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CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Jackson
Islam the trunk shut, and the Uber drives away, leaving me alone in front of the Dairy Mill.
My chest is tight with anticipation, my ears drumming with every hectic beat of my heart. I’m about to see my wife again. After over nine months apart, I’m so fucking close to holding her in my arms, to kissing her, to feeling her …
My season ended last week, and I was supposed to stick around a little longer to prepare for the next one, but I couldn’t. I negotiated an early release just so I could see Evie.
As if my mind conjured her, she appears from the back room, holding a mop and a bucket, and begins sweeping the floor. She’s so fucking beautiful, even from afar like this, in her pastel uniform.
Fuck, I didn’t even know it was possible to miss someone this much.
I put my duffel bag over my suitcase and roll them behind me as I cross the road, as if helplessly drawn by her. My eyes never veer away, locked on her as she works, her body gently oscillating with the motions and whatever music is playing in her earphones.
When I push on the door, I’m surprised to find it open. This isn’t the proper procedure, so she forgot to lock it again. But it allows me to get in without her noticing, which will only make the surprise even bigger.
Her strategic sweeping eventually has her turning around, and when she sees there’s a man in here with her, she lets out a small shriek while her hand tugs her earphones down.
“Sorry, we’re cl—”
The moment she recognizes me, her eyes widen, and her jaw falls open. I’m grinning so hard that my cheeks hurt as she stays perfectly still, trying to process the moment. She looks as if she’s seeing a ghost.
To prove I’m not a figment of her imagination, I open my arms and amusedly say, “Don’t I get a hug, princess?”
I don’t think her mind has had time to catch up, given how quickly her body does. She drops the mop and lunges at me, so hastily that she’s with me before the mop even hits the ground.
I easily catch her as she leaps in, wrapping my arms around her hourglass figure while hers hook around my neck, and her legs come to my sides. She holds me so tightly, it’s almost hard to breathe. And I’m not sure she can either, given how hard my arms hold her.
God, I missed how she smells. Her weight against me. The softness of her hair. I’ll never be apart from her ever again. Not for more than a week at a time.
A long time goes by before she pulls away, staring at me with an incredulous look.
“Hi,” I murmur with a smile.
“You’re here.”
“I am. I couldn’t wait another day to see you, so I negotiated an early release. I’ll have to go back next month for a couple of weeks, though.”
Overwhelmed by joy and astonishment, she crashes her lips onto mine. Still holding onto her, I return the kiss with equal enthusiasm. When she moves back, it’s to cover my face with elated pecks.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here,” she lets out between a few of them. “I’ve missed you so much, Jax.”
“I’ve missed you, too, princess. But we did it. You can come live in Europe with me now. We don’t have to be apart ever again.”
Her eyes are brimming with happy tears as she presses a kiss on my lips once more, elated. I return her enthusiasm until we hear someone clear their throat.
When we look, we find her colleague, Mariana, looking at us with amusement. “You’re back,” she tells me.
A little embarrassed, Evie tries to get down from my embrace, but I don’t let her, tightening my hold. “Yeah, I got to leave a couple of weeks early.”
“That’s great. I took good care of your wife, as you can see.”
“Thank you for that.”
“I’ll finish closing up,” Evie says, attempting to get down again, to no avail.
Mariana shakes her head. “I’ll do it, babe, don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Girl, you’ve been moping around for months. Your husband is finally back. Go have your happy reunion, will you?”
“Thank you,” I say.
“My pleasure. Actually, Evie, if you want to call in sick tomorrow, I’ll let Thomas know you weren’t feeling too well tonight,” she offers.
“Oh, I …” I can see that she wants to protest, but then her pretty little head gets to work, and she realizes it’s probably a good idea. So instead, she says, “I’ll owe you one.”
“This one’s on me. Now get out. Go celebrate.”
Without waiting for an answer, she returns to the kitchen to finish her closing duties.
Once more, when Evie tries to get down, I prevent it. “I need to get my things,” she protests with a giggle.
“I’ll carry you to the lockers, then.”
“You can’t carry me all the way to the car.”
“Watch me.” How can she even think I’d be willing to let her go?
I’m about to head to the “Employees Only” door when I remember the door she forgot to lock. I take her there first, turn the lock, and then grab my things with one hand before heading to the lockers.
The situation is a little absurd, and Evie can’t contain the occasional giggles that bubble up in her chest.
Once she has her things, I shout, “Bye, Mariana! Thank you again!”
“Yes, thank you!” Evie shouts as well.
“Bye, guys! Have fun!”
“We will!”
“Jax!” Evie mumbles.
“What? She knows exactly what’s about to happen as soon as we get home. And the whole day tomorrow.”
Once we’re out through the back door, into the small, dark alley where she parks the car, Evie says, “You can let go of me now.”
“No. I’m never letting you go again, princess.”
“The drive home will be interesting,” she notes.
I keep holding her the entire way to the car—the one I left behind—and only let her down once I’m at the driver’s door.
As soon as she finds the key and unlocks it, I open the door for her before going to throw my stuff in the trunk.
The moment I’m seated next to her, we both act on impulse and reach for one another over the console for a kiss.
The one we shared earlier was somewhat tame in comparison.
Now that we’re alone in a dark, confined space, there’s nothing holding us back.
And of course, kissing like this awakens in both of us needs that haven’t been fulfilled in nine long, insufferable months. It’s a long fucking time.
When she decides to come over to my side, I help her the best I can, guiding her onto my lap so she can straddle me. The kiss gets even wilder, her tongue bold against mine, her hips writhing into me like she can’t help herself.
Deciding that one of us needs to be reasonable, I push her away with a moan. “If you continue like this, it’s happening here, princess.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she presses herself even harder onto me, swaying her hips lasciviously. Well then. I guess we’re not even waiting to be home for this.
In unison, we reach for my belt, feverishly unbuckling it. We don’t have to talk. Words have become superfluous. We both crave the same thing, and the quiet darkness of the alley offers the perfect opportunity to get this going. Just once. Fast.
It’s not like either of us will last very long, anyway.
As soon as I’m freed, she wraps her hand around my rigid girth and strokes it with eagerness. The veiny length throbs in her delicate palm, and I swear I can feel precum already seeping out of me. I’m not coming before her. No fucking way.
I bunch up the skirt of her uniform as she tugs at the fabric of her panties, bringing it to the side.
She breaks our ravenous kiss to spit on the tips of her fingers, and when she offers me her hand to do the same, I don’t need to be told twice.
Entranced, I watch as she runs our mixed saliva between her legs, then whatever’s left over on the tip of my cock.
We’re lost in each other’s gaze when she aligns me with her needy little pussy.
I groan her name as she lets herself down on me, so fucking tight I have to clench my teeth and focus on not coming too fast. No matter how much she wants this, her flesh resists the sudden intrusion.
She lets out a whimper, half pain, half pleasure, and lowers further, impaling herself on me.
“Fuck,” I drawl out, my breath rough and heavy. “You feel so fucking good, Evie.”
“You too …”
Her motions are eager and a little clumsy, but they’re mostly determined. It’s not like I’d fucking mind, admiring her beautiful face as she rides me.
Starved for more, I unbutton the top of her dress with shaky fingers. It doesn’t free her perfect tits completely, but enough to shove my face between them, kissing, licking, nibbling … And when I tug her bra and dress to the side, I even get to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.
“I missed you,” she moans, voice altered by pleasure.
“Me too, princess. I missed you so fucking much.”
She bounces on top of me with purpose, and my hands go to her hips to help her up and down my cock. It might have hurt her a little early on, but there’s no trace of pain left in her expression. It’s all ecstatic pleasure.
“Fuck, slow down, princess. I’ll come too fast.”
“Then take me with you,” she begs between moans.
My right hand comes between us, where I’m sliding in and out of her with every up and down.
I have to tug her panties farther to the side to access her clit, but when I do …
She shivers on top of me, mewling my name as my thumb strums at the little bud.
The moment is raw, intense, and if someone were to see the car from afar, they’d notice the way it sways and know exactly what’s going on.
But I don’t care, and neither does she. Not when our climaxes are already nearing, so fucking close I can taste mine.
Two minutes. I think that’s all it takes for me to explode with a contained cry that resembles her name.
My grip keeps her down as my cum spurts inside her, my dick pulsing with every rope.
Whatever triggers her own climax, I’m thankful for it.
I’m so lost in mine, I can barely keep up with breathing.