Chapter 37
Ethan
Iwake with Jackson’s arm around my neck, fingers in my hair, cheek pressed to my shoulder, leg between mine. So fucking clingy.
Dusky morning light filters through the blinds, and I lift my head to find Reece and Aurora in a similar position, both asleep. Danny must have worn him out last night; Reece is usually the first one up.
An interesting fact I learned about the former soldier—he’ll only sleep closest to the door, even at his sister’s house. That leaves me on the opposite side of the bed.
I turn and nuzzle Jax. He smells so fucking good, musky and enticing, and my semi-erect cock takes notice, thickening between us.
He wraps a leg over my waist and presses into me, his own arousal hard and ready. “Mmm,” he groans, raspy with sleep.
I place kisses along his sharp jawline. “Morning, baby.”
His lips curve into a lazy smile, and he grinds his erection against mine. “Missed me?”
“Always so smug.” I brush my thumb across his bottom lip.
He catches it between his teeth then sucks it into his mouth, and my cock jerks. The brat has trained my dick to expect to come multiple times a day. How did this become my life?
“Keep that up, and I’ll stuff your mouth with something else.” I envision rolling on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head, and…I don’t know. Whatever he’ll let me do, I guess.
He releases my thumb, snakes his hand down between us, and palms my cock through my boxer briefs. “Promise?”
I devour him in a hungry kiss, sliding my hand under his shirt to trace the ridges and valleys of cut muscle. Our tongues intertwine, and he moans softly, rocking his hips.
I break the kiss to glance at Aurora and Reece, still dead to the world, and slip beneath the waistband of his boxers to fist his length. “Shower with me,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I don’t want the marker to wash off before we get tattoos.”
Shit. I forgot about today’s bachelor tattoo party while the girls are at the salon. Now I really need him, need the release. “I took pictures. Can’t they use those?” Jesus, I sound whiny, desperate.
His breath hitches as I stroke him, my thumb gliding through his precum.
“Please,” I beg, only for him.
Before he can respond, Reece’s husky voice interrupts us. “Yes, please go into the bathroom. Anywhere but here.”
The moment we’re naked and the water is heated, I push Jax against the shower wall, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss. His fingers grasp my waist, pulling me impossibly close. Our bodies align perfectly—hard cocks sliding against each other, creating friction with every movement.
I grip both our shafts in one hand, stroking us together. “This okay?” I bite the sensitive spot below his ear. This is still new to me. With Jax, I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Fuck yes.” His head falls back, his wet hair darkened, water droplets clinging to his long lashes.
I quicken my pace, transfixed by his pleasure—those wicked green eyes half-lidded, those perfect lips parted. I’m tempted to get on my knees for him, just to witness him shatter, but again, I’m the rookie here.
Though he seemed to enjoy my mouth last time. A blow job is a blow job, right?
No, definitely not. He and Aurora have proven otherwise.
His hands move up my body, over my shoulders, and tangle in my hair. He thrusts into my fist and whimpers, actually whimpers, and I nearly lose it then and there.
My chest aches with something beyond lust at the sight of him coming undone for me. He’s fucking mesmerizing—all sharp angles, six-pack abs flexing with each roll of his hips, water cascading down his defined muscles.
“Goddamnit, you’re beautiful.” I tighten my grip and rest my forehead on his. “Give it to me. Come for me, baby.”
His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide. My free hand reaches around to grab his ass, fingertips dangerously close to places we haven’t discussed, and that’s all it takes.
His entire body tenses, his fist clutches my hair. “Ethan—fuck—” He comes with a cry gritted between his teeth and spurts hot cum all over my fingers and cock.
My name on his lips sends me careening over the edge. My balls draw up tight as my orgasm tears through me and steals my breath. I follow him with a guttural groan, my release joining his.
We stand there panting, our foreheads pressed together, the water streaming over our shoulders. Feelings and emotions hit me hard, and all I can think is…fuck, I love him. I really love him.
I want this every day. The more time I spend alone with him, the less I want to go back to coaching him, to pretending and hiding.
“We should stop,” I blurt out for absolutely no reason. I know damn well I’m not stopping this. I’d let him ruin my life, happily.
He knows it, too. He gives me that cocky smirk I’ve grown to love. “Whatever you want, Coach.”
I glide my hand up his stomach, rubbing our mixed release onto his skin, although it’s only washing down the drain. “What if I wasn’t your coach?” My heart pounds from more than blowing my load, and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
He stiffens. “Don’t say that.”
I pull back to meet his gaze. “I’m being serious, Jax. We can’t—”
“I won’t play for anyone else.” He cuts me off, a stubborn glint in his eyes, the muscles in his jaw bunching.
I was going to save this for New York, but I’m having some sort of post-sex breakdown.
“You can and you will if you want to be together.”
We can’t hide this. It’s impossible. And no matter how hard he tries to convince me otherwise, he can’t control himself. Being together and on the same team affects his mental health and his performance on the ice.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he straightens to his full height. “What are you talking about? You love coaching.”
“I love you.” Wholeheartedly. Unconditionally. He’s broken me.
“Hockey is your life.”
I shake my head. “Hockey isn’t my life. You’re my life. Aurora is my life. This family is my life.”
“You could win the Stanley Cup.” He places his hand over his heart. “I can give you that.”
“I’d rather be yours.” Emotion tightens my throat, and I force myself to swallow. “I’d rather be with Aurora. I’d rather be a father.”
His eyes glisten, his brows furrowed. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.” My decision was made during the flight, but seeing Jax cuddling a toddler…that sealed it. I’ve lost my damn mind, but this is what I want. Them. The house, the kids. I want to hold my son proudly in the arena with Jax’s hand in mine. Always.
“What happened?”
Despite his heartbreak, I can’t help but chuckle. “You. You happened, baby boy. You and Aurora.”