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CHAPTER
TWENTY
Jackson
“Did you get it?”
Evie nods energetically, her smile so wide I can see all her teeth, even from the screen of my laptop like this. She’s on the couch at home, sitting cross-legged while her phone is on the coffee table before her.
“What is it?” she wonders, pulling the box in front of her.
“I told you. It’s an early birthday present.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not for another two and a half months, Jax.”
“That’s why it’s early. Open it, princess.”
With a crooked grin, she busies herself with the box, ripping the tape away.
I lean back into the couch, settling myself more comfortably.
It’s past three in the morning here, so I’m alone in the common room, plunged into semi-darkness.
The rest of the team is fast asleep, and I probably should be too.
But the time difference between Evie and me requires some sacrifices, and I’m willing to make them.
When she opens the mailing box and sees the one inside, her smile turns into a confused frown. It stays on as she takes out the white box and examines it. It’s a brand-new MacBook Pro, which, according to the internet, is a perfect fit for an architecture student.
She stares into the camera, jaw loose with stupor. “Jax, you—how did you pay for this?”
“I used the money I was putting aside for my plane ticket, and my parents helped with the rest.”
When she realizes what it means, sadness passes over her face. “Oh … So, you really aren’t coming back this month.”
“I’m sorry, princess. It looks like I’ll stay for more training. They even mentioned having me in an F2 car for some tests.”
“It’s okay, I figured when you placed second in Melbourne.”
“Yeah, they want to make sure I get a chance to win the next one in Italy. I’m doing simulations every other day, working on my reaction times and corners.”
“I get it, don’t worry.” She looks down at her new computer again, and a small smile bends her lips once more.
“At least you’ll get to nail your 3D renders now,” I say. “And you’ll send me every single one of them, okay?”
“Of course.”
I watch as she opens the box and takes everything out. She looks like a child on Christmas morning, and it was definitely worth spending everything I had on the side for this.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she lets out, hands on her cheeks as she stares at the laptop.
“I have a couple of ideas …”
My tone leaves very little doubt about what I mean, and she immediately catches my drift. “Right now?”
“Yeah. Unless you don’t have time.”
“I have time. But aren’t you worried someone might come?”
“Oh, princess, I really hope someone comes.”
She giggles and, after a brief moment of hesitation, settles her new computer on the coffee table, along with the accessories.
I watch, mesmerized, as she slips her top off and discards it next to her on the couch.
She’s wearing a plain mesh bra, but the sheerness of it allows me to enjoy the pink circles of her areolas.
While she gets rid of her pants, I set my laptop in front of me on the coffee table and lower the sound to near minimum.
If someone interrupts, I’d rather they didn’t hear her.
The video quality isn’t great, but we’ve been making it work these past four months.
Not as often as either of us would like, though, because I get very little time to myself, away from team members and staffers.
So, if I have to sneak out of my room in the middle of the night to spend some quality time with my wife, I will.
She sits on her ankles, wearing nothing but her underwear and a naughty little smile. “You first,” she demands.
I lower my sweatpants and underwear, freeing my dick to the cool air of the common room. It’s already getting hard just looking at her like this, half-naked on our couch over four thousand miles away.
Her eyes are fixed on her phone as I spit in my palm and slowly begin stroking myself.
I can see the way she presses her knees together while her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Taking her sweet time, she lets the strap of her bra fall to the side, then does the same with the other one before tugging the whole thing down, revealing her round breasts to my eyes.
Fuck, I miss toying with them, their weight in my hands, the softness of the pale skin, the bumpy texture of her perked-up nipples on my tongue …
I haven’t had to keep myself in check since I got here, which I never doubted.
There isn’t a single woman out there who could ever hold a candle to my gorgeous wife.
I don’t want anyone if it isn’t her, and I know I never will.
Not for as long as I shall breathe. She owns all of me—my mind, my soul, my body …
They’re all hers, willingly surrendered until the day I die.
Evie twists her loose bra around to unclasp it, and it joins the rest of her clothes on the side. I’m painfully hard by the time her panties are dropped on the pile as well.
Because we’ve done this several times before, she knows exactly what to do. Sitting at the edge of the couch, she spreads her legs to reveal herself to me. She’s gotten bolder with every heated call we’ve had, and there’s not an ounce of reservation left in her as she reaches between her thighs.
“Fuck, princess,” I groan, tightening my grip around my length. “Are you wet for me?”
“A little.”
“Just a little? Tsk … We’ll need to do better than that.”
Still stroking myself, I guide her, telling her what to do, how hard, how fast …
The poor quality of the video feed requires some imagination on my part, but I can work with what I have.
I make her play with her clit first, telling her all the things I plan on doing to her once we’re reunited in September.
It’s more of a warning than a promise because, as I tell her, we’ll keep ourselves locked up for three straight days, only getting out once I’ve had my fill of her.
The pumping of my hand intensifies along with hers. She’s panting now, her full tits rising with every breath, swinging slightly with the sways of her hips.
“Touch your tits,” I demand. “Play with them like you’d want me to. Pinch those sweet nipples for me, princess.”
Once more, she complies, bringing her slim hand to her left breast. It looks even bigger like this, overflowing from her hold. I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on them again.
Precum steadily drips from my tip as I watch my wife pleasure herself live on the screen. The squelching sound it makes almost covers her breathy moans, but it doesn’t matter. We’re both almost there, and I’m not stopping anything to change the volume setting.
“Fuck, Evie … You’re so fucking hot,” I utter through gritted teeth.
“Jax, I—I’m going to come.”
“Me too. I’m about to come so hard for you.”
The light that turns on in the hallway that leads to the bedrooms to my left instantly pulls my attention away from the screen.
Fuck, someone’s coming. I can hear bare footsteps on the tiles coming this way, and I immediately react.
Springing forward, I swat the laptop shut with one hand while the other pulls up my sweatpants.
I’m just done when one of my teammates walks into the common room.
“What are you doing here?” he sleepily wonders.
I struggle to control my ragged breathing as I say, “I could ask you the same question.”
“I need a glass of water.” He pauses in his tracks, looks at me, the laptop, then the swollen length barely hidden by the thick fabric of my sweatpants. “Were you watching porn and having a wank?” he wonders.
Refusing to let him imagine Evie indulging in long-distance sex, I say, “Uh … yeah. Couldn’t sleep, thought it might help.”
“Fair enough. Whatever works for you, mate. But you do realize girls love drivers, yeah? You’d have them lining up. Wouldn’t have to sort yourself out ever again.”
“I’m good, thank you.”
“Oh, right. Forgot you’ve got a ball and chain back home. Still, what she doesn’t know, eh? And shagging groupies beats having a wank in the common room, mate.”
“I’m good,” I repeat.
“Alright.”
Without giving me more unsolicited advice, he goes to the kitchen to pour himself a tall glass of water. I watch with frustration as he downs it, fills it up again, and returns to the hallway.
“Have fun bashing the bishop, mate,” he lets out with amusement before disappearing.
I wait for the light to be off again, then grab my laptop. When I open it, the call has been cut off. I’m not even sure I’m in the mood to continue what we started.
When she picks up, she’s wrapped in the fluffy blanket we keep by the couch. “I’m so sorry about that. Did you finish?”
“I did,” she answers with a wince. Her cheeks are pink, eyes glistening, and I swear I could strangle my teammate for robbing me of watching her come. “Did you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to give you a little show while you finish?”
“No, I’m good, princess. I think I’ll just go to bed.”
“Oh, okay … I’m sorry I finished on my own. But I was so close.”
“No, you did the right thing. I’m just tired. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah. I love you, Jax.”
“I love you, Evie.”
Six months. Half a year, and I’ll be back with her. Then she’ll come live here with me, and there won’t be a need to sneak around at night like this anymore.
I can’t fucking wait.
Wesley and his wife insisted that we join them on their yacht for the transfer to Barcelona, which got in the way of the romantic road trip I had in mind. But I figured that making the journey on a fifty-million-dollar yacht was an acceptable alternative.
So, with Evie’s permission, I accepted their offer.