out on a breathy moan as her chest rises and falls. With her fingers threaded through mine, I press them against the door, slowly inching them up and up. Until they’re as high as her reach allows. Leaning in, I graze my teeth against her throat and feel her hard peaks brushing against my shirt. Setting me on fire.

I could spend a lifetime with this woman, and it still wouldn’t be long enough to do all the naughty things I want to do to her. I’m just grateful that tonight will be the first of many. Taking my time, I kiss the hollow of her throat, collar bone, and right behind her ear. A sexy moan escapes, and it urges me on. Begging me to lick, nip, and bite my way to the other side. Where I can continue my ministrations.

Releasing her hands, I reach behind her back to unzip her dress. As soon as her arms go limp by her sides, I push the dress over her shoulders. It tumbles to the floor. She’s absolutely stunning with her back flat against the mahogany door, wearing just her blue lacy bra and panties. So gorgeous she takes my breath away.

Hooking my thumbs inside her panties, I slide them over her hips, and she steps out of them. After I unclip her bra, she tosses it somewhere. Now she’s standing there naked and vulnerable. A beautiful goddess, trusting me with her body and her heart. She’s trembling by the time I pick her up bridal style and carry her into her bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, I place her face-down across my lap. Her pussy grinding against my cock. Her ass on perfect display for my hand that’s itching to give her that spanking she’s been craving. She immediately tenses, knowing what’s coming.

Starting at the base of her back, I glide my hand up and in a circular motion and then back down. Wanting her to relax. I do this several times and when I feel the tension leave her body, I use the same circular motion on her ass. Then I work my way up her back just like before. Her arousal is intoxicating, and my trousers are slick with her wetness.

Reaching between us, my fingers are immediately drenched. So I slip one finger inside her. Then two. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. You’re already primed and ready to take my thick cock. Can you feel how hard that makes me?”

“Mm, it’s the reason I’m so wet. I need you inside of me. Please.”

“Soon, baby. Soon.” Inserting my fingers deep inside of her naughty pussy, I thrust them in and out. Pumping them faster and faster.

“Ohh, I need to come, Jax…I..”

Yanking out my fingers, I slap her ass. Thwack.

“Fuck, that hurts.” When she tries to wiggle out of my grasp, my hand comes up again. Thwack. Thwack.

“Ahh, fuck me.” Once again I fill her up with my fingers and thrust. Faster and faster, until she’s spasming around my three digits while screaming my name. “Jax, I’m comingggggggg…”

When she goes limp as a doll, I know she’s spent. Picking her up, I lay her flat in the middle of the bed. Lustful eyes find mine and she manages a lazy smile. Now she knows for a fact that sometimes pain can be pleasurable as well.

I waste no time stripping off all of my clothes. Then leaning on my elbows, I cover her body with my own. Stroking her rosy cheeks with my thumbs. Even in her satiated state, she’s writhing beneath me. Desperately trying to line up her pussy with my hard cock.

“Before I give you what you want, baby, there’s something I need to tell you first.” It’s a serious moment for me, but with her hands pushing on my ass, it’s difficult to concentrate.

ARIA

This man is so infuriating. The last thing I want to do is chat when his dick is stabbing me in all the wrong places. Not to forget that my ass is on fire, and I need him to extinguish it right the fuck now.

I’m tuning him out since I’m on a mission to come again with or without him. With my legs spread as wide as they can go, I grind my clit against whatever body part that’s touching me. And I’m pretty sure at this point that it’s his balls. God, I’m so close. If he could move just a tad to the left…

“Fucking Christ, woman, you’re killing me.” Now that got my attention since his voice shook the whole damn room. “Aria, please listen for just two seconds. Please.”

“Can it wait until after we finish what we started?” It’s a legit question and I always get really horny after drinking champagne.

“No, because I’ve waited long enough, poppet. In fact, too long. When I concocted this crazy plan to keep the bullies from continually hurting you, I did it to protect you. Now that they’ve backed off and you’re working from home, there’s no reason to continue.”

What gives him the right to change up the plans after we just endured the stupid engagement party? Why wait? So he could give me one last mind-blowing fuck before he breaks up with me? I’m so furious that I’m close to tears, because that’s how I deal with my anger. I cry like a little bitch, and I hate it. Hate it!

“Nothing about this is fake, Aria. It’s very much real to me. And I wanted you to know that not only have I loved you for years, but I’m in love with you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife so we can officially go through with our moms’ wedding plans? Unless you want to plan it. I’m good with whatever the bride decides.”

I’m hallucinating. Right? This can’t really be happening. Am I so angry that I’m hearing what I want to hear? Or did he just tell me he loves me and wants me to be his wife? Is that what he meant by ‘no need to continue our charade’?

Oh no!

Am I crying happy tears or angry tears?

Didn’t I just tell you that I don’t want to get married? I did but, in my defense, I can see him playing outside with the kiddos and my heart melts.

“Jax this is all out of the blue. I don’t know…” His mouth crashes against mine at the same time as his cock hits its mark. Exactly where I’ve wanted him for the last ten minutes.

If not for a lifetime.

I can’t think when he bites my lower lip, sucks it into his mouth, and thrusts at the same time. It’s as if my brain is the master conductor, orchestrating a synaptic symphony. A million neurons triggered much like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It’s both frightening and euphoric to a fault.

Our bodies collide, our tongues go to war, and our hearts skyrocket to new heights. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m hopelessly in love with this man. Every thrust binds me even closer to him than I could have ever imagined. I’m not sure I’d ever be able to let him go if my life depended on it.

When his mouth latches on my breast, my back arches, guiding him deeper inside of me. “Oh god, Jax. Don’t stop.” When he flicks his tongue back and forth along my nipple, my legs begin trembling. Since my clit has a direct line to my breasts, all eight thousand nerve endings on that tiny little nub explode instantly. Triggering the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my come, baby. Fuck, yesss.” I’m so sensitive to his thickening cock, and when it begins to pulse, I hang on for another intense climax.

When the remnants of his orgasm are over and his breathing is somewhat stable, he shifts to his side, taking me with him. Brushing the hair out of my face, he gently kisses my swollen lips.

“It’s okay if you haven’t quite caught up to me just yet, Aria. If you need more time, I understand. I don’t need those three little words to know how you feel. How about I ask you again before I hit the road? You can give me your answer at that time.”

His candor and gentle touch soothe my chaotic mind. My answer is on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason, I can’t speak. What am I so afraid of? Could it be Stephanie? Hell no, but something’s holding me back and until I figure out what that could be I honestly can’t give him my answer. Not tonight.

Once again, I get all choked up because my damn sister broke his heart and that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. “Hey, it’s all going to work out, poppet. No matter what decision you make, you’ll never get rid of me. Friends for life. Remember?”

“I remember. Promise me, Jax.” With a chuckle he makes an ‘X’ over his heart.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Not sure why, but that tips me over the edge and I burst out crying.

“Come here, baby. I gotcha.” When his arms circle around me, holding me close, I bury my face inside his chest. When I’m with Jax, all of my walls evaporate. Leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Wearing my heart on my sleeve—which is a Jax trait, not usually mine. Maybe after all these years he’s finally rubbing off on me.

As soon as I close my eyes, I see a beautiful home with a big backyard. There’s a tire swing hanging from a huge oak tree with a little girl giggling hysterically. She kicks her feet as Jax gives her a gentle push. With blonde hair swaying in the warm breeze she squeals, “Watch me, Mommy.”