Chapter 13 #2
Jax shrugged. “Nothing. We either keep making out or go to bed. I had to put a time on it or else you would have stopped making out with me once you couldn’t take it anymore.
You’d probably stop, run to the bathroom, and throw some cold water on your face to cool yourself down.
I know how your mind works. You’ll do anything to win. ”
She wasn’t wrong about that. “So, what are we betting?”
Jax tapped on her chin. “Loser is in charge of your grandma’s showers for a week.”
Okay, this was serious. Supervising my grandma’s showers was my least favorite task. There was no way I was going to beg Jax to make me come. I wasn’t sure why she was doubting me. I had gone years without sex. I could easily make it through one night.
I stuck out my hand. “Deal.”
Jax took my hand, but she didn’t immediately shake it. “You can’t touch me. I can’t touch you. If either of us does that, we lose. If you give up and tell me to fuck you, you also lose.”
“And if I last the whole hour without begging you to take me, you lose.”
“Exactly.” Now Jax shook my hand.
As soon as we started to make out, I realized I had no idea what to do with my hands. I kept them behind my back to keep myself from being tempted to touch Jax, but it was much more awkward than I expected it to be.
Unfortunately, the awkwardness didn’t keep me from being turned on, and within a few minutes, my body was begging for more. Jax had set a timer for thirty minutes to let us know when we had reached the halfway point, but when it finally went off, I felt like we had been at it for hours.
I groaned and Jax laughed, and it made me wonder how she wasn’t dying in the same way I was. My hands were itching to touch her, and my body was begging to be touched. Making out with Jax was amazing, but it clearly wasn’t enough.
The pressure on my clit built up until I felt it throughout my whole body. I was vibrating with want and didn’t know how I would possibly get to sleep tonight if my body didn’t get what it needed.
That’s when I remembered the rules of our bet. I couldn’t touch Jax and she couldn’t touch me. Jax had made a colossal mistake. She hadn’t made any rule about touching myself. She never said I couldn’t come. She just said she couldn’t make me come.
I smiled through our kisses. Not only was I going to get out of taking care of my grandma, but I was also about to have an amazing orgasm. It was just going to come from my own hand.
When I used one hand to yank up my dress, Jax pulled away from me. “What are you doing?”
I put both hands in the air. “I’m not breaking any rules. I promise. You might want to keep kissing me though.”
Instead of questioning me further, Jax jumped back into the kiss with even more urgency than before. I brought my hand to the top of my underwear and slid it inside, moaning into Jax’s mouth when I felt how wet I was already.
Jax pulled away from me once again. “Whoa. What’s happening?” Her eyes immediately moved down to where my hand was in my underwear. She pointed an accusatory finger at it. “You’re cheating! That’s it! You lose.”
I shook my head. “Technically, I haven’t broken the rules of the bet. You said that I couldn’t touch you and you couldn’t fuck me. Neither of those things are happening right now.”
Jax burst out in laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” She shook her head as she laughed. “I want to be mad right now, but this is way too hot for me to care.”
“You might care when you’re soaping up my grandma.”
Jax cringed. “Please don’t ruin the moment.”
“You’re right.” I pulled her closer to me and brought our lips back together.
As soon as our tongues touched again, I pushed my hand back into my underwear.
I moved my fingers through my wet center, and as soon as I hit my hard clit, I focused all of my attention on making it even harder.
I massaged and flicked it until the bud was so hard, the slightest touch of my fingers had me moaning uncontrollably.
Thank god my moms were heavy sleepers and their room wasn’t close to mine.
I brought two fingers to my opening and after soaking them with my own wetness, I shoved them deep inside of myself. I continued to make out with Jax as I moved them in and out, positioning my hand in such a way that I hit my clit every time I moved my fingers.
Jax pulled away from our kiss, and I knew it was because she wanted to watch me make myself come.
I spread my legs out to give her the perfect view of what I was doing, and much to my surprise, she mirrored my position.
She pulled down her pants and began to touch herself as well.
I fucked myself with my fingers as I watched her do the same.
As I came closer to the edge, I almost instinctively shut my eyes, but I forced them open so I could continue to watch Jax.
I focused on her fingers that were glistening from her wetness and moved my own fingers harder and faster.
I massaged my clit with my thumb as I pushed my fingers deep inside myself one more time before toppling over the edge.
As soon as both Jax and I recovered, the timer went off, marking that the hour was over, which caused us both to laugh.
“That did not go as I expected it to,” Jax said between laughter.
“No?” I laughed even louder. “It went exactly as I expected.”
Jax tried to glare at me, but her smile snuck out. “I hate you.”
“Except you don’t.” I ran a finger up Jax’s arm. “Not one bit.”
Jax sighed. “You’re right. I’m kind of obsessed with you.” Jax rolled onto her side, and her face became more serious. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” Her serious tone made me nervous. “What’s up?”
“You know how we were trying to decide between bringing your grandma up here for Christmas and asking your family if they would be okay coming to us?”
I nodded. Even though it seemed obnoxious to ask my brother and sister’s families and moms to travel to us when we could just go up there, it wasn’t easy to do anything with my grandma.
“I definitely think we should have them come to us. Ethan is hosting an event the Saturday before Christmas to raise money for LGBTQ youth in Maryland who have been disowned by their families. With Christmas not being until Friday, I’m not sure if your family would be able to come that early, but it would be cool to have anyone there who could be.
I was hoping to invite my parents as well.
” Jax held both hands in the air. “That is, if it’s okay with you.
We totally don’t have to. It was just an idea. ”
“I think it’s a great idea.” A great idea that makes me anxious, but what else is new?
“Are you sure?” Jax’s eyes didn’t move from mine as she stared at me. “I know it’s a lot of pressure, not only to just host everyone, but to possibly host them for a whole week.”
It did sound like a lot of pressure, but being surrounded by all of our favorite people also sounded amazing. “I’m positive. But, why haven’t I heard about Ethan’s fundraiser before this?” It wasn’t like Jax to not immediately share something like that with me.
“I didn’t want to stress you out by bringing it up.
I worried you would get anxious about it taking up more of my time, but I promise I’m not going to work more than I am right now.
I’m definitely going to help Ethan out, but it’s mostly on him.
I think he’s kind of seeing this as his last big shebang before he sells the cafe to me or someone else. ”
My stomach rolled at the thought of our impending decision.
I knew Jax loved working at the cafe, but I wasn’t completely sold on staying in Maryland.
Every day I teetered between forgetting my feelings and telling Jax she should buy the cafe and wishing we could move back to New York.
It felt selfish to tell Jax I wanted to move back to New York when I knew how happy this job made her.
Plus, Maryland was definitely growing on me. The small town fall had been beautiful and my Uncle Jamie promised that Christmas in Maryland was even better. I was keeping an open mind, but so far, I was having a hard time with the thought of letting go of New York.
I took Jax’s hands in mine. “I want you to tell me anything and everything. We’re on the same team.”
“I know we are. I’m just worried we’re not using the same playbook.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at her metaphor. “Did you just use a sports metaphor on me? Have you forgotten that I don’t have an athletic bone in my body?”
“Fine.” Jax withdrew her hand from mine and tapped the top of my head.
“You do have a pretty big brain though, so I think you can figure it out. I know you’re not happy in Maryland, and I absolutely hate that.
If you say the word, I’ll pack up my bags and never look back—aside from visits, of course. ”
I knew Jax meant that, which made me feel even worse. “I could never ask you to do that. Not if Maryland is where your passion is. I can make any place my home as long as I’m with you.”
“I don’t want you to have to make a place your home. I want it to feel that way.”
It was strange, because Maryland honestly felt more like home when I didn’t live there.
It used to be the place I was the most at peace.
I didn’t understand what had changed. Maybe it was me.
Maybe I was looking for things that weren’t there rather than appreciating everything that was right in front of me.
“Let’s just give it some time, okay?” I lifted both eyebrows at her. “In the meantime, we have a huge family Christmas to prepare for.”
My mind briefly flitted past the idea that having both of our families together would be the perfect set up for Jax to propose, but I quickly let that idea float away.
It clearly hadn’t been the plan for this weekend, but in the end, that didn’t matter.
Ring or no ring, absolutely every moment I had with Jax was completely perfect.