Chapter 15
Jaxon
Row bites her lip, excitement flashing in her eyes as I give her a quiet command. Who knew sweet little Rowyn—independent, sharp, the girl who’s always taken on the world alone—would crave a moment where she doesn’t have to lead? Where she can simply trust someone else to take care of her.
She lowers herself before me, her knees pressing into my discarded shirt. The sound of her breath quickening fills the silence.
“Look at me,” I direct, my voice low.
Her head lifts instantly, eyes wide, lips parted, waiting for whatever comes next. There’s a tremor in the air between us, something electric that seems to hum beneath our skin.
I take a slow step closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off her. Her gaze doesn’t waver—it’s steady, curious, full of want—and something in my chest tightens.
I pop the button on my pants, and her eyes remain on mine as the hiss of the zipper cuts through the quiet of the room. A little whimpering sound escapes her throat as I pull my dick out and run my hand along the hard length of it.
“You want to look? Want to see what you do to me?” I ask and I take a step closer, until my crown is inches from her face.
“Yes, please.”
Yes, please.
Those two words unravel me.
“This is what you do to me, Rowyn,” I murmur, every word dragged through the tension that’s been building between us for days. “All day, I couldn’t stop thinking about this. About you.”
She draws in a sharp breath, her throat working as she swallows, the sound small but devastatingly intimate. My control slips, just a fraction, as I brush my thumb along her jaw. Her skin is warm, impossibly soft, and her eyes flutter closed for a heartbeat.
“Rowyn,” I whisper. “Look at me.”
When her eyes open again, there’s no trace of hesitation—only trust and need. The air feels charged, thick with the promise of something neither of us can take back.
I lean in, close enough for her to feel the tremor in my voice. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that?”
Her lips curve into the smallest, most dangerous smile I’ve ever seen. “Maybe that’s fair,” she breathes, and I wait for her to continue but her words fall off. I dip my finger into the cum pearling on my crown. A deep growl rumbles in my throat as I lubricate my dick.
“You like it like that?” She blinks up and her sweet innocence is killing me. “When you can slide your hand around easily?”
Is she fucking with me?
“Yeah, but your mouth is going to make it better. Part your lips, baby, and just put your tongue out a tiny bit.” She does as I tell her and I swear to God, I thicken another inch.
“Yeah, just like that.” I cup her face, brush my thumb over her cheek.
“Such a fast learner. You always were at the top of the class.”
I step closer and she keeps her eyes on my cock as I tap it on her tongue. Pre-come drips from my slit. “Taste me,” I tell her.
She pulls her tongue back into her mouth, and her lips rub together as she moans around the taste. “Do you like that?” I ask. She nods. “Open your mouth again.”
Her lips part. “Put your hand on my cock like this.” I take her hand and she wraps her fingers around me like I showed her. “Move them like this.” I throw my head back and growl as I guide her hand up and down the long length of me, my cock tapping on her tongue as we stroke together.
“Give me your other hand,” I murmur. Her small fingers fit perfectly against mine, and just the brush of her skin against my cock sends a jolt of heat through me.
I clamp my jaw, forcing myself to slow down, to savor this moment before we lose ourselves completely.
Tonight isn’t about rushing—it’s about every brush, every touch, every small spark between us.
Her hands are tentative at first, learning my rhythm, and I watch her carefully, reading the way her pulse hitches and her breath catches.
My own hands rise to her face, cupping her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Our eyes meet, and I offer a small nod, a silent reassurance.
She responds with a half-smile, half-shiver, and I feel the tension in the room coil tighter, ready to snap.
With her mouth still open, waiting for me, I slowly slide in. Her sweet warmth wraps around me, and I move my hand to her hair, gripping it with my fingers. She takes me deep, deeper than I would have thought but I’m careful not to choke her.
“In and out baby.”
She leans in closer, trusting me, letting me guide her. The intimacy of her presence—so soft, so tentative yet willing—makes my chest tighten. Every glance, every subtle movement, every breath she takes seems amplified, and I’m acutely aware of the electricity crawling along my skin.
“I don’t know why you don’t think you’re good at this. Feel my cock, babe. Feel how hard it is in your hand, how thick it is in your mouth.” She moans around me and the vibrations rattle through my body. “It’s so fucking good, Row.”
My words must fill her with encouragement, as she relaxes a bit more and starts using her tongue on me. Both hands go to my thighs as she works me with the soft blade of her tongue only.
I watch her, pulling her hair back as she rocks back and forth on her knees, and when she runs the blade of her tongue along my seam, drinking in my pre-come, I let out a groan loud enough to shake the foundation of my house—of my no-relationship convictions.
“You’re a natural,” I manage to get out, as she circles my swollen crown with her tongue.
I bite my cheek, struggling to hang on. Christ, I don’t want this to end before it really begins.
I tap her shoulder and her eyes lift to mine.
She must see just how wrecked I am, because she inches back and lets my cock fall from her mouth.
“I want you in my bed. Naked. Spread.” She breathes a little faster.
“I need to see all of you. I need to touch and taste every inch, Rowyn.” She swallows and nods, and I bend, helping her to her feet.
She wobbles a bit, and I scoop her up. A little yelp squeaks from her throat, followed by a laugh that wraps around me and squeezes tight.
“My Lumber-Jax,” she says, liking my display of possessiveness.
What I like is the way she’s relaxing in my arms, so ready and willing to hand herself over to me, because…trust.
“You know,” she continues, a teasing edge to her voice. “I thought they called you Lumber-Jax because of your size, and I didn’t really know it was because…” She pauses and chuckles as she points down, “…you were sporting lumber.”
I can’t help but laugh as I hurry up the stairs. I push open my bedroom door and glance at my bed. Last time I crawled into that bed with her was a mistake. This time it’s with purpose and I’m going to show her just how much I want her here.
I step up to the bed and set her on her feet.
Her dress falls over her silky legs and while she looks gorgeous, it has to go.
I drop to my knees, grip the hem of the dress and start sliding it up her legs.
When I get to her hips, I stand, and she lifts her arms for me.
She quivers and I’m not sure if she’s cold or if it’s from my touch.
I peel the dress off and carefully lay it over a chair.
Moving back, I flick on the fire, and she gives a little moan of appreciation.
I take my time looking at her, standing before me in nothing but a pretty lace bra.
She nibbles her lips again, and I move close, slide my hand around her back and with a fast flick, unhook her bra.
It falls forward and she shrugs out of it.
I groan as I take in her gorgeous perky breasts. “I’m going to have to spend time here,” I tell her as my mouth waters for a taste of her. Her body quakes as I lightly brush the outer edges of her breasts, and then run my hands along their soft, supple bottoms. “So fucking perfect.”
Her chest rises and falls with the compliment, and I put my hands on her waist, and back her up until her knees hit the bed. I give a nudge and as she sits, I sink to my knees, so her breasts are right there, inches from my mouth, mine to do with as I please, and boy oh boy, do I please…
I part my lips and my name is a breathy whisper on her tongue as her thighs squeeze around my hips.
Her sweet arousal reaches my nostrils and I inhale, letting it fuel the need inside me as I take her hard nipple into my mouth.
I moan as it tightens at my touch, and her hands go to my head.
She grips my hair and tugs before she rakes her fingers through it.
I bite, nibble and nip and she arches into me, her hands now holding my head to her breasts, taking what she needs. I love this, love that she’s showing me what she wants, as she herself learns it. It’s so fucking sexy.
Hollows form in my cheeks as I suck deeply and she writhes on the bed. I pull back and her nipple pops from my mouth. “You like that, Row?”
“Yes.”
I dip my head, my gaze focused on the swell of her breast. “More?”
“Yes, please.”
Christ.
I take her other breast into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, and her thighs squeeze around me.
My hands move to her thighs, and she whimpers as I grip them, my thumbs leisurely sliding higher and higher.
By the time I reach her clit, she’s moving, aching for my touch and I give her what she needs.
I press the rough pad of my thumb to her swollen nub and apply a light measure of pressure.
“Jax, sooo good.”
I moan my approval around her tight nipple and she whimpers, her skin growing hotter under my touch. Her nipple slips from my mouth as I pull back, giving her breasts a hot, open-mouthed kiss before I switch gears.
I stand and her eyes track me as I grip my opened pants. “There is so much I’m going to do to you, but there’s no way we’re going to get it all done tonight.” I push my pants down to my feet and kick them off. Her gaze drops to my dick and she whimpers.
“We’re just going to have to take as long as it takes.”
I’ve never heard sweeter words.
“I might have to fuck you every night I’m home, for the next month.”
She nods. “I do have a lot to learn. I mean…so many positions, right?”
“Yeah.” My gaze roams the length of her. “Middle of the bed, and spread for me. Show me your sweet pussy.”
Her eyes go wide as she follows my command, and my dick is so hard as I look at her sweet pinkness, all warm and wet and waiting to squeeze around me, I’m afraid I’m going to shoot off at first touch.
I reach for a condom. “Your call, babe.”
“Does that mean you trust me?” she asks, her voice low, careful.
Does it?
Does it mean I trust that she’s not trying to snag herself a hockey player by getting pregnant?
“Yes,” I answer, not only because she told me she’s not interested in having a family but because this is Rowyn, a girl determined to make it on her own, and doesn’t want anything more than friendship and…lessons.
But right now I’m not going to think about why she wants those lessons, I’m just going to make this night perfect for her. Because right now…it’s just her, and me.
Us.