Epilogue — Jackson
EPILOGUE
Jackson
I’m in fucking heaven.
Evie’s intoxicating taste is all over my tongue, her moans fill my ears, and her wet pussy is clamping down on my fingers, her orgasm imminent.
“Oh God, Jax!” she moans, her nails scratching my scalp, trying to keep me right there and bring me closer at the same time.
I suck on her engorged clit, flicking my tongue over it at a fast pace. My fingertips rub right where it feels the best with every fast pump of my fingers inside her. She shudders into me, struggling to swallow back a small cry.
This is a game we like to play. I try to make her scream, and she tries not to get us caught. She’s not very good at it, but we haven’t gotten into trouble yet. Not in the four years since we’ve officially reunited. Which genuinely might be a miracle.
“Jax, I’m coming,” she whimpers, her hips jolting from the sensations coursing through her.
“Come for me, princess. Come all over my tongue.”
Only a few more licks and thrusts before she tilts with a cry that she tries to contain with her hand over her mouth. I look up as I keep up with the pace, reveling in what I can see of her flushed face and the expression of pure bliss on it.
This is my reward for winning a race now.
Not the trophies, not the stats, not the prestige.
My woman letting me drag her to whatever room that locks for a celebratory quickie.
Which reminds me, we are pressed for time.
I have to finish this up. I only have five minutes until I need to head over to the media pen for the press conference.
Forcing myself to let go of Evie’s delicious taste, I suck her orgasm off my fingers and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I stand between her parted legs. She helps me lower my track pants with trembling hands, and as soon as my cock is freed, she wraps her delicate fingers around it.
“Evie,” I groan as she massages it up and down a few times. “We don’t have time for this.”
When she aligns me with her drenched slit, I push in. I grunt her name through my teeth at the pleasure of sinking into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Then go on, Hot Wheels. Take me like you mean it.”
I don’t have to be told twice. Adjusting myself on my feet, I bring her knees higher on my sides and grab onto her hips to start driving into her.
Because we don’t have much time, I’m not particularly tender with her.
We both need to come fast, and this is what it takes.
A quick, merciless rhythm that’ll have her shattering around me before Justine can start wondering where I’ve disappeared to again.
The table rattles below her, in rhythm with the smacking of our flesh. She gasps and moans at the pleasure, and I can hardly contain some whimpers myself. This always feels so fucking amazing.
When I’ve had enough of watching my cock ramming in and out of her, shiny with her orgasm, I look up to drown in her hazel eyes. My Evie. My wife, again. My princess. My sneaky little woman who’s been keeping a big secret from me.
My chest tightens at the reminder. Joy mixed with some concern I haven’t been able to shake since I figured it out. But I’ve been particularly attentive, and I haven’t noticed anything worth addressing. Worth letting her know that I know.
Hopefully, she’ll tell me soon. We’re not supposed to have secrets from one another.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I groan, never breaking the momentum.
“Yes! I love you just as hard.” Her hand slithers between us, and I can feel her fingertips as she circles her clit frantically.
Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. And so perfect. And so mine.
I wish we were in a bed and had all the time in the world for this.
We will, but not until much later. Today was the last race of the season, and I won Altron another championship title.
Sneaking away from everyone to have a few minutes alone with my wife demanded a lot of sleuthing as it was, and I doubt I’ll get to do it again for several hours.
When Evie’s moans increase in intensity, I lean into her to cover her lips with mine. My pace gradually becomes more intense, too, until I can feel the first signs of her orgasm fluttering around me.
“That’s it, princess,” I moan against her lips. “Make me feel your tight little cunt throb around my cock. Show me how much you want my cum, how you’ll milk it all out of me.”
“Jax, I—Oh, God!”
I smash my mouth to hers again as she cries from the pleasure of her climax, to muffle it.
The strangled screams vibrate against my tongue, almost distracting me from the rapid pace of my hips into hers.
The way her walls clamp down around me is all I need to let go along with her.
Cum shoots out of my tip with force, and it’s my turn to use her mouth to contain the sounds that roll out of my throat.
A shiver blooms from the base of my spine, all the way to each spurt of pleasure that erupts out of me, coating her slick, pulsing walls.
We fly up to the heavens together, tightly holding on to one another, and then the bliss gradually recedes.
We come down from it slowly, panting, slouched onto one another, both spent and satisfied.
During stolen moments like this, the pleasure is always as intense as the sex, but also as short-lived.
Which is good because it allows us to regain our composure faster.
“Fuck, Evie … After fourteen combined years of marriage, aren’t we supposed to start getting bored with each other?”
Her small giggle has her walls fluttering around my softening length. “We were apart for seven of those years, so they don’t count. Realistically, it’s only been seven years.”
“Still. Sex feels as fucking fantastic now as it did during our honeymoon.”
“Which one?”
“The one we actually had. A week off to fuck nonstop in Indianapolis wasn’t a proper honeymoon.”
“Right … But doing exactly that in French Polynesia was acceptable.”
I chuckle. “Wait until you see what I have planned for you in the Maldives next week.”
“An encore?”
“Like every fucking year.”
We’ve made it a habit to travel somewhere quiet and remote after each season, so we can reconnect with one another.
It’s more of an excuse, because we’ve gotten very good at making it work despite my schedule, and we spend a lot of time together.
It took us a couple of years, but we found our balance.
We live in Colorado most of the time, in the house she designed for us.
It has a magnificent view of the mountains, plenty of bedrooms we plan on filling up, and an infinity pool.
During the summer, though, we’re in Europe, based in our Tuscan home, where we welcome family and friends during the break between races.
Cynthia and Yasmine came with their children earlier this year, and something tells me they’ll be back next summer.
Evie’s mom came as well last year, along with her sister and brother-in-law.
Evie still gets to be an architect, a licensed one, even, and she’s fucking amazing at it. It’s a little sparser than it used to be because of our travels and commitments, but she gets to choose which projects and clients she wants to work with, which is fine with her.
It’s a good life we’ve built together. We’re happy, genuinely, and we can both see ourselves doing this for a very long time. But I think we’re also ready for more. Ready to get to the next stage.
I give Evie one last kiss and pull out. Before she can bring her knees together, I grab her knees and keep them up so I can look down at the mess I left behind.
“Jax, we need to go,” she protests.
“Just a second.”
Thick, white cum peeks through, then seeps out of her to dribble down and drop to the wood underneath her. There’s nothing prettier than my wife’s pussy after I’ve filled it up. Fuck, I just came like a maniac, but I’m already eager to do it again later and take my sweet time with her.
Satisfied, I let go of her legs, then grab a few tissues from a box on the table to clean her up.
I do it two more times until the tissues return somewhat dry and realign the lacey strip of her thong on her pussy.
Once I’ve thrown everything in the nearby garbage can, I shove my dick back into my underwear and pants—no cleaning up for me.
I like keeping some of her pleasure with me, just like she gets to do for mine.
“Thank you for that, princess,” I say, grazing her hip.
“I should be the one thanking you. I think I saw stars.”
“Happy to serve.”
She slides down the table and lowers her dress, smoothing it down her thighs. I use more tissues, as well as a couple of pumps of the hand sanitizer sitting on the table, to clean up the surface she was just sitting on.
“Do I look okay?” she wonders.
I adjust her heart locket, which sits wrong on her cleavage. When it’s not on me, she has it. Ophelia is never alone anymore, always carried by one of us.
“You do look like you just saw stars,” I answer. “Maybe wait a little before going out. Unless you don’t mind everyone knowing I just sent you to space with my—”
“I’ll wait,” she interrupts me, blushing a little.
“Good call. I don’t like the idea of other men seeing you like this. It’s my privilege alone,” I possessively say. “Now, I hate to leave you, but I probably have to go before Justine sends everyone looking for me.”
“Right. I’ll be watching the interview with the team. Try not to curse.”
“Hey, it hasn’t happened for like, six Grand Prix. I’m good at this.”
“Hm …”
She distractedly returns my kiss, and just as I’m about to unlock the door and leave, she stops me. “Jax, wait.”
Hoping this is it, that she’s ready to share her secret with me, I turn around. “I—I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” She hesitates, clearly uneasy and unsure.
“What is it, princess?”
“I … uh … Gosh, this is hard. I’m …” When the words don’t seem to come, she changes her mind and shakes her head. “You know what? Go to the press conference. I’ll tell you after.”