Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
BLUE
Epilogue- A few months later
Jax and I met for drinks alone for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Asher had practically insisted on us going out without him. It wasn’t our fault that he wasn’t twenty-one yet. He also insisted that it would be good for us to get some solo dates in.
We decided to meet at a local place called The Anchor.
I hadn’t been there before, but mostly because I didn’t drink much.
Even now, on our third solo date to the same bar, I stuck to one drink.
The food was worth coming out for, though.
And if we wanted to play, there were pool tables and a dart board.
Mostly, however, Jax and I were content to sit in a booth and nurse our drinks and spend the evening talking.
The first time we showed up here, the bartender, Mickey, had gone ten shades of red, meaning he definitely recognized us.
It wasn’t unheard of. It had happened a time or two before.
By the second time we came in, though, Mickey was able to tamp down his shock and he treated us like we were old news.
Under the table, Jax’s foot hooked around my ankle. “Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
Even when he wasn’t smiling at me, I swore there was a gleam in his eyes whenever he looked at me.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I told him, reaching across the table for his hand.
I’d always been a physically affectionate sort of person, and I’d relied on platonic affection from my friends, but there was something so different and delicious about affection from someone I loved.
And not only did Jax know that I was a sucker for it, but he seemed all too happy to shower me with it.
He gifted me with little touches like the foot around my ankle, the one that slid up the back of my calf, or the way his thumb stroked across the back of my hand.
“That’s funny, because I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“It’s still weird to be on a date without him.”
“We say the same thing when we go for breakfast without you, sleepyhead.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault that I’m not a morning person.
I blame genetics.” Truthfully, even if I were willing and able to get up at the insanely inappropriate hour of eight o’clock in the morning, I’d make up an excuse to let them go alone.
Drinks were our thing. Breakfast was their thing.
And Asher and I liked to go to the movies together.
We’d snuggle up in the back row and spend too much money on snacks and we didn’t care if it was a movie we’d seen.
We just liked hanging out together in the dark.
Asher and I had rough teenage years, and in some ways it felt like we were doing things together that we might have done when we were younger. Like paying for a movie so we could make out in the back row.
With solo dates came solo sex. We’d decided as a group that the only sex we had to discuss beforehand was sex for work.
Asher was unsure if he wanted to film with anyone who wasn’t us, but he remained okay with the fact that sometimes we were going to have sex with other people.
But sex between the three of us in any combination was one hundred and ten percent allowed.
Which was good, because Jax had been giving me sex eyes all night.
He raked his gaze over my body and gave me a wolfish smile. “They’re good genetics.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I took a sip of my beer then grimaced when I realized it had gone warm.
“You’re even hot when you’re disgusted.” Jax laughed. We’d already eaten and had paid for our meal and our drinks, but Jax peeled a bill out of his wallet and tucked it under his empty glass. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Jax followed me out, and I melted at the way he reached for me, pressing his hand to my lower back. I loved the way it made me feel protected.
When we got to his car, instead of opening the door, he pinned me to the side of the car. Warm hands cradled my face and he slotted his leg between mine when he kissed me. I let out a little moan and then fell into the kiss, letting him lead.
Jax kissed me like he was born for it. Like he needed it to survive. Like I was oxygen. And I kissed him like he was the future. Forever. Like he was the best thing that ever happened to me.
He licked at the seam of my lips then slipped between them when I parted for him.
The only thing holding me up now was the car I was pressed against and the hands that were still cupping my face.
My legs had turned to mush and my head was as light as a feather.
All the blood in my body pooled between my legs and I rocked against Jax, grinding my cock against his.
Jax pulled back, and I whimpered at him.
“Tease,” I said, reaching down to adjust myself as he put even more space between us.
“I only meant to kiss you. I didn’t mean for us to frot in the parking lot.” Jax laughed as he copied me and rearranged himself. “If I was wearing my shorts, I wouldn’t be this uncomfortable right now.” He lamented the fact that he wore jeans out for our date.
“You can wear your shorts whenever you want, babe. You don’t need to get all fancy for me. But look on the bright side; the jeans help hide your current predicament.”
After a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, I skimmed my hand over the bulge in his jeans. Jax scowled and stepped away.
“Just wait until I get you alone,” he warned, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Oooh, scary.” Even if I had tried, I wouldn’t have been able to wipe the smile off my face.
Jax stepped closer and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he pulled the passenger door open. “Get in the car, Blue.”
“You’re bossy tonight. I kind of like it.”
When we got on the road, it was clear that we weren’t headed to any of our usual places.
Not my place, or his, or Asher’s. And we zipped past the turnoff for Lukas’s neighborhood.
The sexual tension was still thick in the car, and I’d thought about taking my cock out and teasing Jax, but I had too much respect life to risk it doing something so reckless.
“Where are we going?” I asked as Jax turned down a road I didn’t recognize. There were no people on this road and lots of trees. It twisted and turned and went up a hill and both sides were lined with trees, giving no indication of where we were.
“You’ll see,” Jax answered. “We’re almost there.”
Then he turned down a different road and we suddenly spilled out into a clearing. He slowed to a crawl, then parked the car.
“What is this place?” I asked, looking around. And then it dawned on me. A road that led up a hill. A hill that overlooked the town with a place to park cars. “Oh, my God. Is this where people go to make out?”
I turned back to Jax, who already had his seat belt off. When I saw him move toward me, I unbuckled mine too.
I reached for him. “This is like a cheesy porno. Lukas is going to be so mad he’s not here with his camera.”
We met in a clash of lips and teeth over the center console.
Our hands grabbed at each other, tugged on clothing, looking for bare skin.
For connection. The kiss went from zero to a million in three seconds.
All night I’d watched Jax and the way he looked at me, and I’d imagined kissing him like this.
Deep and hard and frantic. So hot we could scorch the earth.
And that’s when Jax pulled away. “Back seat?”
“Say less.” I practically dove through the gap in the front seats, which looked easier when people on television did it. I got stuck partway and Jax had to give me a boost, which gave him an excuse to cop a feel of my ass.
By the time I got situated in the back seat, I was winded and rumpled. I tried to straighten out and catch my breath, but Jax got out of the car, then came in through the back door.
“Oh sure, be sensible.” I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me. He landed a bit hard, knocking the air out of me. “Oomph.”
I didn’t even mind that he laughed because he looked at me like I was his favorite constellation. The prettiest sunset. The most vibrant flower in the bouquet.
He kissed me like I was precious and then he kissed me like I was his favorite sin.
He kissed me deep like he’d never get to the bottom of me and slow like he wanted to enjoy every minute of the journey.
My blood turned to fire when he touched me.
He slotted himself between my legs, pinning one to the back seat.
The other, he hiked up to make more room for himself.
For the longest time, he just kissed me. And I mapped his body with my fingertips. Danced them down his spine, under his shirt. Dipped them into the back of his jeans and then cursed myself for ever making fun of his basketball shorts. At least they were easy access.
Jax kissed down my jaw and pressed his open mouth against my throat. “Remember last week when you and Asher made out in the theater for the whole movie and you came home desperate and needy?”
I whimpered at the memory. We’d basically pounced on Jax the minute we walked in the door.
He wasn’t a fan of movie theaters, so he said, but really I think he said that to give us something that was just our own.
So he stayed behind and babysat the kittens we’d adopted and then Asher and I came back and essentially mauled him the moment we walked through the door.
“Don’t make me wait,” I begged, tugging at his shirt. I would lose my mind if he didn’t take me in some way.
“I thought we could run a little experiment.” His voice was soft and reassuring as he kissed my throat.
“Oh?” I arched up into him, grinding my granite-like cock against his.
“I thought we could give Asher a blow-by-blow recap of what we did. Maybe a little creative reenactment. See which is hotter.”
“Not sure if you’re an evil genius or just evil.”
Jax pulled back and smirked at me. “There’s only one way to find out.”