Chapter 20
SOPH
Currently playing: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley Duhé
Despite my earlier assessment, Jax isn’t that drunk. Sure, he’s had more than a few drinks, but he walked back to our room without incident. Thanks to our hotel's double booking due to a system update, we are sharing one king-size bed for the night.
I didn’t realize how much I would be affected by having Jax next to me for hours.
His scent is like a drug to me, pulling me closer, making me want to stay near him.
Not to mention how being there for him during one of the most challenging days of his life has opened my eyes to the real Jackson Bennett, and I think I’m starting to develop stronger feelings for my boss.
The same boss that I thought I hated only last month. Oh, how ironic.
I catch Jax staring into the distance while brushing his teeth.
There isn’t much space in the bathroom, but it feels like we’re miles apart.
He’s lost in his painful memories, and I don’t know how to bring him back to this moment.
Jax has seen too much and witnessed many heartbreaking scenes that nobody should.
That’s evident in his glazed gaze and rigid posture—his shoulders are raised and stiff, and he doesn’t ooze confidence like he usually does.
He rinses his mouth and puts his toothbrush in the holder, leaving me alone in the quiet hotel bathroom. I sigh as soon as the door closes and look at myself in the mirror, I ask myself why I’m in this situation.
Well, I know why. I wanted to be there for Jax during this difficult time. And I wanted to show my respect to King, as well.
After I add moisturizer to my face and neck, and cover my hair with the bonnet, I quietly close the bathroom door. I don’t want to wake Jax up if he managed to fall asleep already, but I doubt it.
Lying down, I tug the covers closer to my chest before closing my eyes. The air around us feels still, and everything is muted. I'm not too fond of this silence between us. After leaving the bar, we haven’t spoken, and I am starting to think I like chatty Jax over quiet Jax anytime.
But what can you say after someone just shared their tragic life story? I feel like saying sorry isn’t nearly enough. It would be like pouring salt into those wounds without offering any relief.
Sleep eludes me for an hour, so I change sides, and nothing happens. I adjust my pillow, and I can still hear the wheels in my brain turning. I figure counting sheep could help with my restlessness.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… Now my head is filled with cute animals. Not helping.
I can hear Jax’s heavy breathing and the rustling of sheets as he moves. His voice breaks the silence in the room. “I know tonight was a lot, but can you do something for me?”
“Anything,” I answer without hesitation.
“Let me touch you…I need to feel you on my skin.” I'm shocked into silence by his words, and Jax must take that as confusion as he continues. “Even just for tonight, let me worship you. I want to hold you and make us both feel good.”
I should say no, as it has been such an emotional day for him.
But I turn around and press my lips against his in a sloppy kiss.
I want this as much as he does. We need each other.
Jax lets out a growl and kisses me with more passion.
He swiftly moves his hands inside my pajamas, touching me, feeling me, almost like he’s trying to make us forget everything happening in our lives.
He pushes off my pajama shorts while I remove my bonnet and pull my top over my head.
I’m naked in less than ten seconds. Jax slides himself down on me—kissing my sides and stomach as he moves lower.
I feel his pierced tongue as he tastes every inch he can reach.
When his breath touches my clit, I let out a moan.
Fuck, I’m more than ready for this. I'm aching for him. One lick after another, Jax teases me, and I love every second. In such a short time, he’s already figured out how to drive me wild.
“Stop teasing and just show me what I already know you can do,” I moan frustratedly.
Jax chuckles against my skin before he sucks, licks, and swirls his tongue around my clit and pushes a finger inside me.
Pumping it in and out, he adds a second finger when I gasp his name, my walls clenching.
He hooks his fingers, and I feel him repeatedly hitting the spot inside me.
He licks my clit more and moves to suck on my inner thighs while his fingers are getting me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Soph, so fucking tight.” His fingers slide deeper and faster into me, pushing me to the brink.
“Faster, Jax, please,” I barely get the words out as I feel my walls tightening while his fingers keep moving.
The orgasm hits me like a freaking freight train.
And I’m certain I black out for a moment.
I don’t remember the last time that I came that hard.
Still, the only thing I want is to feel his dick inside me to come again.
“Fuck, it actually worked.” Jax’s words are slightly muffled, and I look down to see what he’s talking about. And I see a wet spot on the sheets between my spread legs.
“Did I just—” My eyes widening at sight.
Jax chuckles, looking proud and shocked at the same time. “I think you did. I could feel your G-spot and gave it a try. I guess I’m magic, after all.”
“Stop it. You know it was all me and not your skills,” I tease.
“Potayto, potahto.”
I roll my eyes playfully, and he smiles, moving us away from the wet patch before kissing me again while getting on top of me. I love how I feel his kisses from my head to my toes.
“Did you bring condoms?”
He stares at me with sad eyes. “I didn’t think I’d need condoms on this trip.”
“Well, we have to get creative because I’m not on the pill. Hormones fuck up my body so badly.”
Jax looks pensive. “Okay, so I got a vasectomy done over two years ago.”
“You’re telling me I can’t get pregnant if we have unprotected sex?”
“Yeah. I also get checked every six months for STIs and to ensure that my body hasn’t reversed the procedure.”
“When did you last get tested?”
He hesitates to tell me his answer. “It was after my ex, but I have only been with you since.”
“Wait, what?”
He starts rubbing his hand over his face, but licks his fingers instead. “Yeah, that’s right. You’ve been the only one this fall. So do I get to sink deep into that pussy I just tasted on my fingers?”
“Oh my god, Jax, that was such an awful line. But yeah, I trust you to keep my next screening clean too.”
“Same here.”
“Thanks for trusting me, Jax. Both with your thoughts and body.”
“You make it easy. Until now I wanted to be safe and protected, because pregnancy isn't the only thing I'm scared of. But like you trust me, I trust you. Don’t fuck me over, Soph.”
“I’ll try my best not to, Jax,” I tell him, and he pushes into me, filling me up.