Chapter 26 - Taevin
Then
“T, what are you doing? That is definitely not how to bait a hook,” Jax admonishes as I nearly cut my finger trying to bait this stupid worm.
“Well, then help me,” I tell him, completely exasperated by this whole experience.
Jackson woke me up at nearly the crack of dawn to “go on an adventure” as he put it.
I was surprised when he drove us to a lake about twenty miles out of town where his family keeps their three boats docked.
And when I asked him why they’d possibly need three boats, he looked at me as if I were being unreasonable considering they apparently need different boats for fishing, wakeboarding, and then his parents have a pontoon.
When I pointed out that the only other time I’d ever fished was while I was on a pontoon, he just rolled his eyes.
“Give it here,” he says, gesturing for me to hand him the pole.
He looks at it skeptically, and shakes his head before bringing the line in his mouth and biting the clear material in half.
The move is not sexual, and I absolutely shouldn’t find it hot, but for whatever reason I can’t seem to get enough of my husband.
I’m caught up in the newlywed haze, where I find every little thing Jackson does hot.
Like the way his deft fingers work to thread and tie on the new bobber and hook he took out of his tackle box.
Or the way he again brings the line to his mouth to pull it tight with his teeth.
Something is seriously wrong with me if I’m acting this depraved when he’s already given me an orgasm this morning in his truck when I started whining over going fishing at the ungodly hour.
Without even looking at me, Jax shakes his head and mutters, “If you keep looking at me like that, woman, we’re never going to catch our lunch.”
“I’m not even hungry,” I inform him.
“Yeah, I know. You’re just thirsty as hell if the way you’re ogling me from over there is anything to go off of.”
“Ha ha,” I mock, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes for good measure.
“How long will it take us to get back to my house? I have an appointment this afternoon at two, remember?” I ask, remembering how long it took us to find his secret fishing spot that he swore up and down we’d catch a ton of fish at, but I haven’t caught anything.
Though clearly the fish are biting because they keep managing to eat the worms off my hook.
“There you go. All fixed up,” Jax says, handing me back the pole now all ready to go. I take it from him and he says, “To answer your question, it’ll probably take us an hour and a half, maybe closer to two if there are a lot of boats trying to dock at the same time as us.”
I look down at my watch and bite the inside of my cheek as I try to calculate when we need to head out. “We should probably only fish for another half hour or so then,” I tell him.
“Sounds good, baby,” he says as he swivels on his chair to grab his pole and then stands to cast his line. Again, something that is not overtly sexy whatsoever shouldn’t have me clenching my thighs together, but here I am trying to find relief anyway possible.
I stand up, giving it my best attempt at casting my line out. When I finally feel a strong tug on my line a few minutes later, I squeal in delight, “Bear! I think I’ve got one!”
Jax sets his pole down and makes his way over to me, standing at my back and wrapping his arms around me. “You’ve gotta set the hook like this,” he explains as he helps me sharply yank back the pole before helping me reel it in.
“This has quite a bit of drag on the line,” he says like I’d know whatever that means. “You’re doing so good, baby. Keep going, just like that,” Jax praises, and I stop momentarily as a chill works its way down my spine because the way he said that just turned me all the way on.
Clearing my throat, I resume reeling and I do a happy dance when I see there’s still a fish on the line. “J, look! I’m actually going to catch one!” I squeak as I lift the line out of the water.
“Holy shit, you got a smallmouth.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” I mutter.
“Bass. A smallmouth bass,” he emphasizes.
“Right. I obviously knew that,” I attempt to lie, though my laughter is a dead giveaway.
Jax makes quick work of unhooking the fish and holding it up to me with his thumb in the fish’s mouth.
“Here, hold it up and let me get a picture of you with it,” he tells me as he sets the slimy fish in my hands and I nearly throw it out of the boat before he can grab his phone to take the picture.
Once he’s satisfied with the number of pictures he takes, he takes the fish from me and places it back in the water.
“Hey, I thought you said that was going to be our lunch.”
“I didn’t think you’d catch a bass. But now that you’ve caught one, I’ll just drive us back now and that way we’ll have enough time for me to take you out to lunch before your appointment,” he says.
I help him put our poles away and watch as he takes off his baseball hat to run his fingers through his hair.
When he puts it back on but turns it backward, I’m officially feral for him.
That, in combination with the way he manspreads in the captain’s seat with one hand on the wheel and pats his thigh with the other, gesturing for me to take a seat, has me wanting to drop to my knees right here in the middle of the lake.
Biting my bottom lip to hold in the moan that threatens to escape from how freaking sexy he is, I take a seat on his thigh but he adjusts me, placing me right in his lap where I can feel how turned on he is as well.
Jax’s thick hands grasp my waist, raking me up and down his hard length, turning me on so badly and causing my nipples to pebble beneath my tank top.
“Take the wheel, T. But first, take off your shorts. You’ve got a swimsuit underneath, right?” he rasps the question, and the gravel in his voice causes full body goosebumps.
I nod and slip out of my shorts before taking my seat in his lap again, and when I do, he’s quick to slide his fingers just beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
Jax starts the boat with one hand and we take off just as he traces my clit with his fingers before going lower and sliding one inside my pussy and then adding a second shortly thereafter.
I can’t concentrate on driving, though thankfully we’re practically trolling with how slow we’re going and it’s just a matter of steering us in the direction we need to go to get to the dock.
From this angle, with the way he’s sitting behind me, his palm rubs deliciously over my clit, and when he hears my moans of approval, he applies more pressure.
“I’m so close!” I pant breathlessly.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he praises, and that causes me to clench tightly around his fingers as they work in and out of me.
“Fuck,” Jax rasps before biting the back of my shoulder, and I can’t hold in the gasp that slips out as he begins working his hand in and out of me faster, increasing the friction against my clit and causing the pressure within me to pull tighter.
“Yes, right there, just like that. Oh, god, don’t stop,” I plead desperately.
“I want you to beg me to let you come,” he says gruffly.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into him but I’m clearly here for it because I’m so wet I can hear it each time he pulls his fingers out of me just to thrust them back in deeper and deeper.
“Please, J. I’m so close. Please make me come,” I beg, and he rewards me by snaking his other hand beneath my tank top and rolling my nipple firmly between his fingers.
The combination of what his hands are doing and the fact that anybody could catch us right now has me coming harder than I ever have. My pussy convulses around his fingers, causing his palm to rub rougher against my clit and it feels like my orgasm will never end.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come undone for me,” Jax continues his praises before placing delicate kisses across the exposed skin on my back.
When he finally pulls his fingers out of me, I practically collapse onto the steering wheel as I fight to catch my breath.
His rough chuckle causes his chest to rumble against my back when he pulls me against him, wrapping his arm snuggly around my waist to keep me upright.
“Fuck, Tae. That was so hot,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“If this is what it’ll be like every time you bring me fishing, consider me hooked,” I say, and it’s so cheesy but I’m in a post-orgasmic state of mind so I can’t be held accountable for anything I say or do at this time.
I wiggle in his lap to get comfortable, and Jax holds firm on my hips to keep me in place. “Easy, T. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”
“Allow me to take care of that then,” I taunt as I slide my hand up his thigh.
Jax is quick to catch my hand in his. “How about we wait until we’re back in my truck. I want your mouth,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear before biting down on it.
I look back at him over my shoulder and wink. “Oh, a little road head on the way to lunch?”
“You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?” he asks, shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t be doing my part as your wife if I wasn’t a temptation, now would I?”
“You’ve been tempting me everyday since I first laid eyes on you, baby,” he rasps.
“Ditto,” I tell him as I shift onto his one thigh and wrap an arm around his neck so he can steer us back to the dock.
I love how easy our love is.
A little voice in the back of my head warns me that my appointment this afternoon could threaten that very ease between us, but I shove it to the far recesses of my mind as I run my fingers through Jax’s hair and bask in this moment.
I shouldn’t have lied to Jackson about where I was going. It’s a terrible habit I’ve developed since the man sitting before me first called last week.