Chapter 12 Time to Clear the Room
time to clear the room
Morgan
I can’t believe that I just proposed that Jax and I make out.
It’s the alcohal talking, I swear it is. I’m a little more bold when I’m drinking, and all this fake relationship stuff is possibly getting me thinking that it’s no longer fake, but becoming something more.
Sure, it would be more logical to ask the rest of the guys to leave. But what’s the fun in that? Plus, I would be kissing, like really kissing Jax Carr, my best friend, the huge football stud of San Francisco, my fake boyfriend.
“Just think of me as a complete stranger.” I tell him.
“Except you are anything but that. But, let’s go for it.” He agrees.
Internally, I’m throwing my fist up in the air in celebration with a silent yes!
I breath in deeply and round the edge, slide my around his middle and he does the same. My heart is thudding against my ribcage.
“Here we go.” He says quietly as he leans down.
His lips are soft and gentle as the brush lightly against mine.
My eyes flutter closed while I grip the back of his shirt.
I angle my head opposite his as his tongue and mine meet, tentatively at first. He slips his hand into my hair as his other warm wraps tightly around my waist pulling me against him.
The kiss deepens as I moan into his mouth.
I’m not sure how long we stood in the kitchen kissing, but it was enough time for someone in the other room to notice.
A throat clears.
“Hey guys, we’re going to clear out of here.” Franco, one of my neighbors say.
Jax and I pull away from one another. Our eyes are still on the other, fire burning in our gazes, before we turn our attention to the my friends.
“Oh shit, sorry guys. We got a little carried away.”
“Yeah, looked to us that you were one step away from fucking on the island. So, uh, we’ll get out of here to let you two proceed.” Jenny laughs. “Jax, it was great to finally meet you. I hope we get to hang out a little more.”
“Yeah, me too.” He steps beside me, and drapes his arm across my shoulder.
His scent fills my senses, and my stomach does flips with his nearness.
I walk my friends to the door, and lock it behind them. I press myself against the door for a moment to regulate myself before walking down the hallway to the kitchen. Jax stands at the island, both of his hands are flat on the surface.
I wish I knew what he was thinking right now. I’m sure he is thinking the same thing about me.
I walk up to the island and his eyes meet mine. The same fire is burning that was there a few moments ago in the presence of my friends.
“Hey.” I say.
“I don’t know if it’s the alcohal talking, but that was an intense kiss.” He admits.
“It was,” I agree.
“And I don’t know if it’s the alcohal talking, but I want to do it again.”
I don’t know who moved first. If it was him or myself.
But we were wrapped up in one another again.
His lips crashing against mine as our tongues danced together, as our arms moved around and pulled at the clothes between us.
Our breaths became one as we moved from the kitchen to the couch in the living room.
Without breaking apart, I’m lowered onto the large couch cushions with him above me, kissing me, with his body weight lightly grazing my body.
This kiss is a mix between a frenzy and taking your time.
It’s an exploratory kiss as well as something that resembles familiarity.
I push him away and into a sitting position, then throw one leg over his body as I sit astride.
My hands move to the back of the couch, gripping the edges as his squeeze my waist. I am hovering over his lap, knowing that if I make contact, we will cross a line that cannot be undone.
But isn’t that what’s happening right now?
No one is around to be witness to us kissing.
This is just for ourselves right now. We’re adding fuel to the fire of something that is unspoken between us, and God, do I like it.
Fuck it. If he wanted me to stop, he would.
As we continue to kiss, slowly, I lower myself.
His hands move from my waist to my back.
One hand on my lower back and the other moving up my spine as the hardness underneath me makes contact with my center.
My hips roll slightly, eliciting a groan from him as his hold on me tightens.
I lift lightly, then push my center down harder, rolling my hips back and forth on his length.
Fuck, he feels delicious.
“Morgs. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says into the kiss.
“No one is taking advantage. If you want to stop, we can.”
“Should we stop?” he asks, pulling apart.
I take a deep breath. “I don’t want to.” I whisper.
“Fuck, neither do I.” He growls.
Our lips fuse and the kiss grows quickly. His hand moves from my back to my side and up as he grabs my breast. He squeezes as my hip rolls slowly back, then forward just as slowly.
I lean back slightly, my hips still pressing against him as I cross my arms over my chest and pull my shirt over my head, then move back into him and kissing him with a fierceness as his hand finds my breast again.
I’m not sure how long we sit on the couch making out. What I do know is that I don’t want to stop.
As much as I wanted to sleep together last night, we did not.
We moved from the couch to my bedroom, but the only other piece of clothing that came off was Jax’s shirt, until we decided to go to sleep.
We slept in the same bed, we spooned most of the night, and yes, I did wake up with my head on his chest and his arm pulling me tightly against him.
I’m still lying in that position right now. I don’t want to move out of the bed or away from him, not just yet. I don’t have any appointments this morning, and from what I recall him saying last night, he doesn’t have to be at training until later this afternoon.
Jax’s hand tightens on my arm as he squeezes me to him while he wakes. I move my head to rest on my hand and look up at him. His eyes are open and a lazy smirk is on his face.
“Morning,” he says.
“Morning.” I repeat.
“This isn’t weird, right?” he asks for clarification.
“I mean, it can be if we make it.” I reply.
“Last night was different. But in a good way,” he clears his throat and places his other hand behind his head. “I wasn’t expecting any of it to happen, but I’m glad that it did.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. My mind has been fucking with me the past few days.” He admits.
“Like how?”
“I think the fake relationship thing has been confusing. You’re one of my best friends, that’s a fact.
But I never thought that we would ever go to anything more.
Then we sorta did, but it was all for show.
Then last night, a switch flipped and something felt different.
A good different. But also like a dream, until I woke up a little while ago and you were still in my arms.”
“And now?”
“Am I presuming too much?”
“No. It’s been a little confusing for me too. But I think deep down, I’ve always wondered what if between you and I. We’ve grown up together. We’ve seen one another in all the stages of our lives and I think that maybe this is one that’s worth exploring.” I admit.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, haven’t you? Haven’t you ever wondered what if we went own a different road together?”
“Yeah, I think every guy does at some point in a friendship. But I had no idea that you did. Where does that leave us now?”
“Honestly, why don’t we just go with the flow?”
“Go with the flow. You’re going to need to be a little more to the point. I’m a guy, remember.”
“Why don’t we not put any definition to it. To the public, we’re together, like really together. In love and all that shit. Behind closed doors, we are trying to figure out what we are.”
“Okay. I think that is possible. What time do you have to be out of the house and do anything?”
“I have a meeting at one, other than that, I’m free.”
“Want to roll around a little in bed, then go to breakfast?” he grins.
“Jax Carr!” I fake being shocked.
“What? Just because we’re doing whatever we’re doing, doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop being truthful and honest with you. I want to make out some more, and I’m sure we’ll work up a little bit of an appetite doing so.”