Chapter 43
KAT
The need to get out and breathe fresh air is intense, despite the late hour.
The house is silent as I make my way downstairs. All my siblings, their partners and guests are tucked away in their rooms.
For me, hours spent partnering with Jax have left me restless. My nerve endings have been firing all evening, knowing he’s so close, and yet completely out of reach. All by my own doing.
Pulling on a woollen dress and grabbing my thickest fleece, I head outside. I may be overheating now, but once in the gardens, I know the crisp, cool air will hit me, and I’ll need it.
Unlocking the back door, and then relocking it, I pocket the key. Thankful, solar lights illuminate my path. Mum had them added years ago. I know she likes to go for a midnight wander, especially after Dad passed. The garden was their passion outside Dad’s work.
I make my way past the orangery and through the walled garden, running a finger over the naked branches. The majority of plants are hibernating, but, like every year, in a couple of months, this place will breathe new life into itself, ready for summer.
I stop, something drawing my attention.
Water. A splash, followed by a splosh, reaches me. Memories of Jax, Eli, and Zach racing one another, their powerful arms cutting through the water.
Who?
I make my way through the garden to the pool, pulling my fleece closer.
Underwater lights reflect off the tiles, giving them an ethereal, blue glow in the darkness. A mist rises above the water where warm meets cold. Strong arms cut, almost silently through the water, the noise coming only from the ripples hitting the side.
I should leave, but I find I’m rooted to the spot. Watching Jax swim is mesmerising. It always has been.
In the sea, I could not see his true form, the gentle tilt and sway of his body, the flexing of his muscles. My skin grows hot despite the coolness of the two AM air.
I drop myself onto one of the sun loungers and watch. Drawing my legs up and under my long dress, protecting them against the chill in the air.
Jax continues up and down. The man is a machine. I don’t know how long he’s been going, but he shows no sign of stopping. Until he does.
His hands come up and grip the sides, instead of performing another perfect tumble turn.
He drops his head back in the water before ripping off his goggles and placing them on the side.
I sink back against the bed.
“What are you doing here, Kat?” he asks without looking at me.
I lean forward and hug my knees.
“I went for a walk and heard someone in the pool. It’s dangerous to swim alone, especially at night after you’ve been drinking.”
He turns his head, water trailing from his hair down his face.
He smiles.
“I had two drinks, as you well know. As for swimming alone, I’ve been doing this since the beginning.”
He rests his palms on the side of the pool and pulls himself out in one swift movement. Most people would be incapable of doing so after the gruelling swim he’s just put his muscles through, but there isn’t even a wobble.
Smooth skin appears, only snug trunks preserving his dignity.
He steps forward and grabs the towel from the end of the sun lounger next to me.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“You?”
He ignores my question, picking up another towel and wiping the droplets running down his face, before towel-drying his hair.
The wind begins to pick up, a sign that a storm might be coming in. The weatherman predicted one was on the way.
The first large drop of rain hits, then another and another. Unlike in the Maldives, this rain is icy cold, enough to steal my breath.
I jump up, grab Jax’s clothes and run barefoot towards the summerhouse at the end of the pool. When Eli took up swimming, Mum and Dad had it built so he and his friends could shower and get changed here instead of dripping all over the house.
I grab the key from under the plant pot. After the door got left open last summer, and the glass smashed in the wind, Mum had a lock installed. Now we are all under strict instructions to lock up after ourselves.
My body tingles as Jax appears at my back. I throw open the door, as the heavens open and the first flash of lightning hits, followed quickly by a roll of thunder.
We step inside. The atmosphere is cool, but at least we’re dry. I close the door, ensuring I hear the click as the handle engages.
The sauna and steam room lights glow in the darkness, letting me know they’re on. Not surprising, as Elijah and Gabriel have been home all week and swim daily. Little Callum takes after his dad and uncle, and is a total water baby even in the winter months.
“That was close,” I say.
Jax laughs. “I’m already wet, so a little bit of rain wasn’t going to scare me off.”
Another clap of thunder rumbles overhead, and I shiver.
“No, but your clothes were dry. I can throw them back outside if you like.”
“That’s okay. They can stay. Thank you for rescuing them,” he says.
A sudden flush of warmth spreads from my core outward, as I find myself inhaling the scent that’s all Jax. I close my eyes before I can stop myself.
Shit!
I place them on the bench and step away, warmth flooding my cheeks.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” Jax says suddenly, heading towards the partition that houses the shower unit.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The water starts up, and my breath quickens.
The sound changes as he steps beneath the flow.
I picture Jax pushing down his trunks, kicking them off.
The cap of a bottle clicks as he opens it, visions of him running his hands over taut abs, cupping his beautiful, thick cock have my heart pounding, and my pussy throbbing.
My body grows wet, my clothes suddenly chafing against my sensitive skin.
I rip off my hoodie before sliding my dress up and over my head.
I left my bra off, not expecting to see anyone. I slide my lace panties down my legs, leaving them in a pile with the rest of my clothes.
This is a bad idea.
I round the corner of the shower to find Jax’s hands flat against the wall, his head dropped down, water spraying off his back.
His cock stands proud against his stomach.
I suck in a breath.
He must sense me as he turns his head, his eyes opening, water streaming down his face.
He pushes off the wall, turning to face me.
“What are you doing, Kat?” he asks, his voice gruff.
I bite my lip.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
I take a tentative step forward, only to have his hands reach out and pull me firmly against him.
Our eyes lock before he lowers his head.
His lips touch mine, and I open for him instantly.
A moan fills the air, his or mine, I don’t know, but the air is filled with the sound of our pleasure. Jax’s mouth leaves mine, travelling across my cheek and down my throat, sucking on the spot where my neck and collarbone meet.
My hips jerk forward, pressing against his aroused cock. I grind my pulsating core against him. Wanting, no needing him with a desperation I’ve never felt before. Whatever happened in the Maldives has changed me. It’s like I’m suffocating without him.
Water continues to cascade over us.
My fingers sink into his hair, clasping him closer as his mouth moves lower. He draws my hardened nipple into his mouth, and I instantly miss the pressure of his cock. My body is alive, it screams for pressure, more friction.
I groan in frustration.
Jax smiles against my skin, his hand moving lower, cupping the area that aches the most. His mouth torments my breasts while his fingers move across my silken, swollen skin.
I throw back my head and let out a groan, spreading my legs wider, angling my core and clit against the object of my desire.
Jax’s moan vibrates against my skin as his fingers draw teasing circles over my swollen lips and clit. My hips take on a life of their own, thrusting backwards and forwards, trying to get traction.
“Fuck, Kat.”
He moans against my skin before taking my other nipple in his mouth and giving it equal attention. He slides one of his fingers just inside my entrance, teasing the sensitive skin while his thumb torments my clit, circling but not quite touching the hard bud of nerves.
I sink my fingers into the skin on his shoulders, dragging him up and forward, making him stand. Our eyes meet, holding each other’s gaze, before our lips once again join.
I wrap one of my legs around his hip, pulling him firmly against me, rubbing my slick centre up and down his rock-hard cock, my desire coating him. His fingers trapped between us, driving me higher.
I bite his bottom lip, earning myself a moan, before drawing it into my mouth and sucking it.
Jax’s hips rock forward.
He pulls away sharply and spins me around, pressing my hands against the wall of the tiles, moving in behind me, his front crowded against my back, his hands resting over mine.
He nips at my earlobe, blowing gently. My hips tilt back against him, my arse cheeks cradling his cock.
He moves his hands, gripping my hips, and I groan at the feel of his cock sliding down and between my thighs.
I drop my head back against his shoulder as the head of his cock breaches my entrance.
Jax nips my earlobe. “Are you ready?” he says, my pussy contracting sharply at his tone.
I turn my face towards him, biting my lip.
He smirks and presses down on my back, bending me forward before thrusting into my pulsing depths.
I grunt, angling myself forward to take more and more of him. The stretch and burn of his invasion raises my body temperature to fever pitch. The feeling of fullness, the knowledge he’s buried deep in my pussy leaves me panting, a desperation sweeping my system.
“Yes.”
I mewl, spreading my legs wider, giving him more access.
Jax slides in further, and my body welcomes him. He pauses before pulling out and thrusting back in, then sliding in and back out, repeatedly. I turn my head, his eyes glued on where our bodies are joined.
“I love watching my cock get devoured by your pussy,” he says, slamming home before withdrawing slowly. “Your body is sucking me in like it never wants me to leave.”
“It doesn’t,” I admit breathlessly. “It wants you buried in me forever.”
I hiss as he changes the angle, his cock hitting my G-spot until I see stars.
“Have. You. Missed. This?”
He pants, thrusting in and out, until we’re a panting mess.
“Yes,” I shriek, as his hand snakes around, finding my swollen and throbbing bunch of nerves. I suck in a breath as his fingers begin their torment. The pressure of my orgasm building almost instantly in my lower body.
“Please, Jax,” I beg, my lips quivering.
My emotions are riding me as never before.
“Slowly, princess,” he whispers against my ear, sliding almost all the way out before slamming back into me.
“Feel what you’ve done to me. How hard I am for you.
” He rotates his hips, driving his point home.
He nips my earlobe again. “When I come, Kat. I’m going to paint the inside of your sweet pussy with so much of my cum, it’s going to be dripping out of you for days. You won’t be able to forget tonight.”
My eyes roll back in my head as he takes his time, driving me almost to the point of no return before pulling back and starting up again, his body truly savouring mine.
His fingers are moving through and around my lips and clit. Stretching my entrance around his cock.
I bite down on the inside of my mouth to stop myself from crying out.
My muscles begin to clench.
Jax withdraws his hands, his cock buried deep inside me. He grips one of my hands that is still against the wall.
“Not yet,” he whispers against my throat, his lips moving against my sensitive skin.
One hand leaves mine and cups my breast, tweaking and pulling first one, then my other nipple.
I try to move away from him, but he wraps an arm tight around my waist to stop me.
His hand slides south once again, finding my bud of nerves, his cock in and out, pumping hard and fast. The pressure builds deep in my core, and before I have a chance to think, my muscles are contracting and I’m falling into the abyss.
Lights flash behind my eyes as I come harder than I ever have before.
Jax continues to move in and out before slamming in deep.
I feel his cock pulse, his cum emptying deep inside me, just as he promised.
My muscles milk him dry, sending me into another instant orgasm.
By the time Jax’s head rests between my shoulder blades, we’re both panting hard. His arms wrap tightly around my waist, stopping me from collapsing in a heap on the shower floor.
Jax moves, standing upright, his cock slipping from deep within my pussy.
My muscles contract, wanting to maintain the stretch, the pressure.
A warm liquid trickles down my leg. I look down at the white milky liquid, evidence of what we’ve just done.
Jax groans, dropping to his knees, his fingers sliding through the white, sticky mess.
“Do you know how sexy this is?” he whispers, pressing his lips against the skin of my lower back.
I turn in his arms, so his mouth is now against my stomach.
He looks up at me, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed.
His eyes don’t leave mine as his tongue snakes out, lapping at my clit.
Hot water continues to run off us.
His fingers move up my thigh, finding my entrance, pushing the escaping liquid back into my body.
I drop back against the shower wall, the ice-cold tiles steal my breath, but I’m lost in Jaxson and his magical fingers as they continue their torment.