Chapter 26

26

JAXON

I gave it my best shot. I even begged and she didn’t budge. Am I hurt? Abso-fucking-lutely. Do I forgive her? Always. There’s still the chance that she’ll change her mind when I give her the good news. I just need to calm the fuck down so I don’t ruin the whole night I had planned.

Aria sets the table while I fill the serving bowls like we do every night. It’s our typical routine, but normally we talk about our day. Tonight, we work in tandem silence. It’s my fault. The plan was to start with the surprise, have a nice dinner, and then beg her to come with me. If she had agreed, then I would have been able to get my cake and eat her too. Bad pun, I know, but damn that girl just sets my blood on fire.

We both dig in and now it’s starting to feel awkward. I fucking hate it. So I decide to throw out a few hints about her surprise.

“I thought for sure you’d ask me if anyone called the minute you walked in today.” I take a bite of chicken after throwing it out there.

“Did anyone call? The chicken is delicious, by the way.” What was supposed to be a happy, laid-back dinner is now formal and strained.

“I called Roman a few times, but he didn’t have any good news.” She deflates right before my very eyes. I know it’s cruel, but it’s a surprise so I need the buildup.

“That sucks. I was hoping for some good news for a change.”

“Yeah. I was pissed too, so I ended up taking out all my frustrations on my treadmill. I ran for ten miles at breakneck speed.” No lie. My legs are fucking killing me.

“You’re going to pay dearly for that frustration tomorrow morning. I hate that I’ll have to go to plan B if we don’t get any takers soon.”

“I know, baby. Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that because we don’t want a traditional wedding. A promise is a promise.” Only I know there won’t be a plan B. How long should I continue before giving her the good news?

“I don’t care where and when we get married anymore, Jax. And I sure as hell don’t want to wait for eighteen months, either. So let’s get married when you come home in September. Even if we need to elope.” Now we’re on the same page.

“Sounds good to me. Oh, I almost forgot. Roman left me a message when I was in the shower. I wrote it down… Now where did I put that damn paper?” The message is still on my phone, but I took the time to pencil in the venue on one of the sample wedding invitations she printed out.

It’s all about the presentation, baby.

Of course I’m going to drag this out for as long as I can. “What’s the paper look like? I can help you try to find it.”

“I’ll find it, baby. You worked hard today. Enjoy your dinner.” I know exactly where it is. The suspense is killing me, and I already know what it is. I owe Roman big time since he fought so damn hard for this venue. And it’s perfect.

Scratching my head, I walk into the living room. I grab the invitation and muster every ounce of willpower I have remaining not to smile or jump for joy. Spoiling the whole surprise.

“Found it,” I say as I set it down on the side of her plate. Then I calmly sit back down and take a bite of cold chicken.

Frowning, she picks it up and checks the back of the invitation briefly. For some reason, she doesn’t notice that I filled in the blank space. “Jax, I don’t see a message…”

When that deer in the headlight’s expression washes over her, I know she’s read it. Still hasn’t registered quite yet, though, so I wait. Chewing my food but not really tasting a damn thing. Her eyes slowly lift to mine, and I can’t hold back my smile anymore. She looks so happy and so am I.

I can’t wait for Aria Mitchell to be my wife.

“Jax, is this for real? We’re getting married in Manhattan in September?”

“Now’s your chance to change your mind…” In my next breath, she’s straddling my lap. Peppering my face with sweet kisses before her warm lips crash into mine. Tears of joy cascade down her face and touch our lips. Our tongues revel in ecstasy.

“Never. Until death do us part.” You bet, baby. I’m all in.

Diving back in, I whisper, “Hope you’ve had your fill of the chicken because I do believe it’s time for dessert.” She yelps when my hands slide under her ass, lifting her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I carry her upstairs. “Close your eyes, baby.”

When she shuts them tight, I set her down on the edge of the bed. Then I get busy setting the mood. By lighting the candles I set up earlier, I turn on the fairy lights, check the champagne, and turn on our playlist. She’ll see the rest when I let her open her eyes.

“Keep them closed while I strip you bare.” Pressing on her sternum with the palm of my hand, she lies flat. Then I unzip her pants and tug them over her hips. I remove her sandals and toss them on the floor, then grab her foot. Starting at her inner ankle, I work my way up her inner thigh. Kissing, licking, and nipping until I hit her core. I watch her shudder as I blow on the thin layer of cloth covering her pussy. The strip of cloth is already wet from her arousal.

“Jax, I need you.” Covering her mouth with my hand, I nudge her opening with my nose. Her back arches as she screams in the palm of my hand.

“Keep those fucking eyes closed. If you talk again, this thong,” I snap it so she understands, “will be in your mouth. Understood?” She nods, and squishes her eyes so tight, she’s going to see stars. “Good girl.”

Lifting her other foot, I mimic the licking, kissing, and nipping of her inner thigh. Only this time, I pull her thong to the side. With the flat of my tongue, I lick from her puckered little opening to her hard little clit. Then I wrap my lips around that hard little nub and suck. Instantly her back arches and she screams, “Fuck me.”

ARIA

I messed up. I know I did, but he wouldn’t stuff them in my mouth. Would he? When he rips them from my body, I know. He’s serious.

“Jax, I promise it won’t…”

“You were warned. Open up, now.” I fucking hate not being in control but somehow it’s different in the bedroom. I yearn for him to spank me, punish me, and gag me. Opening my mouth, I prepare for the invasion. He stuffs them in but also gives me enough room to breathe. I’m thankful. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them.” Too late.

I can smell the sweet perfume of the rose petals and feel their silkiness beneath my fingertips. They’re scattered across the bed. Lit by the faint glow of the fairy lights hanging from the rafters above and the quiver of the flickering candles. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and I think there’s some chocolate-covered strawberries in a fancy dish right next to it. There’s a lilt of soft music playing in the background. I’d sob with utter happiness if I wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.

I’m naked from the waist down. All of my senses are on high alert.

And then a brush of his lips cross my stomach. My hips, the curve of my waist. Warm hands slip under my shirt, cupping my breasts. It’s so hard not to moan, even with a thong stuffed in my mouth. Reaching behind me, he unclips my bra. Then he tugs on my shirt until I volunteer to help him. And then when I’m stripped naked, he takes the thong out of my mouth, but I don’t dare open my eyes.

When his hard body stretches out across mine, I want to wrap my legs around his hips and grab his ass. Driving him home. But I wait. I’m on fire and I’m desperate for him to put out this ache between my legs. I swear I could come from just the weight of his body on mine.

I suck in a breath when his mouth closes over my breast. Flicking his tongue across my nipple. It feels so fucking good that I moan, wanting more.

So much more.

While his mouth and tongue work their magic on one breast, his thumb and forefinger pinch and pull the other. Almost thrusting me into another stratosphere between want and need. “Jax, I beg you. I can’t wait much longer.”

A soft chuckle before he sits back on his haunches. He grabs his shirt from behind and sends it crashing to the floor. His jeans are next and then his body covers mine once again. With his hands gently framing my face, he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, teasing my opening.

“Do you want my cock, baby?”

“Yes, oh God yes.” I’m vibrating with need as he slowly inches his way inside of me. Then pulls out.

No….

“I’m as hard as steel and you’re so fucking tight. Look down, baby. Watch how desperate your pussy is for my thick cock.” I’m hypnotized as I watch him glide in and out and how my pussy adjusts to his length and girth. Letting him go one minute, and then accepting all of him. Every glorious inch this man has to give, stretching and filling me to near bursting.

“Jax, move please.” And he does, never taking his eyes off of me.

Our bodies are in perfect sync as he thrusts harder and deeper than ever before. Piercing my very soul which is connected to his for all of eternity. We were two separate entities and now we are one.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick.” He flips onto his back and now I’m straddling him. My clit throbs with the sensation. And the need to move takes over. “That’s it. Ride me, baby.” When he wraps my hair around his fist and slaps my ass, the monster inside of me comes to life.

I feel the burn in my scalp as I bounce up and down on his thick cock while my hair is still clenched in his hand. While my breasts slap his chest with every downward thrust. I’m desperate to come and when he reaches between us, I’m thinking “Fuck yes!” And then his hand disappears.

“Jax, I’m so fucking close…”

“Hang on, baby, I’m going to make you come.” And then he slowly sinks that long digit inside of my tight little opening and I see the stars and the fucking moon.

“I’m gonna come… Oh god, Yesssssssssss.” I come so fucking hard while both of my holes are filled.

“I’m coming with you, baby, oh fuck…”

Our bodies convulse around each other, draining us of every ounce of strength we have left. I go completely limp as his arms wrap around me. Holding me close. I can feel every beat of his heart, every wisp of breath, and all the love that flows freely between us.

“Wow, that was just, wow.” I smile against his neck, and he chuckles.

“You took the words right out of my mouth, baby. I don’t think I’ll be able to move for days.”

I lean my chin on my hands and peek up at him. I’m so full of love for this man that I have no words. “I love you” just isn’t enough anymore.

“Then don’t. I’ll stay right here, on top of you, until it’s time for you to leave.” He smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I know what he wants, and I can’t give it to him right now. But I have a plan.

“No complaints from me, but we might need to make a pit stop at some point in time.” His hands glide up and down my back and it’s so soothing. My eyes grow heavy, but I need to tell him something before I fall asleep.

“I’m so happy right now that I can’t find the words.” He tucks a strand of my messy hair behind my ear before his thumb brushes across my lips. My heart is so full of love that I truly feel like I’m going to implode any second.

“I know, baby, and so am I. In three months’ time, we’ll finally be husband and wife after a lifetime of loving each other. I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for approaching me at the bar that night. It’s because of you that my darkest night turned out to be my most radiant dawn. Your love lights up my world.”