Chapter 25 #2
“You once mentioned you make pot brownies for your da. What if we made a batch and enjoyed some of it too?”
I like that idea, but I don’t know if we should do that. “Are you sure?”
“New York has legalized marijuana, so it’s all good. If you worry about what King would think as our employer, he only cares about the state laws, and we live in a state where we can enjoy pot brownies if we feel like it.”
“Okay then, let’s get baking. My parents found the perfect recipe when da got the first dose of medical marijuana years ago. Let me find it.”
Jax wraps his arms around me as I go through the drawer that keeps all the miscellaneous household items in our home. He kisses my neck, and I arch my back to be closer to him. Just as he’s putting his hand under my shirt, I find the small recipe book my parents keep hidden for this purpose.
“I found it!” I tell Jax and move away from his touch.
Flicking through the pages, I find the recipe we will use. I walk around the kitchen, gathering what we need. Whenever something is too high for me to reach, Jax comes to my rescue. That’s another perk of having a tall boyfriend.
Not knowing if Jax knows how to bake, I give him the most manageable tasks, like lining a baking pan with parchment and whisking the sugar. He does everything I ask him to do without a complaint. He’s a new, happier version of Jax I met earlier this year. And I couldn’t love him more.
To soften the cannabutter my parents have ready in their fridge, I put the needed amount into a small saucepan and slowly heat it up over low heat. When it’s softened, I start measuring my other ingredients.
Once our brownies are ready to go to the oven, I take Jax’s hand and lead him to the living room. We spend the time making out like horny teenagers, not worried their parents might come home any minute. It’s fun and different.
Forty-five minutes and lady blue balls later, the batch has cooled enough.
I grab a brownie, taking a huge bite, as I know how strong the weed butter is—one brownie each should be enough.
The chocolate goodness fills my mouth, making me groan like I’m in the middle of an orgasm.
Well, almost. “Damn, these are perfect. So gooey, too.”
I bring the rest of the brownie to Jax, and he takes a bite before licking my finger. “Mmm, I can tell these will be my favorite. That rich flavor combined with walnuts.”
“I do love ‘em nuts.”
Jax starts laughing, and I join him, relaxing more. Here we are, laughing in my parents’ kitchen, eating pot brownies while trying to stay afloat. I don’t know if it’s the right time, but the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
“Jax, I really, really like you. Like lo—”
I can’t finish my sentence before I feel his lips against mine. I know he didn’t do that on purpose. His heated gaze earlier told me he had been thinking about my lips for a while now.
He slides to sit down on the floor and tugs me into his lap.
Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me close and inhales like he’s smelling my shampoo or something.
I laugh, and he buries his face in my neck, pressing a soft kiss on my skin.
I let out a sound between a sigh and a moan when he gently nibbles on my earlobe and soothes the burn with his tongue.
“Darling, you taste sweeter than honey.”
I giggle and kiss his tasty lips before speaking. “And you taste like rich chocolate and warm nights next to the fireplace. I wish I could spend a day in bed next to you.”
“That sounds tempting, but what if we start by taking our clothes off right here?”
“I’m game if you are.”
I bring my lips to his and start unbuttoning his jeans. Jax moans against me, and the now familiar metal of his tongue piercing asks for permission to enter my mouth. I open up more for him and let him taste the sweetness he craves.
Moving so we can take our jeans off, I look at his eyes and see the same need in them. It makes my insides clench, knowing he wants this as much as I do, if not even more.
When we are rid of our bottoms, Jax takes me to his lap again. But this time, instead of only kissing me, he does so while sliding two fingers inside me, trying out how wet I am. He moves his fingers slowly, in a rhythm that was made to drive me wild. My moans fill the kitchen.
“Jax, please, let me feel you filling me fully. I need your cock,” I pant between kisses when I can’t take the almost torturous strokes of his fingers anymore.
“I love it when you beg for my cock, darling.”
“Please, now. I won’t beg again.”
Chuckling, he lifts me before lowering me down on his cock.
Inch by delicious inch, I feel him stretching my walls like I begged him to.
His piercings bring ribbed pleasure with them, increasing the satisfaction.
When I have adjusted to his thickness, Jax starts moving me on top of him by grabbing my hips and bouncing me up and down his pierced cock.
And as we keep rocking together, we get lost in each other on my childhood home’s kitchen floor without the worries of the outside world.