Chapter 57
JAX
My heart stops as I open the front door and enter the house.
Music, and not just any music.
Piano music.
A piece I haven’t heard in years.
I move towards the music room, unable to keep the smile from my face.
I pull up short at the doorway.
Dad is sitting next to Kat, and they’re laughing. Dad’s fingers join Kat’s on the keys, and he plays as he did when I was a child.
Kat’s eyes come up and meet mine. She’s glowing. Something I haven’t seen in years.
“Jax.”
Her voice is breathless as she says my name.
They’ve both stopped playing. Dad looks over.
“Hi, Jax,” he says. “Sorry the food’s late. My car had a flat battery. I had to wait for the recovery people.”
I hold up a hand. “It’s fine,” I say, my eyes still locked on Kat.
She grins at me.
“How is it?” I ask.
“I’m a little rusty, but it’s like riding a bike. I can’t believe you have a Steinway in your house. Do you play now?”
Dad’s gaze burns into me. He knows.
“No, I don’t play,” I admit.
Kat’s brows furrow. Then she turns and smiles at David.
“You play?”
“I do, but this isn’t for me,” he says quietly, his gaze meeting mine over her head.
He places a hand on Kat’s forearm. “I better go. I have a million and one jobs that need doing.” Dad gets up quickly and moves away.
“It was lovely to meet you, Kat. Hopefully we can catch up again while you’re here. ”
“I’d like that,” she says. “You can tell me more stories about Jax as a boy.”
What?
Dad walks towards me.
“The food is in the kitchen,” he says quietly.
The look he shoots my way speaks a thousand words.
Tell her.
“’Bye, Jax. ’Bye, Kat.”
He makes the fastest exit I’ve ever seen.
Kat is watching me closely.
The front door closes.
We both remain silent until Dad’s car fires up and the sound of his engine disappears.
Kat closes the fallboard gently before swivelling on the bench.
“I didn’t know your dad played?” Kat asks.
“No,” I say, moving towards her, unable to stop myself.
It’s like she’s pulling me into her orbit.
I stalk towards her.
She stays stock still, her pupils dilating as I approach.
She shifts slightly, making my cock harden.
I want her… no, I need her with every ounce of my being.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Why is there a Steinway in your house?” she asks breathlessly.
“Why do you think?” I challenge, my eyes never leaving hers.
She inhales a shuddering breath.
“I…”
“Lost for words, princess?”
I spin her on the bench until her back is against the piano. I lock my gaze on hers, taking her hands and placing them behind her on the fallboard.
“Don’t move.”
Kat opens her mouth, but I place a finger against her lips.
My hands move to her ankles, sliding up the smooth skin of her legs. They disappear beneath her dress, pushing the material aside.
Kat inhales sharply.
“I was going to feed you first,” I admit. A tiny glimmer of guilt hits me in the stomach. “But, seeing you here, listening to you play. I’ve imagined it so many times.”
Kat groans as my fingers skim her panties, a damp patch already visible through the material.
I blow gently against her heated flesh.
Her fingers contract against the wood, the tips turning white.
I lean forward, my eyes never leaving hers as I suck on the material covering her beautiful pussy.
I move one of her legs over my shoulder, pushing the material to one side, exposing her to my gaze.
I lick her swollen lips from entrance to clit. My tongue swirling around the pebbled point, before repeating the motion over and over, until she’s squirming beneath me.
Kat moans, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her hips rotate, and she leans further back, giving me more access.
I work her hard, using my tongue and teeth, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of the woman who has always rocked my world.
“Jax,” she hisses, as I sink a finger just inside her entrance, followed by a second. I scissor them, stretching her as I know she likes. Her hips undulate, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic. I press them further in and twist, vibrating them against her G-spot.
“Jax,” she screams as her head drops back, her body milking my fingers as her muscles contract hard around me. I pump them gently in and out, my lips locking onto her clit, extending her pleasure until she sags against the piano.
Kat whimpers.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” I say, sitting up and cupping her face.
She smiles through her tears. “Hurt me? No. Break me? Most probably, but in the best of ways.”
I scoop her off the bench and carry her to the sofa, cradling her in my lap.
I wipe her tears with my thumb.
“I’m not a crier,” she says. “Doesn’t really go with the ice queen image.”
“As long as they’re tears of joy, you can cry as much as you like around me. Your secret is safe.”
She rests her head against my shoulder. “They always have. I’ve always been safe with you,” she mutters.
I tighten my arms around her.
She looks up, her hand snaking behind my head, pulling my lips to hers.
It’s my turn to moan.
“I can taste myself on your lips,” she says, pulling out of my arms. “I never thought that was sexy before, but with you…”
She stands up, her eyes never leaving mine as she shimmies out of her panties, letting them drop to the floor.
Her knees hit the sofa on either side of my legs.
She leans forward, her fingers working on my trousers, freeing me from their confines. I lift my hips, as she pushes them down, far enough for my cock to spring free.
When her fingers encase me, sliding up and down, my balls tighten.
“I won’t last,” I say.
Watching her come apart on the bench after weeks of not being able to touch her is more than I can take.
“We can’t have that,” she says, moving forward and positioning her pussy directly above my pulsing cock.
“Kat, I might hurt you,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Doctor said it’s fine. As long as I don’t try swinging from any chandeliers, and stop if there’s any pain. As I haven’t seen a chandelier, I’m taking it I’m safe.”
Before I can say anything, my cock is sinking into her silky depths.
I let out a sharp breath, her muscles squeezing me as her body stretches around me, welcoming me into its silky warmth.
“You feel so good,” she says, her head dropping back as I sink further into her body.
When I’m fully seated, Kat’s eyes once again meet mine.
She cups my face, her lips capturing mine. Her dress is spread out around us. “I’ve missed you. Missed this.”
“I need to see you,” I say against her lips.
She leans back and pulls her dress over her head, throwing it to one side. Her bra remains, along with a vertical red scar from her operation.
I unclip her bra, allowing her breasts to spill free. I lean forward, drawing one puckered nipple into my mouth.
Kat rocks on my cock. Her hands come up to clasp my head to her chest.
I torment one, before moving to the other.
Moving forward, I turn us until Kat is sitting on the sofa and I’m kneeling between her legs, keeping my weight off her stomach, I slide back between her silky lips, moving backwards and forwards, in and out, twisting my hips.
I move slowly and gently. I know the doctor said six weeks, and we’re on the borderline.
The last thing I want is for Kat to have complications.
We go slow, savouring each other, each movement.
Pressure builds in my balls.
Kat’s muscles contract around me, and she lets out a gasp.
My balls tighten, and I drop my gaze, watching as my cock picks up pace, sliding in and out, glistening in the light, coated in Kat’s desire. I continue to move as my body shudders, releasing cum deep into her body.
When my orgasm subsides, I drop my forehead to hers.
“That was…”
My throat is tight.
She runs her fingers through my hair.
I withdraw slowly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. That was beautiful and just what I, we needed.”
She cups my cheek, and I grab some tissues, cleaning her up.
“I need to get you some food,” I say, rocking back on my heels.
She smiles as I hand her her bra, panties, and dress.
As Kat gets changed, I move into the kitchen and begin preparing us some lunch, although it’s already mid-afternoon.
“This was the house?”
I turn to find Kat leaning against the doorframe. Her expression is questioning.
When I don’t say anything, she pushes off and walks further into the room, looking around herself.
“This was the house we designed in my notebook that weekend.”
I smile, my chest feeling lighter than it has in years.
“It is,” I say, my heart rate picking up.
She remembered.
Will this freak her out?
It was the weekend everyone was away, or so I’d thought. We spent our days making love, snuggled beneath my duvet, only getting up to eat, before falling back into each other’s arms.
We’d discussed plans for our future that weekend. It was when I’d told Kat that once we graduated, we could shout our relationship from the rooftop, but it was too risky beforehand, unsure how Elijah and the rest of her family would take it.
We spent hours planning out our future home. Discussed the must-haves, nice to haves, and definitely nots.
I’d wanted the dressing room and en-suite, and Kat had wanted a music room with her own Steinway.
I watch as her memory kicks in.