Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Sailor
After I confess to putting cameras in Jaxon’s apartment and watching him, he stares at me, his look murderous. For a moment, I’m afraid. But then I remember he would never hurt me, especially not over something like this.
Right?
My worry is quick-lived, when his face splits into a grin and he rolls over on top of me, nuzzling his face in my neck.
“That just made my dick so hard.”
He grinds against me, and I spread my legs wider, making more room for him. His mouth is warm on my neck, kissing up to my ear where he tugs on the lobe with his teeth. I turn my head to find his mouth and kiss him deeply, my hands roaming down his sides, enjoying his muscles.
Jaxon is hot as hell, there’s no doubt about it.
“Let me feel it,” I whisper.
He lets out a growl as he sits up on his knees, grabbing onto my sweats and tearing them off.
He gets his jeans off just as quickly, and then he’s back between my legs, shoving inside me without hesitation.
My head falls back into the pillows, pushing against his chest for him to sit up so I can watch him fuck me.
He obliges, putting space between us while thrusting into me slowly, and I watch his glistening cock slide in and out.
My gaze goes from where we connect, up to his, and I find him watching me with fire in his eyes. My hand goes around his neck, and I pull him down. He fucks me hard until we both spiral into an orgasm, trembling and sweaty.
Then we do something we’ve never done before—we go to the shower together.
“Did you have a camera in my bathroom, little dove?” Jaxon asks as he pulls the curtain back and gestures for me to get inside.
“If I did?” I ask sweetly as I step into the shower.
He comes in after me. “I’d ask if you liked watching me in the shower.”
I stand under the water, tipping my head back to get my hair wet. When I look at him, I smirk. “I couldn’t get it in the shower, but there is one in the bathroom.”
“Shame. I’d put on a show for you in the future.”
“You’re not going to take them down?”
“Why would I do that? If you want to watch me, I’m flattered.”
We shower together, a mix of washing up ourselves and each other. And as I stand there and watch Jaxon rinse the shampoo from his hair, tears fill my eyes are I realize this is the first show I’ve taken in a long time where I felt safe.
When we’re done, we go back to bed and get in, naked and cuddled together.
And then we keep talking, because it’s what we need to do. If we want this to work, we need to communicate. We need to be honest.
I tell him how I found out about him. Everything I’ve been up to all these months without him. He does the same. Explains how he got the apartment above Sam’s. How he started talking to me, and how he swears he was going to come clean about it last night. We share everything without judgment.
“I think if we’re both willing to put all this behind us, and start fresh, we can do it,” I say.
“Is that what you want?” he asks.
“Is that what you want?” I add.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, pulling me tighter.
“I don’t want anything to change. I want us to stay the same. I still want…”
After all this time, it’s still hard to say.
“What?” he urges.
“You know… what we’ve been doing.”
“You mean you still want me to chase you down? Break into your house? Fuck you even when you don’t want me to?”
“I always want you to.”
“Okay, when you pretend you don’t want me to.”
I chuckle, unable to help it.
“Yes. That’s what I want, Jaxon.”
“Good. Because I want the same—and more.”
“More?” I ask.
“I want us to try more. I want to explore everything with you.”
“Like what?” I ask curiously. I’m not sure things can become more than they are now.
“Well, I’d love to see you dressed in sexy lingerie for me, tied to a Saint Andrew’s Cross.”
“What is that?”
He barks out a laugh, then reaches for his phone to find a picture.
“Wow, well…”
“If it’s too much—”
“I was going to say I think it would fit in the spare room.”
Growling, he leans over and takes my mouth, kissing me like he needs me to breathe.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.
“Tell me more about what you want to do with me.”
“Vibrating panties, maybe. Anal plugs in public. A toy that I can control with a remote, maybe when you’re in class. You could be my slave… or me yours?”
“You? My slave?” I laugh.
He turns over, brushing hair away from my face. “Do you not understand that I would do anything you ask of me?”
The smile leaves my face, and I search his eyes. There’s nothing there that tells me he’s lying.
“I know,” I say simply. “I know that.” My hand goes to his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss his palm. “You know I love you, right?”
He nods, his eyes falling closed as he lets his lips linger against my hand. “I love you too,” he whispers. “Since the moment I found your journal, I knew you were it for me.”
I push him onto his back and straddle his lap, grinding down on him. His hands find my hips, fingers digging in.
“How about we start with this?” I ask, rocking against him.
“Fuck yes.” He scoots down, lifting me up so his hard cock is beneath me. I slide onto him, my head falling back as he fills me.
“Show me what you like,” I say, my hands landing on top of his to hold onto something.
“You,” is what he growls out. “You and anything you do. Now ride me like you want me to come.”
“I do want you to come,” I say, and then I show him how much.