34. Chapter 31
Jax
When Sloan and I talked about staying here as much as possible until Ozzie left, it sounded like a great idea, but now I’m rethinking it.
Sloan laying in my bed is by far the best sight in the entire world.
She’s still asleep, and I’ve been lying awake for the past hour taking her in…
and listening to Ozzie and Mare on the other side of the wall.
She’s back helping him finish packing. Her flight landed late last night, and the second they got home from the airport, they started celebrating their upcoming life together. Loudly. Several times.
I don’t know how in the hell Sloan has been able to sleep through it.
They’re loud as fuck.
Instead of focusing on their early morning activities, I put my headphones in and decided to listen to Sloan’s last podcast. I have to say, I definitely prefer the live stream of her show vs. the actual podcast.
Podcasts have never been my thing. I tend to tune out after a while—no matter how much I enjoy her voice, it just gets a little jumbled in my brain.
So here I am listening to her voice while she lays asleep cuddled into my side. Occasionally I rub her head and play with a strand of her hair, but it makes her stir, and I don’t want to wake her so I stop.
I can tell when she’s moving into the dream state of her sleep, because her eyelashes dance back and forth, and her mouth turns up into a slight smile.
It makes the little freckle above her lip more pronounced, and I love it.
She’s beautiful all done up, but damn, she’s breathtaking without makeup, and her hair a mess. It’s my favorite version of her.
I lay my hand on her head along with a soft kiss to the top of her head, and she stretches out and then smiles up at me.
I pop out my earbuds. “Sorry, babe, I was trying to let you sleep.”
She smiles, “It’s ok, I got the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten in a while.”
“Yeah I know, you slept right through the sexcapades on the other side of the wall.” I chuckle.
“Is that why you have headphones on?” She turns to face me.
“I was listening to your last show,” I admit. “I wanted to hear your voice, but didn’t want to wake you.”
This makes her smile brighter.
“I know you don’t like to hear this, but you are fucking beautiful, Sloan. I loved watching you all cozy in my bed.”
“It’s not that I don’t like to hear it,” she blushes. “It’s just…” she clears her throat. “Tanner diminished me to nothing more than a pretty face. He made me feel like that was all I had to offer the world.”
This kills me, “You are so much more than a pretty face. You’re everything, baby.”
Normally she lets me go on about how smart and determined she is, but this morning, she leans into the compliment she usually rejects.
“So what is it that has you so excited right now?” she asks, cupping my balls.
I hiss at the contact.
“Everything about you, but it’s really hard not to get excited when you roll over and have a nipple peeking out the side of your tank top,” I say as I lean down and pop it into my mouth.
I roll it between my teeth with just enough pressure to make her back arch.
Then she moves from massaging my balls through my boxers to sliding her hand beneath the waistband.
I love how comfortable she’s become with sex.
She was timid at first, but I’ve learned it was more out of inexperience than embarrassment.
She’s actually very confident, and should be.
When her hand wraps around my dick, I can’t help but buck into her touch.
I know it will take me no time to finish, it never does, but she can be a little harder to get across the finish line.
I’m still learning her body, and it’s my favorite thing to study.
I roll her from her side flat onto her back, and kiss my way from her jaw to her breasts.
Then move to her stomach, and she stops me.
“I haven’t showered.” Her face is flush.
“I know.” I say it to try and ease the anxiety or embarrassment I see floating around her, because I couldn’t care less.
I continue to kiss her skin, and work my hands between her legs. I circle her clit, and she moans, but her legs are stiff.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, softly.
“I’ve never had morning sex,” she admits.
“Ohhh. Babe, you’re about to love morning sex. It’s raw and hot, and honestly, my favorite.”
“It feels dirty,” she says with a little giggle breaking free at the end of her sentence.
“It is,” I say, kissing her.
“Well, I think…” I admit with a sly smile.
She sits up on her elbows. “Jax Calder, you just said it’s your favorite.”
“I know it will be,” I say with a chuckle.
“Are you honestly telling me, you just made all that shit up, and you’ve never had morning sex?”
“Sloan, who the hell would I have morning sex with?” I laugh. “I’ve never spent the night with anyone. But everyone swears by it, and looking at you right now, I know I’m going to love it.”
She laughs and covers her face.
“What’s so funny?” I ask pulling her hands from her face.
“You’re supposed to be the experienced one, and now we’re going to, what? Try and navigate this together?” She starts laughing again. “What if it’s terrible?”
“Sloan, look at me,” I say, “One—morning sex is just normal sex, but in the morning. Two—I thought you’d be excited that we can both be each other’s firsts, because I’m happy as fuck over here that I get to give you another first.”
This makes her smile, and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, obviously clearing her head, and when she opens them, all insecurity is gone. Replaced by pure desire.
“Fuck me,” she says, and my mouth falls open. “Hard. From behind.”
I don’t hesitate. I flip her over onto all fours, sliding my boxers down and pushing her sleep shorts to the side as I slide into her doing exactly what she asks.
I hold on for dear life as I bury myself inside her over and over again.
With each thrust she screams my name, and I know Oz and Mare can hear us from the muffled giggles on the other side of the wall.
I don’t give a fuck. I pound in and out of her until both of us fall into a pile of limbs on the bed.
“I’m really fucking glad I won’t be living here now that you two are fucking like rabbits,” Ozzie says when I walk into the kitchen to make coffee.
“Ha,” I scoff. “I’ve been up for hours because you and Mare can’t seem to keep it down.”
“For real?” Mare asks as she walks out in Ozzie’s t-shirt.
“For real what?” Ozzie asks all annoyed.
“I don’t want to listen to you two talk shit about who has louder sex while I drink my coffee. We all fuck. Get over it and caffeinate me,” she says, getting a mug from the cabinet.
“Ohhh. I need coffee too!” Sloan says, walking out of the bathroom.
She looks even better in the bright lights of the kitchen than she did in my room a few minutes ago.
I love her without makeup. The light freckles on her face show, and there is just something so fucking sexy about her being cloaked in sleep with her hair in a messy bun.
Her sleep shorts, oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks are cute as hell.
“How much packing do you have?” she asks Ozzie.
“I’m only taking the shit in my room, so it should only take a few hours.”
“It’s going to take you a few hours to pack your clothes and bathroom shit?” I ask skeptically. “You’re leaving your furniture here. You’re basically packing like you do for vacation.”
“We’ll probably get distracted,” he says, wiggling his brows and Mare slaps him on the chest.
“Stop,” she says half joking, and I’ve never actually seen him pucker before.
I laugh and walk past them to pour my own cup of coffee.
“What time is the party at Ruby’s this weekend?
” Sloan asks, and it causes a visceral reaction inside me.
Ozzie and I have been roommates since we joined the Moonshots.
We met at spring training and became best friends.
It wasn’t like friendships you see in the movies.
Ozzie is quiet and reserved, but he’s loyal.
It only took one week for us to start hanging out after practice, play video games at night at one of our Airbnb’s and grab dinner after practice. We fell into a groove that was easy.
“What are your thoughts on places to live out here?” he asked me one day while we were throwing the football after our training session in the gym. He’s always taken my arm care just as seriously as I do.
“I don’t know. I’m looking at those apartments right at the edge of the grounds. I like that it’s close enough to walk. They’re just really fucking expensive. I don’t know if I want to pay that much. You know? What about you?”
“I put a deposit down on an apartment in Slater,” he said, throwing the ball back to me. “You need to add more spin to that throw or you’re gonna wear out your elbow,” he suggested.
I did what he said and threw it back, with a little more power. “Isn’t Slater a 30 minute drive?”
“Yeah, but I like the idea of being out of the town, away from tourists after games.”
“That sounds fucking terrible on the days we have to be here at 6:00 am.”
“Stop throwing like that,” he scolded. “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna fuck up your arm.”
“If you can get your deposit back we can look into a two bedroom,” I add, taking the ball from him, and walking towards the weight room.
“Yeah, I’ll call them tomorrow.”
Everything between us has been easy. Being friends with Ozzie is effortless. I’m going to miss the hell out of him.
“You’re going to leave me with Rikki…” I say, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Sucks to be you,” he says. Pulling Mare down the hallway towards his room. “I heard a rumor. Mila’s trying out for the Flamingos.”
Fuck.
“Does Rikki know that?” I yell after him.
He shrugs just before he closes his door with a fat smile on his face.
“Who’s Mila?” Sloan asks, reaching around to grab a danish off the counter.
A ghost from Rikki’s past.
And him spirling over her is my fucking nightmare next season.