Chapter Seventeen
Jax
I closed the door of my beach house behind me, the silence enveloping me after the day I'd spent with Estelle and the kids. Her scent still lingered on my clothes, citrusy and driving me insane.
I inhaled deeply, letting the memory of her wash over me as I moved through the darkened rooms. Elsie had left with Avery to help Jovie watch the kids tomorrow, leaving the house empty.
My body hummed with a restless energy I already knew the cause of.
Estelle Moore. The name was like a drug in my system, and I was hopelessly addicted. I couldn't stop seeing her, how she'd looked in that black swimsuit, her careful poise and limbs, her skin warm in the evening sun.
How she’d melted under my touch behind the waterfall, soft moans echoing in my ears.
And then the way she’d sucked my thumb. I’d been hard as steel since I saw her in the bathing suit. The same bathing suit I bought that very same morning, and ensured was the only one her size in that drawer.
My poor balls were suffering.
I made my way to the master bedroom, shrugging off my shirt as I went. The room still held traces of her presence—a strand of brown hair in the bathroom where she’d changed, and hidden in my drawer, the panties she’d unknowingly left behind.
My heart raced as I approached it, feeling like a teenager about to commit some illicit act rather than a grown man in his own fucking home.
I'd arranged for her replacement underwear while we were in the pool.
All it took was a quick text to my security team to buy a matching pair, a seamless switch.
Of course, only Elsie handled her actual panties, and even that was already more than I’d have liked, but compromises had to be made when it came to having my princess’ panties in my hands.
I slowly unwrapped the towel Elsie wrapped them in, revealing the simple grey cotton panties she'd worn beneath her dress. Nothing fancy, nothing like the lace and silk that usually found their way into my bedroom. Just plain cotton, practical and durable, like everything else about her.
Yet my hands trembled as I held them, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
“This fucking girl,” I muttered, bringing them to my face and inhaling deeply. Her scent filled my lungs, feminine and strong from her workday, with a hint of something musky and intimate. I groaned, my eyes closing involuntarily.
The image of her lips around my thumb flashed behind my eyelids.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my movements urgent, driven by a need I couldn't remember feeling before. Not just lust, but something primal. A need to mark her as mine.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The pool deck called to me—the hot tub would be perfect under the stars, with nothing but the ocean breeze and my obsession for company .
The infinity pool glowed turquoise in the darkness as I stepped onto the deck, completely naked. The cool night air hit my heated skin, making every nerve ending come alive.
The contrast was intoxicating—the chill of the ocean breeze against my burning flesh, the way it made my cock even harder, more sensitive against my abs.
The hot tub beckoned, steam rising into the star-filled sky. Beyond the infinity edge, the Atlantic stretched endlessly, waves crashing against the sand below in a rhythm that matched my thundering pulse.
The privacy of my estate meant no one could see me, could witness what I was about to do, but the thrill was still there.
I slipped into the heated water with a sigh that echoed across the empty deck. The temperature was perfect against my skin, the jets massaging muscles that felt coiled tight with need.
Her panties were clutched in one hand, my phone in the other, the screen casting an eerie glow in the darkness.
My fingers moved, accessing her security app. The cameras came online, grainy but clear enough to see into her living room, the same cramped space where I’d nearly lost control just an hour ago.
The same room where I'd backed her against the wall. The same narrow hallway where she'd sucked my thumb with that naughty glint in her eyes.
The apartment was softly lit, and there she was—Estelle, curled up on that couch in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, her laptop in her lap. She looked so vulnerable, completely unaware that I was watching her every move.
Completely unaware that I was naked in my hot tub, stroking myself to the sight of her.
I brought her panties to my face again, inhaling deeply as I wrapped my other hand around my aching cock. My fingers circled the base, the heavy gold rings I wore rubbing against the sensitive skin, adding delicious friction that made my hips jerk involuntarily .
Each stroke was punctuated by the cold metal sliding over heated flesh, a sensation that drove me crazier with every pass.
The cool night and heated water, the jets pulsing against my back, the knowledge that I was completely exposed under the stars—it all heightened the desperate need coursing through me.
"Estelle," I groaned low, the sound carried away by the wind and waves. I stroked myself slowly, savoring the build, watching as she typed on the keyboard, completely oblivious to my obsession.
On screen, she shifted position, tucking her legs under her, revealing more of her bare thigh. The sight sent fire through my veins, my hand moving faster as I imagined those legs wrapped around my waist, her small body pressed against mine in this very water.
The ocean stretched endlessly behind me, waves crashing in a primal rhythm that matched my movements. The cool air made my skin hypersensitive, every touch of the water against my heated flesh sending pleasure through my system.
I pressed her panties to my mouth, tasting the fabric, tasting her, and the hint of her essence combined with the salt air made me dizzy with want.
My free hand moved desperately now, imagining her here with me, her hair slicked back with water, those perfectly small breasts pressed against my skin.
She stood up, stretching, and the shirt pulled taut over her little nipples. I bucked helplessly into my fist, the movement sending water higher up my chest.
"Fuck," I panted, watching as she moved around her tiny living room, straightening cushions, unaware of the effect she was having on me. The same room where I'd held her against the wall, where she'd looked up at me with honey eyes full of desire.
She sat back down, this time facing more toward the camera, and I could see her profile clearly. The delicate line of her neck, the way her hair fell across her shoulder, the gentle cross of her legs beneath her.
How I'd wanted to spread those legs, to taste the sweetness between them, to make her cry out my name in that quiet, reserved voice.
I imagined her small breasts in my hands, how perfectly I could envelop them, how much I wanted to bite them and soothe the peaks with my tongue until she forgot every insecurity.
I groaned, the sound lost to the crashing waves below, as my hand moved faster, desperate to reach the edge. The sensation of the rings against my skin was addictive, a wicked reminder of who I was—and who I wanted her to know I was.
"Mine," I snarled, fucking into my fist as I came hard, my vision whiting out as ropes of cum mixed with the churning water. Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, like a promise, like a threat, carried away by the ocean breeze.
The waves crashed below as I caught my breath, the sound mixing with my ragged breathing. I stayed in the hot tub longer than necessary, watching her dark apartment on my phone screen, the cool air making my skin tingle as the water continued to pulse around me.
I carefully set her panties aside on the deck's edge, already planning to add them to my collection.
A collection of exactly one, because no other woman had ever affected me this way. No other woman had ever made me feel this desperate, this possessive, this completely obsessed.
The stars reflected in the infinity pool as I finally climbed out, water streaming down my naked body. The ocean breeze hit my heated skin, making me shiver as I stood there dripping, watching her on the screen.
I dried off lazily, my mind already drifting ahead to tomorrow night. Our date. The first of many, if I had anything to say about it. And I always got what I wanted.
I moved through my nightly routine on autopilot, my thoughts never straying far from Estelle.
In bed, I stared at the ceiling, sleep eluding me despite the physical satisfaction I'd just experienced.
The house felt empty now, echoing with the ghosts of laughter and conversation that had filled it earlier. I wanted her here, in my bed, her smaller body curled against mine .
I wanted to wake up to her sleepy eyes and tousled hair. I wanted to feed her breakfast, to watch her eat food I'd prepared with my own hands.
I'd been waiting my entire life to find her, claim her, and make her mine. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.