Epilogue
Blaze
ONE YEAR LATER
Jaxon straddled my hips, his hands resting on my chest as he leaned over me.
“Please?” he begged, even going so far as to pucker out his bottom lip.
I sighed and stroked my thumbs over his bare hips.
I’d pushed his shirt up the moment he settled on top of me to try to convince me to go get ice cream with him in cold weather. It didn’t make a lick of sense to me.
It was literally below freezing outside, and he wanted to go on a walk to get fucking ice cream.
“I’m not walking to get ice cream,” I told him, determined to remain firm. “Order delivery. You’re rich enough to afford a ten-dollar delivery.”
He scoffed. “Money doesn’t buy me the happiness going on a walk with you will give me.”
I rolled my eyes, even if my heart skipped a beat at his words. The man was so fucking effortlessly sweet. “Baby, it’s literally…” I grabbed my phone and glanced at the weather icon near the top of my screen— “twenty-seven fucking degrees outside.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “It’s cold.”
“You literally just played a game in temps colder than this,” he scoffed. He was right, I had. But I was also running all over the field, my adrenaline had been pumping, and I’d been sweating from exertion. I hadn’t had a real chance to feel the cold then. “Please?” he begged again.
I groaned. “What if we drive?”
He shook his head. “No. I want to go on a walk.”
I slid my hands up his shirt, feeling his flat stomach beneath my palms. He shivered and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
My eyes locked on it for a moment, hunger burning inside me for him.
Jaxon had me so goddamn obsessed with him, a psychiatrist would love to study my brain.
This man couldn’t do a fucking thing without me being obsessed with it.
Just crooking a goddamn finger drew my eyes to him.
“You’re so goddamn stubborn,” I sighed. I was so thankful the Botox injections were proving to work a damn miracle when it came to his headaches.
He rarely had them anymore, but it also meant he wanted to do things more.
I understood it. I really did, and usually, I encouraged him getting out of the apartment.
But not when it was literally below freezing outside.
I valued my fucking balls and wanted to keep them outside my body where they belonged, thank you.
“So are you,” he griped. Leaning up, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You really won’t go?
” I sighed heavily. He nodded once, his jaw tightening with determination, and I knew immediately I wasn’t going to like whatever the fuck he had planned.
“Fine. Stay here. I’ll go on my own,” he said, making to get up.
“The fuck you will,” I growled, quickly sitting up and flipping our positions so he was now laying back on the couch and I was settled between his spread legs.
His eyes went wide, and he gripped my upper arms, his fingers pressing into my skin.
“If I go risk my balls—” he snorted a laugh— “what do I get out of this?”
His smile turned feral and promising, and my dick hardened. I knew what that smile meant.
“The moment we walk back inside this apartment, I’ll get on my knees for you,” he promised.
“Mmm,” I hummed, leaning down to kiss him. He drove a damn good, hard bargain.
When our lips met, he submitted to me so easily, his fingers spearing into my hair to hold me captive.
Winding my arms around him, I allowed my weight to settle on top of him, knowing how much he loved it.
Jaxon was such a bottom. Who’d have fucking thought?
Certainly not me, but I loved it. The roles we’d somehow fallen into were seamless and worked for us perfectly.
“So, will you?” he breathed when I finally forced us to part so we could get some oxygen into our lungs.
I nodded and kissed the tip of his nose. “Yeah, baby. I’ll go with you to get ice cream. And you better show my poor balls a lot of love when we get back.”
He laughed and nodded. “I will. I promise.” Leaning up, he kissed me again. “Now hurry! Someone might buy all the cookies and cream ice cream.”
I scoffed because I highly doubted they would sell out of his favorite ice cream.
But still, I got off the couch to head to our room, which had originally just been mine.
We’d converted his bedroom into a study.
It hadn’t taken Jaxon long to figure out we slept like shit without each other.
I hadn’t wanted to push him, but one day, I came home and found him moving his things into my room.
Instead of asking him what he was doing, I just helped him because fuck knew I didn’t want him apart from me.
Sharing my space with him? Fuck yes. It was perfect. We hadn’t slept apart since we got together, and I never wanted to sleep without him ever again.
“You better be glad I love you,” I called over my shoulder.
“Always happy you do,” he said, making my chest tighten with all the love I held for him. “And I love you, too.”
I flashed him a grin over my shoulder before I disappeared down the hallway. “You better, baby.”
His smile was everything. Free. Painless. Happy. Everything I’d wanted him to be and everything I thought he’d lost forever when he got injured. And knowing I was part of the reason he was this happy again?
Fuck, knowing that was everything.