Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
JAX
Her laugh, bright and untainted, rings through the air, bouncing off the metal and wood of this dilapidated hunting tower. It’s a sound I haven’t heard enough of, a sound I crave. Callie flows through my veins like heroin, and I’m already desperate for another hit, to drown in her presence.
She’s beautiful, but up here, with the setting sun playing on the strands of her hair, turning them into shimmering threads of gold?
Fuck, she’s a goddess. Always has been, always will be.
Even when we’re old and wrinkly, I know she’ll still burn like the sun, and I already want to find the creator and demand fifty more years with her because the rest of our lives won’t be enough.
I want her for eternity. My entire body aches with longing even though she’s right here.
She finishes her masterpiece—a giant, veiny cock and balls sprayed across the wooden planks—and steps back, a mischievous glint in her hazel-green eyes.
As soon as I knew what she was painting, I burst out laughing, but then I watched her work.
The concentration on her face. The way a soft line appeared between her eyebrows. It’s only spray paint, but Callie treated it with the same care she does when she paints on a canvas.
Jealousy rolls over me. What I wouldn’t fucking give to have that sort of response from her.
That thought drives me forward. I take the can from her hand, my fingers brushing against hers, a spark igniting between us.
She turns and looks at me in question. With a flick of my wrist, I send the can sailing over the edge, the clatter echoing as it hits the ground below.
“Jax,” she says with a gasp, playfully pushing my chest. “You’re so bad.”
I hold her wrist in place, devouring every inch of her perfect face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
The sun is setting, but I still catch the warmth coloring her cheeks pink. “Jax,” she murmurs.
“It’s true,” I lace a hand around her throat, pulling her close.
“You think I’m bad?” I whisper, mouth brushing against hers.
“You have no idea how bad I’m about to be.
” My lips capture hers, hard and demanding.
Her playful reprimand melts away as she softens against me.
That gentle relenting fills my chest with pride.
Her lips are soft and plush and she tastes like heaven. I groan, grasping her ass and tugging her against my body, letting her feel how much I want her. How much I need her.
She gasps but I steal the sound for myself, kissing her until my lungs burn and I’m forced to break away. She bites her bottom lip as she stares up at me. The lust and pure fucking fire make my cock throb.
My eyebrow rises in challenge.
Her eyes shimmer with delight and her hand falls to my belt.
“Callie Mae, what are you doing?” I whisper even though I want this.
“Finishing what you started,” she murmurs, unbuckling my pants and flicking the button open.
“Mmm, and you said I’m bad,” I tease as she slides my zipper down.
“You are,” she says, staring up at me as she slips her hands into my boxers and wraps those delicate fingers around my length.
I hum. Fuck, even that feels good.
“You’re nuts, Jax,” she whispers. “But,” she continues as I look at her. “Maybe I am too.” She rises onto her toes and kisses me, pumping her hand up my shaft.
I groan into her mouth, and she smirks against my lips.
“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she whispers.
“No, baby.” I pull back and hold her gaze. “You’re going to fuck me.”
Her throat bobs, and I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up.
She lifts her arms and I tug it off, tossing it on the ground.
The cool mountain air raises gooseflesh on her skin, making my dick twitch with anticipation.
She shimmies out of her pants and I kick mine off, reaching up with one hand to tug off my shirt.
Callie throws herself at me, fear of heights forgotten as desire overcomes her.
She climbs up my body with a desperate urgency I match.
Holding the back of her thighs, I help her wrap herself around me.
Her breasts press against my chest. Full, soft pillows with hardened peaks that scrape over my skin.
I lower to my knees, the rough wood of the platform digging into my skin.
I don’t give a shit. The wet paint smears against my ass as I sit, but the only thing that registers is the heat radiating from Callie’s body and how much it hurts not to be inside of her.
“Fuck, Callie, I need you.” I trail my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as she settles into my lap.
My woman is slick and ready. She gasps as my length presses against her slit, and she grinds against me, arching her back and gasping. Fuck me, she’s soaking wet.
I hiss. Even that threatens to make me come, but I won’t until Callie falls apart around me with my name clawing its way out of that pretty throat.
She lifts up, and I position the head of my cock against her center. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, lock with mine as she slowly starts to take me. Her walls are warm and rippled. Like a soft wave welcoming me in.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan as she sinks all the way down my length.
A soft moan escapes her lips as she circles her hips, adjusting to my size. Fuck, it feels good. So fucking good. I flex my fingers on her ass, dragging her wet cunt against my stomach, urging her to move. To grind, to fuck. To take.
She can have it all.
Everything.
“Ride me, Callie,” I growl, my voice thick with lust.
She starts to move, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence.
Her hips roll and grind, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me.
Her pretty lips part, and I surge up, capturing her skin between my teeth and nipping.
She clamps around me, drawing a groan out of me, and she rolls her hips faster. Catching a rhythm that she likes.
I kiss up her throat and take her mouth, tongue sweeping in to steal her soft sigh. She grinds that pretty pussy against me, keeping me buried deep as she finds the friction her clit needs.
Breaking the kiss, I hold her hips as she starts to ride me.
Her head falls back, hair brushing over her shoulder as she sighs.
I watch her, mesmerized, as she takes control, setting the rhythm, driving me wild.
The urge to possess her, to own every inch of her beautiful body, consumes me.
She was always meant to be mine. Ours. Mine and my brothers’, but this is her moment.
Her time to claim what she wants.
And as she tightens around me, movements turning frantic, breath unsteady, my heart races.
“Fuck, Callie,” I groan, my hand sliding between our bodies, finding her clit. I circle and tease the nerves as I help her move with the other hand on her hip, keeping that pace she liked as I coax her body to give me what I want. What she deserves.
Her walls ripple around me.
She struggles away from my touch, but she’s so close. “Don’t fight me, Callie,” I murmur. “You can take it, I know you can.”
“Jax,” she rasps.
My cock threatens to burst. “Let me hear it, Callie,” I say between gritted teeth, fighting for my life to keep from coming before she does.
“Yes,” she moans, slamming her hips forward.
“Fuck you’re so perfect.” I press down harder on her clit right as she takes me deep and cries out. My name echoes through the woods as she falls apart, and there’s no holding back. I come hard and fast, cum coating her walls and a whimper tearing from my mouth.
Lesser men would be embarrassed, but there’s only one woman who can make me whine like this, and she’s staring at me like I hung the moon.
Fucking. Perfect.
In the middle of washing down the engine, Captain calls me over. I hand the hose to one of the guys and head into his office, closing the door behind me. Captain’s features are stern on the best of days, but right now, he looks pissed.
Captain being mad is a little scary if I’m honest. “Everything okay?”
“Sit down, Jax.”
I swallow. Does he know about what I did to Derek?
Or does he know that Callie and I vandalized property a few days ago?
Taking the seat opposite him, I glance at the box on his desk, brow furrowing.
I press my lips together though. There’s no way I’m going to admit to busting that asshole’s kneecaps.
There’s no proof, and I know he’s too scared to tell anyone the truth.
“Do you know how many people I’ve seen come through this station?”
“No, sir.”
Exhaling, he links his hands in front of his stomach. “Too many to count, Jax. Dozens who weren’t cut out for the job. Handfuls of guys whose wives made them quit because it was too dangerous. A shit ton who nearly pissed themselves on their first run, and then there’s people like us.”
“Us?”
He nods. “The ones who aren’t afraid, who can keep a cool head, who will risk their own life to save someone.” He pushes the flat box toward me. “Open it.”
This is not how I expected this conversation to go.
With a steadying breath, I reach for the box, lifting the lid to reveal a framed certificate.
I stare at the cream-colored paper. Jaxon Williams. Hereby certified.
Fire Fighter 1. The words come at me in flashes.
I knew I was almost done, but I didn’t realize Captain officially signed off on the paperwork I had presented. He must have sent it in on my behalf.
“You’re not a rookie anymore,” he says, leaning over to tap the certificate. “Are you ready to grow up and take the job I’m offering you?”
I want to, I really do, but with Callie back and the way things have been going, I’d feel weird accepting it without her approval. “I, uh, need a bit more time.”
He exhales hard. “You’re dragging your feet. Why are you afraid of your destiny?”
“Things have changed. I have a girlfriend now.” It’s not an official title, not nearly enough to explain what she means to me.
The captain gives me an understanding look. We both know that sometimes partners of fire fighters can’t deal with the constant danger we put ourselves in. It would be unfair of me to accept without talking to her.
“Talk it over and then let me know.”
“I will, sir. Thank you.” The lid slides back onto the box with ease, and I tuck it under my arm, heading to put it with my stuff, nerves swimming in my gut.
Callie is snuggled up with Brax and Knox when I get home, and the sight of them together, in our house, fills my chest with warmth. For a long time, this house was miserable. I hated being here. It’s nice to fall in love with home all over again.
“Oh, you’re home!” She extracts herself from their hold, ignoring their protests, and saunters up to me with a grin.
I grab her shirt when she’s within reach and reel her in, capturing her lips. She chuckles against my mouth, but that only gives me leave to deepen the kiss. I only break away when I need air to keep living.
“Well hello to you, too,” she says with a heated smile. Her attention skips to the box on the counter. “What’s that?”
“Open it.”
She gives me a funny look but reaches for it anyway.
The lid slides off and as soon as she sees the certificate, she squeals in delight.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” She tosses the lid on the counter and launches herself at me.
I catch her with a grunt, and she scrambles up my body.
My hands fall to her ass to keep her steady as she cups my face, gazing down at me.
“You did it!”
A smile splits my face. “I did.”
“You’re a fucking fire fighter, Jax!”
“Oh shit,” Brax says from the couch. “Congratulations.”
He and Knox get up to join us, but my focus is set on Callie. No signs of worry.
“Captain offered me a job.”
She squeals again and kisses me hard.
“Congratulations again,” Knox says with a laugh.
When Callie breaks away, I shake my head and tell them I haven’t accepted it yet. Callie’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Well, why not?”
“Because I wanted to ask you how you felt about it.”
“I feel like this is fucking amazing and also none of my business. Your job is your job.”
“True, but Callie, it’s dangerous. I could die—”
Her palm clamps over my mouth. “Did you die that time we jumped off the cliff?”
“No.” My answer is muffled against her skin.
“You understand that if you die, I will resurrect you and kill you all over again?”
My words don’t make any sense with her covering my mouth.
“Oh, sorry.” She moves her hand and gives me a stern look.
“Are you threatening me, Callie Mae?”
“Maybe so.” She tips her head. “Seriously though, Jax. You have my full support. This is amazing, and you have to take it.”
I want to, fuck do I want to, but I don’t think she fully understands the danger. For now, I settle on saying, “I think we should celebrate,” and that distracts everyone from the more serious part of the conversation.
Soon. I’ll decide what to do soon, but tonight, I want to hang out with my brothers and my girl.