19. Alex
I can't believe he's here. Chester, my baby is here. I quickly change out of these stupid clothes, throwing on my pajama pants and one of Jaxon’s hoodies. A shiver runs up and down my spine, and I can feel the cold all the way in my bones. I don't even know how long I was sitting in my vehicle having a mini meltdown.
My mind is still racing and my body is exhausted with all that happened tonight. I can't believe I stood up to my parents.
I proved to them, and maybe myself, that I could have a life where I belonged. And that I’m absolutely okay with them not being a part of it. Don’t be fooled, I may be okay with it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at the fact they were shitty parents, so fuck them! Fuuuuuck them!
I sigh, losing whatever fight I have left in me and sit down on the bed to put on my fuzzy socks, okay, not my fuzzy socks. Who knew Jaxon Baker would have a thing for bubble baths and fuzzy socks? I chuckle to myself.
Even after everything that has happened, I’m so incredibly happy. My chest is lighter, and my head is clearer. It takes me a minute but I finally realize what this feeling is when Jaxon’s words from earlier come back.
“I’m a very patient man, Alex. I have plenty of time to wait for your heart to finally let your head catch up.”
It's like all the noise finally quieted down in my head and it left a clear path to my heart.
I look down at the fuzzy socks and Jaxon’s hoodie and I smile. The perfect attire for a cozy night. I head back downstairs, and when I turn to go back into the kitchen, movement catches my eye in the living room. I backtrack, walking around the couch.
When I see what's tucked in the corner, my heart speeds up, and everything fades away around me. My eyes' sole focus is on what's laying in front of me.
My hand covers my mouth as a sob wrenches through my body so hard I have to grab onto the couch to steady myself.
How?
I fall to my knees in front of Chester, tears spilling down my cheeks. He's laying in the biggest dog bed I’ve ever seen, covered in my grandmother's quilt.
I half get in the dog bed and wrap my arms around him, letting my tears fall freely as every emotion filters through my body. Sadness for the people who loved me and are no longer here, and love and happiness for having all my dreams in this very room. God, I miss her. My life could have been very different if I didn't have her to protect and love me, even if only for a little while.
I suck in a ragged breath, but when large arms surround me, I lose it all over again, choking back sob after sob into the soft material, completely surrounded by unconditional love.
“Shhh, baby boy, it's okay,” Jaxon whispers over and over in my ear.
When the tears finally slow and my breathing stops doing that hiccupy gasp for breath thing, I slowly sit up and Jaxon shifts, taking me with him so I’m tucked in his lap.
I stare into his watery eyes, and I’m surprised by the show of emotion. I can only hope he's feeling the same thing I am, because there is no way all these feelings building inside of me aren't real.
“How did you…?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I couldn’t let you leave it behind if there was a possibility that it could be repaired, so when I went back in to get the last box, I grabbed it.”
“I can't believe you did that,” I whisper, my hand coming to rest on his cheek. “Jaxon…I…” I begin to pull my hand back when he covers it, holding it in place.
“What, baby?”
“I love you.”
Please love me back, I think, squeezing my eyes shut. Please… love me back.
“Oh, my baby boy,” Jaxon whispers, adjusting our bodies so I’m now straddling his hips and his forehead rests on mine. “I’m so madly in love with you. I want you here, in this home, by my side, every fucking day. I love you too,” he says, before his lips press against mine.
My body relaxes into his touch and I feel at home as I open my mouth and let his tongue sweep against mine. It’s a delicate, sensual dance, our mouths moving in perfect unison. My body vibrates when his hands curve around my waist, resting on my ass, squeezing. I rock into him, my cock twitching when I feel him through the soft fabric of our sweats, and I groan. Which is promptly followed by a whimper, but not from me.
We both turn our heads at the sound. There is Chester, now sitting inches away, with a wide, panting smile. We snort laugh into each other's shoulders.
“Do you think he's hungry? Or does he have to go potty?” Jaxon asks. Chester’s ears perk up.
“Shoot I forgot to grab food from the shelter.”
“Nope, I got it,” Jaxon says, sliding me off his lap and standing, before making his way into the kitchen. Chester and I follow close behind .
“How did you get all this stuff?” I say, noticing all the bags on the table.
He taps his finger on his temple, “I’m smart and called in a few favors.”
“But when? I only told you about Chester this morning.”
He walks back over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling my hips tight. The contact causes my cock to twitch and I have to fight back my own whimper. I’ve been dreaming about him naked since before we left for the fundraiser.
“Well, we have some pretty amazing friends. Dom ran to the pet store this afternoon and picked up the dog bed and some toys.”
“Seeing the size of the thing, it makes sense,” I joke. “I’m surprised he didn't just buy Chester a toddler bed.”
Chester barks and I look down at him. “No you are not getting a toddler bed.” He whines, and I bend down, whisper shouting in his ear. “Yes, I know I promised you the world, but we have to work him up to that.” Which earns me a wet and sloppy kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. “Oh, Daddy!” I joke, righting myself.
He leans in close, whispering into the shell of my ear. “Oh baby boy, daddy is not the only name you will be moaning tonight, I’ll have you screaming uncle.”
Fuck… me.
My cock pulses, hardening at his words. “Yes, please,” I say breathlessly.
“Here, I also had him pick up a food dish and a water bowl,” he says, handing me the dish like he didn’t just almost make me cream my pants.
“Ummm, I also called and talked to Marge to figure out what kind of food he eats and then Mira went over and picked it up.”
My jaw hits the floor, “How? She was just leaving when I got there and didn't say a word.”
“It seems she can keep a secret.”
He hands me the bag of dog food and a can of his favorite wet food. I start mixing them together in his bowl and Chester begins to bounce on his paws. I haven't seen him get this excited for food in a long time.
I set the food on the floor and he eyes it for a second, before inching closer and straining his neck to stick his tongue out for a tentative lick. I know he can get food shy so I turn away, only to see Jaxon struggling to get something out of a box. Tilting my head I ask, “What is that? ”
Instead of answering me he simply spins the box in my direction. “Is that… Did you buy him a water fountain?”
“What? You want him drinking boring stale water?”
Wait, can water even get stale? Ughh, besides the point.
I come up behind him, pressing into his back and wrapping my arms around his waist.
“You didn't have to do all this,” I say, kissing between his shoulder blades, “But thank you.”
He sets the water fountain on the counter before spinning me in his arms, my back now up against the fridge.
“Baby boy, don't you see? I would do anything for you. I think I always would have.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Plus, I think the whole town would have rioted if you didn’t bring Chester home soon.”
I cock my head at the last comment. “What do you mean? The only one who knows about Chester is Marge.”
He laughs, spinning me again like we are dancing around the kitchen. This time when we stop, his back ends up against the counter. He catches me around the waist, pulling me into him, my back to his front. I let myself lean into his embrace when his chin comes to rest on my shoulder.
I can't hide the smile, nor do I want to, so I stare, grinning wildly. Chester is eating his food, albeit one piece at a time, but he's eating.
“It seems the whole town knew about you and the shelter, even Dom knew way before I did. To be fair, I never caught on until you straight up told me, but still, I couldn't believe he knew.”
“How did they all know? And why has nobody said anything?” I ask, dumbfounded.
Jaxon kisses up the side of my neck and I moan. His hands have been on me one way or another all night, and I don't want it to stop. I rotate my hips and his hardening cock twitches against my ass.
“Everyone in this town respects you, Alex,” he says into the skin of my neck, not stopping his assault. “They knew that whatever this was, it was important to you. And those are the kind of secrets they keep. They knew it wasn't their story to tell. ”
Jaxon nibbles behind my ear before dragging his lips down my neck and placing an open mouthed kiss at the base. I moan at the feel of his tongue caressing my skin.
“I didn't think anyone knew I existed. Spencer was always the one the town looked after. I’m just the best friend.”
I shriek as he spins me around… again. “You really need to warn a guy,” I joke, knowing exactly what I said to deserve this spin.
I look everywhere but in his eyes.
“Alex, look at me,” Jaxon says, gripping my chin.
My eyes meet his, just as my tongue sneaks out, grazing his thumb. His pupils blow wide and I think for a moment I’ve distracted him, but no.
“Alex, this town has always known you existed. I know you don't think they see you, but they see you . You are not just some sidekick. Me and you… we have our own story and you are the main attraction.”
I shake my head, “You have it all wrong. We are the main attraction because my story has always been you.”
Jaxon kisses me deep, and long, like we’re a couple of horny teenagers in a heated makeout session except with more grown up passion filled with love.
Bark!
I chuckle and turn to look at Chester who is panting happily with an empty bowl at his feet.
“Shoot, water!” Jaxon says in a panic, grabbing the water fountain and filling it with water. “I’m an hour into this doggie dad thing and I’ve already failed.”
I laugh and bend down to give Chester some pets. “He's a silly daddy isn't he?”
Jaxon sets down the water fountain, which Chester happily laps away at. “Here you go buddy! I’m sorry, but it’s my first night, you have to cut me some slack.”
My heart soars as I pick up the food dish and place it in the sink. “Wow,” I say, looking out the window. “It's really coming down.”
“It sure does look pretty though,” Jaxon says, placing his hands on the counter, caging me in. I lean back, giving him an awkward kiss.
“It may look pretty but someone has to take Chester out to go potty. ”
“Well now it doesn't look so pretty,” he huffs.
“I can take him out,” I say, knowing Jaxon has already done way too much.
“No, I got this.”
He kisses my cheek before I can protest and starts putting on his jacket, hat, gloves and boots. When he pulls out a second jacket I just about die with laughter.
“Look Chester, your favorite daddy got you a jacket.”
I scoff with a laugh.
Once they have their gear on, Jaxon pulls open the door a gust of wind blowing through. “Wish us luck.”
My shoulders shake with amusement as I turn to watch them head out into the back yard.
Looking out the window, my heart clenches but in the best kind of way. Jaxon gestures to Chester to do his business, while he in turn just stares at him. I laugh when he starts pleading with Chester and just when I think he's about to drop to his hands and knees and show him how it's done, Chester walks over to the nearest bush. Jaxon jumps up and down with his hands in the air like Rocky Balboa.
I feel the heat of a tear slide down my cheek. I know tonight has been a highly emotional night, but I’m just so fucking happy. I don't know how to explain it. All the pieces finally fit into place and the picture is breathtaking.
Jaxon comes barreling in through the door, shaking the snow off with the world’s best dog at his feet.
“No, I agree. Dogs should get boots for winter.” Jaxon takes off Chester’s jacket, hanging it up next to his. “I mean, humans wear boots so why shouldn't dogs?”
Chester barks. “I know, it's a valid point,” Jaxon says, giving him a treat.
I just can't with these two. I walk over to Jaxon and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so incredibly lucky.”
He kisses me softly on the lips. “How about we head upstairs and we both get lucky?” He wiggles his brows and I laugh.
“Yeah, I like the sound of that.”
Jaxon takes my hand, leading me through the kitchen, turning off light switches as we go.
“What about Chester?” he asks, skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. We both look back at Chester, who simply keeps walking until he gets to his dog bed and does about four doggie spins before plopping himself down.
“Well… Okay, problem solved.” Jaxon gives me a sharp nod before ushering me along. “After you.”
I give him a wink before making sure to add a little extra sway in my hips as I climb the stairs. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time. While I would normally shy away from having eyes on me, I revel in it when they’re his.
“Baby, if you go any slower, you're going to kill me.”
“Oh no,” I say in my best sexy pout. “We can't have that.”
I hit the top of the stairs and I'm immediately pressed up against the wall, Jaxon’s arms caging me in. “No baby, we can't.”
I whimper at the contact of his hard body pressed against mine. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” he says right against my ear. My body instinctively arches, pushing my ass into his hard cock.
“Do you want my cock buried deep in your ass, baby boy? Are you gonna let Daddy wreck your hole?”
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, his words making my head spin and I fucking love it. As we get more comfortable with each other, the less Jaxon holds back.
“Yes, God yes, I want to feel you fill me up.”
Jaxon growls, pinning me and taking my lips in a brutal kiss. I push back against him, needing the friction of his body. Our movements are frantic and desperate.
“Bed,” Jaxon commands.
Our lips don't leave each other, and by the time we actually fall into bed in a pile of tangled limbs they are bruised and raw.
“Skin… I need skin,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “Why are we not naked yet?”
Jaxon sits up, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion and tossing it on the floor.
God, he's hot. His tattooed forearms firm and mouth watering, his nipple piercings that I want to sink my teeth into, and the soft light from the bedside lamp giving his skin the perfect sun kissed glow.
Jaxon moves off the bed, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear until he's standing over me, thick cock in hand, giving himself a couple good strokes.
He's a wet dream. So much of a wet dream that I just stare at him, mouth hanging open as he pulls my sweats and briefs off in one fell swoop until he's standing over me with a smirk on his face and my hard leaking dick on display.
He points to me, “Not that I won’t fuck you like this, but you wanted skin, and to achieve that you’re gonna have to take that off, baby boy.”
I sit up quickly, pulling my hoodie off and throwing it onto the floor.
“Better,” he says as he begins his crawl up my body.
I nod my head up and down like a freaking bobble head. Smooth, Alex!
Jaxon gives me a deep kiss before kissing his way back down my neck, lapping at each one of my nipples before lightly biting down and sucking. The pleasure shoots straight to my balls.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss and Jaxon chuckles, moving further down, dragging his tongue over my not so defined abs.
When he reaches my groin he breathes in deeply. “You smell so fucking good, baby.” Then he licks a path from my balls to the head of my cock, catching the precum on the tip of his tongue, “You fucking taste good too.” I moan.
All it takes is one pleading, “please,” and Jaxon's wet mouth wraps around my cock and he takes me down. My hips want to jacknife off the bed, and the grip of his fingers are the only thing holding them in place. When he bobs back up and whirls his tongue around the head my toes curl.
“Fuck, your mouth… It feels so good, but for the love of God, I need you to fuck me, Jaxon.”
He gives a throaty chuckle. “Baby I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
I give a very not so sexy whine. “But I wanna be dicked down, and I wanna be dicked down now.” Of course all that earns me is another chuckle, the vibrations making my balls pull up tight as he continues his assault on my aching cock.
“You're gonna make me come, please.”
He releases my cock with an audible pop. “We wouldn’t want that now would we? You haven't even called uncle.”
“On your hands and knees, baby. Let me see that pretty hole of yours,” he says as he flips me on my stomach and I scramble to my hands and knees. There is nothing sexier than being manhandled by the original tattooed sexy God.
“Face down, ass up,” Jaxon says, and leave it to my babbling mouth to continue…
“That’s the way we like to fuck.”