Chapter 13
Jaxon
My eyes flutter awake, dim light casting a few rays in through the curtains.
I stretch lightly, my body aching in the best of ways after one hell of a night.
Man… Rolling over gently so I don’t wake her, I smirk at my little cupcake.
Yeah, I like that one. Although, the little scowl she sends my way when I call her sweetheart gets my blood pumping.
The first rays of sunshine spilling across her soft waves have me aching to reach out and run my fingers through them.
I’ll have to wake her in a few minutes so we can get on the road.
The bow of her lips is begging to be kissed.
Her lips are still slightly swollen from the hours we spent liplocked.
I can’t wait to see them wrapped around me.
That thought most definitely has me awake beneath the sheets.
Holly lets out a soft sigh that calls to me.
My fingers roam beneath the covers and up under the hem of my shirt to the small of her back.
I draw a tiny heart before splaying my fingers and pulling her body closer to mine.
She groans lightly in her sleep, as if the idea of opening her eyes is physical torture.
A raspy morning chuckle leaves my lips as I press my lips into her hair and kiss the top of her head.
Holly snuggles onto my chest, her head resting heavier by the second as she drifts back deeper into her sleep.
I pull her soft strands of hair out of the way so that I can continue to watch her.
When she purses her lips, her brow scrunches up, and I just have to lean down and kiss them.
She groans her disdain for having to wake up again against me but snickers when I press my morning situation up against her hip.
She presses her warm center back against me, and I deepen the kiss, not giving a shit that neither of us has brushed our teeth yet.
“Jaxon!” she whisper-shouts, obviously caring as she covers her mouth with a few fingers.
“I don’t care,” I whisper huskily, pulling her back to me as my fingers push up the hem of her shirt. My shirt. Fuck, that turns me on. Holly whimpers as I find her already wet for me. “Mmmm, I’m going to need a little more of this before we get on the bike. In fact, I’m hungry.”
Holly giggles, then gasps as I throw the cover over my head and slide down her body to bury my face in her sweetness. I’m tonguing her clit and reveling in how her body quivers for me when her phone rings.
“It’s Sydney,” Holly gasps.
“If you answer that while I’m tongue-fucking you, I’m going to make you scream, and they’ll know.”
She rips the sheets off my head and squeezes my face with her thighs as I grin lasciviously up at her. She lets it go to voicemail, so I reward her with a couple of my fingers. We both groan as she squeezes them tight.
“It’s eight-thirty-two,” she says breathily as her phone starts ringing again. I raise a brow in question as I circle my tongue, and she moans loudly. “That’s Bryn.”
“Answer, if you want…or give me til eight-thirty-four.”
The cell lands on the bed with a thunk, and her fingers spread through my hair as she sighs and pulls her knees up closer toward her chest.
“That’s a good girl.”
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Holly
After a quick call to Brynleigh and an even quicker shower, we’re back on the bike on our way to the lake.
It’s funny how yesterday I fought this so hard.
Now here I am actually looking forward to having a night of him all to myself.
A night solely for exploring. Last night was that angsty, ‘I have to have you’ kind of sex, which was absolutely mindrattling, and this morning, we were rushed back onto the bike before we could even get to the great part.
That’s okay though. I enjoy the anticipation.
I squeeze my thighs around Jaxon’s, savoring the rumble emanating from his chest beneath my hands as he reaches back to run his palm up my thigh and squeeze back.
We’re both dying to get our hands and lips back on each other.
This man can kiss. Delicious vibrations run up through me as Jaxon revs his bike, smirking devilishly in the side mirror because he knows he’s adding to my already excited state.
By the time we’ve made it to the lake, the tension between us from all the feels we’ve been copping is so tight, I feel like I could explode.
That’s coming from the girl who got the orgasm a couple of hours ago.
Jaxon pulls off into a secluded little parking area with a small concrete restroom building.
“We’re almost there,” I note as he turns off the bike and takes off his helmet. I climb off first, unbuckling my strap.
“I know,” Jaxon replies with a sly smile as he watches my helmet slip off. I’m sure my hair is a hot mess.
“Do you really need to pee that bad?”
“No.”
“Oh,” I answer when it clicks.
He swings his leg over the bike, all swagger as he takes my helmet from me. Jaxon looks around the area, making sure that we’re alone before picking me up by my ass and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Yeah, oh. I don’t know when I’m going to get you to myself again, and you’ve been driving me wild for the past hour and a half.”
“But where? Surely not in that bathr–” my words are cut off with his lips as he carries me behind the building.
My back is against the wall in seconds, and he’s already got a hand up under my bra, kneading a perky tit and rubbing a needy nipple.
I slip my legs down, finding the ground so that I can get my hands on that beautiful cock pronto.
He groans when I pop the button of his jeans, pressing one hand against the wall next to my head as he grasps my throat and tilts my chin up to him for a panty-melting kiss.
“In a rush?”
“Yes,” I breathe, toes tingling when he chuckles darkly.
“Does that pretty cunt of yours want to be filled?”
Oh my. His dirty talk only makes me need him more. I whimper, and he squeezes ever so lightly, just enough to get my eyes to focus on him. He smiles wolfishly when they do.
“If you need me that badly, let them wait.”
Air whooshes from my lungs at his words, and I whimper again.
My fingers fumble as they make their way into his pants, and I bite my lip at the feel of him in my palm.
He mirrors me, biting his own and letting out the softest growl that has my breath picking up pace.
My breasts heave against his chest as he slants his lips over mine, plucking the button of my pants.
“One leg out, Cupcake.”
Jaxon drops to help me out of my shoe as I shimmy my pants down over my ass. I gasp when he presses his face against me, licking the seam of me a few times just because he can. He rises, lifting me back up around him and settling his cock at my entrance as his lips that taste like me find me again.
He teases me onto him until my muscles give way and allow him to pop in that first inch. I gasp into his mouth, and he groans in response.
“You okay?” he asks roughly, worried that I’m too sore.
“More.”
“Fuck, yes. Tell me if I need to slow down.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask breathily as he slides a little deeper, working himself in gently but insistently. I lean my head back against the wall, breathing deep and mewling on the exhale as he slides even deeper.
“Those sounds are going to have me coming before we even get started at this rate,” he whispers shakily. I know he’s dying to slam inside of me.
“All of it, Jaxon.”
“Are you sure? It’s not like we’ve been at this for very long,” he pants.
I pull my knees up higher, naturally driving him a bit deeper and he groans.
“Please…” I beg.
“Oh fucking hell,” he curses low, crushing his lips back to mine as he slides in deep, stealing my breath when it sputters out of me as he bottoms out.
“Fuuuuuck…” I mewl, and he clenches his jaw, pulling back slightly before pressing back in, his breath catching too. We take a few seconds, and when his eyes find mine, he squeezes my ass in question. I nod, the sting receding as need replaces it.
He dips his head to get a deep angle into my mouth right before he drags out slowly to the tip and presses in with confidence. I cry out, my hips angling to take all of him willingly.
“So pretty. I love your sounds.”
“Don’t hold back, Jaxon.” He pushes into me harder, and my body takes it gladly. “I need it. All of it. Harder–Thrust–Deeper–Slam–Fuck–Slam–Faster!”
His eyes darken like a wild animal as he begins to really pummel into me, and damn it, I love it.
His panting and groaning have my head spinning as he takes and notches up my tension with every pump of his hips.
When I press my heels into his ass and keen because it feels just so-damn-good, his rhythm falters and he curses filthily against my lips.
He gasps with me when the first echoes of my orgasm ripple around him, and a victorious shout exits his lungs as his release kicks deep within me.
Jaxon rolls his hips slowly, groaning deeply into my mouth as we float down together from our high.
“That was…” he pants.
“Yeah…” I rasp back.
“I can’t wait to get you home and thoroughly enjoy you.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, biting my lip because that will be something. Jaxon tips my face back up to him, running his nose along mine.
“This thing between us is even better than I imagined.”
I nod because there really are no words for all the thoughts and feelings jumbling around inside me at the moment.
“Shoe on the ground. Let me help you get back into your things.”
He sets me down, helping me get my foot back in my pants and shoe. Before he slides my pants up my thighs, his fingers sweep through the remnants of our releases then press them back into me. I huff out a breath and a moan, because face it, that feels good, and it was hot as fuck.
“Do you have a breeding kink?” I ask with my brows arched. He rubs my inner wall for a moment as he contemplates his answer.
“Maybe. Because right now, I want nothing more than to keep pumping you full of my cum.”
“Oh, hot damn.”
Jaxon chuckles as he buckles and zips my jeans, swatting my ass for good measure and squeezing before fixing himself.
“I like my cupcakes with filling.”
I don’t even know what garbled nonsense just left my mouth.
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Jaxon
We turn right, onto a little gravel driveway, fifteen minutes after I fucked the breath out of Holly against that wall.
The road is surrounded by trees for a few hundred feet before opening up to the expanse of the property.
The lake shimmers behind the house, a little dock stretching out into the water with a slide.
There’s a couple of neighbors, but they’re not insanely close by.
The front door flies open, Brynleigh and Jane hustling out with a squeal.
“Finally!” Jane hollers.
“They’re here!” Brynleigh exclaims back in through the door.
“Why do I have a strange feeling you two set that shit up yesterday?” Holly asks, hands on her hips.
I climb off the bike with a grin as the two on the porch pull out their best deer-in-the-headlights, ‘who me?’ looks as they exchange faces with Holly, then each other. They’re masters of matchmaking alright.
“Jane, take your squish,” Ava barrels through, pressing a grinning Charlotte into her mother’s arms before beelining for Holly.
“Glad you could make it, guys. Wasn’t that rain just awful yesterday?” Ava asks us, grabbing Holly’s bag and pushing it into my hands. I smirk at her feistiness while the two practically skip up to the house.
“This place is so nice!” I hear Holly exclaim as they step inside the door.
Jane’s still on the porch with Charlotte on her hip, eyeing me as I stroll up the pathway.
I stop a few feet in front of her before bending a little to greet Charlie.
She grins big when she notices me. This little booger and I totally have a bond, seeing as I was the first face she’d ever seen.
I look up at Jane, who is still thoroughly examining me, looking for any sign of a juicy detail that she could have first dibs on.
“Oh, hi, Jane.”
“Really? That smile says I totally deserve a thank you.”
I boop Charlie’s nose before booping mama bear’s nose, which scrunches up with frustration.
“Thank you, Jane.”
Her expression softens into a smile.
“You’re welcome.”
I hold out my hand to indicate ladies first into the house and follow the girls in. This place is rustic and perfect for a weekend getaway.
“Hey, dude, get ready. The other guys are down by the dock setting stuff up,” Trystan says as he comes out of the kitchen with a doughnut in tow. He eyes Garrett, who’s giving the happy baby kisses on the cheek. Garrett looks over at me with the glint of competition in his eye. Shit.
Garrett pops his eyes up and blows a kiss to Jane before running toward the door yelling, “Not today!”. Trystan and I chuckle. I hitch my chin toward the giant cooler by the sliding door.
“I’ll bring the beer down.”
Trystan makes a sound with his mouth that reiterates that I am, in fact, beer bitch, and I better not forget my most important task as he steps through the door.
“Be there in a sec!” I holler on my way down the hall toward the rooms. I pass Holly’s room just in time to see her pulling down a more comfortable tee than what she was wearing.
I gulp, thinking about those perfect mounds of flesh underneath begging again for my tongue.
She looks at me with a knowing look before smiling wide.
“Like what you see?”
I fumble for my words, so I just nod, my throat dry.
She struts toward me, backing me up against the hall wall.
“Later, handsome.”
A wolfish grin explodes across my face just before she walks down the hall and disappears around the corner with a wink. I am in big trouble. I step into the room across from hers, since it looks empty, and switch into more comfortable gear for a day of reeling.