7. JAX
CHAPTER 7
JAX
I kick the door shut behind us and don’t bother turning on the lights. I don’t need to see where I’m going—my body knows exactly what it wants, where it’s headed. I know my sister’s place like the back of my hand. I wonder what Heather might think of me being with her best friend like this. But this isn’t the time to think about my sister.
I carry Olivia straight to the bedroom, and she’s clinging to me like she never wants to let go. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I can feel the frantic beat of her heart against my chest.
I lower her down onto the bed, leaning over her, not wanting to break contact for a second. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed with heat. She’s panting, looking up at me with this mix of surprise and need, like she can’t believe this is happening. Hell, I can’t believe it either. But there’s no mistaking the way she’s pulling me down to her, like she’s as desperate as I am.
I press a knee between her legs, spreading them apart, and climb on top of her, caging her in. I kiss her hard, pushing my hips into hers, and she moans into my mouth, a sound that goes straight to my cock. It’s almost painful how hard I am right now, but I’m not rushing this. I want to savor every single second.
My hands roam down her sides, feeling the curves of her body through her shirt. I find the hem and start to lift it up, hesitating just for a moment to meet her eyes. She suddenly looks shy, her gaze flicking away, and she starts to pull the fabric back down.
“Hey,” I murmur, grabbing her hand and pressing it down against the bed. I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t do that.”
She bites her lip, turning her face away from me. “It’s just… I’m not…”
“You’re beautiful,” I say, cutting her off. I slip my fingers under her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you in Ethan’s apartment.”
She blinks up at me, surprised, and I take the opportunity to pull her shirt off completely. The fabric slides over her head, and I get my first full look at her.
Fuck.
Her skin is alabaster, creamy and smooth, dusted with a scattering of freckles across her chest and shoulders. I run my fingers over them, tracing the tiny marks, and she shivers beneath me. Her breasts are full and heavy, spilling out of her bra, and I can see her nipples pebbled against the lace.
I move lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my lips. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, glancing up at her. “Can I take these off?”
She nods, biting her lip, and lifts her hips to help me. I slide her jeans down her legs, tossing them aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. My breath hitches. She’s incredible, every inch of her soft and curvy, like she was made to be touched.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands up her thighs. “You’re perfect, Liv.”
I don’t wait for her to argue this time. I press a kiss to her hip, then to the edge of her panties, watching the way her body trembles beneath me. I pull the lace down slowly, savoring the way it reveals more of her, inch by inch.
When she’s finally bare, I sit back for a moment, just taking her in. Her alabaster skin glows in the dim light, her legs spread for me, her pussy glistening and wet. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I have to clench my fists to keep myself from just taking her right now.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I tell her, my voice rough, raw with need. I lean down, kissing her inner thigh, working my way closer to where she’s wet and wanting.
“Jax,” she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed, begging for more.
I smile against her skin, giving her one last teasing kiss before I finally give her what she wants. I bury my face between her legs, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit, tasting her for the first time.
She moans, loud and unrestrained, her fingers digging into the sheets. I grip her thighs, holding her open as I lap at her, swirling my tongue around her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
“Fuck, Jax,” she gasps, her head falling back against the pillow. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
I hum in response, the vibration making her cry out. I keep going, building her up, listening to the way her breathing changes, the way she’s panting, her moans coming faster, louder. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing beneath me.
“Jax, I’m gonna—” she starts, but her words cut off with a scream as she comes apart, her thighs shaking around my head.
I keep going, drawing out her orgasm until she’s a trembling, panting mess. Only then do I pull back, kissing my way up her body until I’m hovering over her, looking down at her flushed, beautiful face.
“You good?” I ask, my voice husky, and she nods, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.
“Better than good,” she breathes out.
I grin, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”
And with that, I press my lips to hers, tasting her, feeling the way she melts into me. I pick her up again, and this time, I don’t hesitate as I carry her to the center of the bed, laying her down gently.
We’re just getting started.
I hover over Olivia, bracing myself on my elbows so I can keep watching her. God, she’s gorgeous. Her dark blonde hair fans out on the pillow, and her green eyes are half-lidded, glassy from the high I just gave her. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and she’s still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling in rapid little movements.
I press a kiss to her collarbone, trailing my lips down to her breast, feeling the smooth softness of her skin against my tongue. She lets out a small whimper, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. Her fingers tighten as I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hardened peak.
“Jax,” she moans, her voice breathy, filled with so much need it makes me shiver. I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask, my voice lower, rougher than I intended. I want her so badly, I can barely breathe. But I need to be sure.
Her answer is immediate. “Yes,” she whispers, arching up into me. “God, yes.”
I grin and press my hips against hers, letting her feel just how hard I am for her. “Good,” I murmur, because there’s no going back now.
I reach down, fumbling with the button of my jeans. She watches me with hooded eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. When I finally kick off my jeans and boxers, her eyes go wide, and she lets out a soft gasp.
“Wow,” she says, almost to herself, and it sends a thrill through me. I’m a confident guy, but something about the way she’s looking at me—like she can’t believe this is really happening—makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.
I settle between her legs, hooking one of her thighs over my hip as I lean down to kiss her again. She’s warm and pliant beneath me, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. I can feel how wet she is against my cock, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to just push inside her right now.
Instead, I kiss her slowly, deeply, savoring the taste of her. I reach between us, running my fingers down her slit, teasing her clit until she’s moaning into my mouth, her hips bucking up for more.
“Jax, please,” she whispers against my lips, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
I line myself up, meeting her gaze one last time. There’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, like she’s nervous, but then she nods, her grip tightening on my shoulders.
I push into her slowly, feeling the slick, tight heat of her around me. She gasps, her head falling back, and I groan, burying my face in her neck. She feels like heaven, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“Fuck, Liv,” I breathe out, trying to keep myself in check, but it’s hard. She’s clenching around me, squeezing me so tight I can barely move.
“You okay?” I manage to ask, lifting my head to look at her.
She nods, her eyes fluttering open. “Yeah,” she whispers, but there’s something shy in her expression. Her hands come up to cover her breasts, like she’s trying to hide herself from me.
I reach up, grabbing her wrists gently, pinning them to the bed above her head. “Don’t do that,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful, Liv.”
Her eyes go wide, and for a second, I think she might cry. But then she pulls me down, kissing me with a fervor that takes my breath away.
I start to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, and I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the way she’s clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips, rocking into her with slow, deep thrusts. “Take me, Liv. You feel so fucking good.”
She moans, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat. I lean down, kissing my way up her neck, nipping at her pulse point. Her breath hitches, her body arching up into mine, and I can tell she’s close. I can feel the way she’s tightening around me, the little gasps and whimpers that escape her lips.
“Jax, I’m gonna—” she starts, but I cut her off with a hard kiss, swallowing her cry as she comes undone beneath me. Her whole body tenses, her thighs clamping around my hips, and I lose it.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and I come hard, groaning her name against her lips. I can feel her clenching around me, milking every last drop from me, and it’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. I’m still inside her, still feeling the little aftershocks of her orgasm, and I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end.
I roll Olivia onto her back, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at her. She’s still flushed from our first round, her skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. I trace a line down her neck with my fingers, watching her shivering beneath my touch.
“You okay?” I ask, running my thumb along her jaw. She’s so beautiful like this—hair a wild mess, lips swollen and parted, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she takes.
She gives me a small, breathless laugh. “More than okay,” she says, her voice husky. “But I thought you were worn out.”
I grin down at her, letting my hand wander lower, brushing over her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch. “Worn out? You’re the one who should be tired,” I tease, leaning down to kiss her neck. “But something tells me you’re not.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she bites her lip, arching up into me. “Jax,” she whispers, a plea that goes straight to my cock. I’m already half-hard again just from looking at her, and the sound of her saying my name like that has me ready for more.
“Round two?” I murmur against her skin, slipping my hand between her thighs. She’s still soaked from before, and I groan, feeling how ready she is for me.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. “God, yes.”
I shift, settling between her legs again, guiding myself to her entrance. I pause for a second, looking down at her, making sure she’s still with me. Her green eyes lock onto mine, filled with so much heat and need that it almost makes me lose control.
I push inside her slowly, feeling every inch of her as she stretches around me. She’s tight and slick, clenching down on me as I fill her, and I have to grit my teeth to hold back.
She lets out a shaky breath, her nails raking down my back. “Jax,” she breathes out, her voice almost a whimper.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as I start to move. I keep it slow at first, savoring the feel of her, the way her body welcomes me back in. But she’s greedy, her hips meeting mine with every thrust, and soon, I can’t hold back anymore.
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper. Her head falls back against the pillow, a low moan escaping her lips. I can feel her nails digging into my skin, her thighs clamping around my hips, and I know she’s close again.
“You feel so good,” I groan, dropping my head to kiss her neck, sucking a mark there that I know will bruise. “So fucking good, Liv.”
Her breath hitches, her back arching off the bed. “Don’t stop,” she gasps out, her voice breaking on the words. “Please, Jax, don’t stop.”
I grip her hips, slamming into her with everything I’ve got. She’s writhing beneath me, her body tightening, and then she shatters, crying out my name as she comes. I keep going, driving her through it, feeling her pulse and clench around me until it drags me over the edge with her.
I bury myself deep inside her, coming hard, groaning her name against her lips. My vision goes white for a second, the pleasure so intense it’s almost blinding.
When I finally come back to myself, we’re both breathless, clinging to each other like we’re afraid to let go. I roll us onto our sides, keeping her close, our bodies still tangled together.
She’s quiet for a moment, her head resting against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. “That was…” she trails off, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh.
“Yeah,” I agree, running my fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It was.”
I wake up to the smell of coffee, a scent that pulls me out of the haze of sleep. For a second, I’m disoriented, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to remember where I am. Then it hits me—Olivia. Last night. The way she felt beneath me, the sounds she made, the way she looked at me like I was the only man in the world.
I grin to myself, running a hand through my hair as I roll out of bed. But when I glance over, the bed is empty, the sheets cool. My grin fades a bit.
I pull on my boxers and make my way down the hallway, feeling oddly nervous. I don’t usually get this way after hooking up, but there’s something different about Olivia. I tug on my jeans and head toward the kitchen, anticipation thrumming through me.
There she is, standing by the counter in one of those oversized T-shirts, her hair a tousled mess, looking like every morning fantasy I’ve ever had. She’s holding a mug of coffee in one hand, staring out the window, lost in thought.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, sliding up behind her and reaching out to wrap my arm around her waist. She stiffens just a little, just enough to make me hesitate.
She turns, handing me a mug of coffee and stepping back, dodging my attempt to kiss her. I pull back, taking the hint, and try to read her expression, but she’s got this guarded look that makes it hard to figure out what’s going on.
“So… last night was fun,” she says, her voice light but not quite casual. There’s a hint of something else there, something that doesn’t match her words.
I raise an eyebrow, taking a sip of the coffee she made for me. “Yeah, it was,” I say, watching her carefully. “But?”
She swallows, looking down at her own mug. “But… I didn’t really come back to town to get… involved, you know?” She glances up, meeting my eyes, and there’s a flash of uncertainty, like she’s waiting to see how I’ll react.
“Uh-huh.” I nod slowly, keeping my tone easy. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, looking everywhere but at me. “Nothing’s wrong but…”
There it is. The “but.” I feel a little jolt of something sharp in my chest. “But?” I echo, crossing my arms. “Are you saying you regret it?”
Her eyes snap up to mine, wide with surprise. “No!” she says too quickly. “No, I don’t regret it. It’s just… I didn’t come back to town to get involved with anyone. And I’m leaving soon, so…”
I take a slow step toward her, narrowing the gap she’s trying so hard to create. “You’re leaving?” I say, arching an eyebrow. “When?”
She hesitates, pressing her lips together. “Soon,” she mumbles, looking away. She’s not meeting my eyes, and it hits me—she’s not being completely honest.
“Bullshit,” I say quietly, reaching out and gently tilting her chin up so she has to look at me. “Because last night didn’t feel like a one-time thing. At least not to me.”
She shifts uncomfortably, casting her eyes down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “Look, it’s just… I came back to clear my head, get my life together. Not to complicate things with… with Heather’s brother.” She says it like it’s the final nail in the coffin, the trump card to end the conversation.
I let that sit between us for a second, the sound of the coffee maker humming in the background. “So you’re saying you won’t let yourself like me because I’m your best friend’s brother?”
“It’s not that simple, Jax,” she says, looking up at me, finally meeting my eyes. There’s something vulnerable there, something real. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. And getting involved with you—however fun that might be—probably isn’t the answer.”
“Probably?” I echo, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms. I can feel myself trying to keep it light, but there’s an edge in my tone that I can’t quite hide. “Sounds like you’re not entirely sure.”
She pauses, a quick flash of something in her expression that almost makes me think she’s on the fence. But then she nods, more to herself than to me, like she’s convincing herself to stick to her decision. “This was great, Jax. You’re… you’re great. But I think it’s better if we leave it here.”
“Agree to disagree.”
She looks like she might say something for a second, but then she shuts down, the shutters slamming down behind her eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so bothered. It was just sex, Jax.”
The words slice through me, sharper than they should be. I force a smile, even though it feels like it’s cracking at the edges. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself,” I say, stepping back, giving her the space she’s asking for. “Fine. Just sex.”
My jaw tightens, and I set the coffee cup down with a little more force than necessary.
“Maybe I should take a step back from the Love Lab thing,” she says, eyes darting anywhere but at me. “It’ll just make things awkward between us.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I keep my face blank and stare at the floor, letting the silence stretch. “I’ll show myself out,” I say, not waiting for her response as I stalk to the door. I hear her make a sound but she doesn’t stop me.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, I grab my phone, needing a distraction, a reason not to punch a wall. Just then, it lights up with a call. Ethan. Perfect. Just what I need right now.
“Jax, you won’t believe this.”
“What?” I snap, not in the mood for anything right now.
“We’re viral,” Ethan breathes, his voice almost disbelieving. “Love Lab is blowing up, man.”
“What?” I ask Ethan again, this time softer, the anger momentarily replaced by a surge of adrenaline.
“We’re viral right now,” he repeats, excitement bubbling up in his voice.
And just like that, everything changes.