Chapter 19
nineteen
Wow. Jax is really good at subtle manipulation. Not in a bad way, but boy is he good at countering every excuse I try to throw at him. The way he says “friends” makes it clear he hasn’t forgotten the other part of our arrangement.
My body tingles in anticipation as he shifts closer.
“So,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to my lips. “I believe we had a deal. I get to kiss you anywhere I want.”
The tone of his voice makes me shiver in anticipation. I swallow hard, nodding slightly. “That was the deal. You should to know. I’m still all sweaty and gross from my workout.”
“Don’t sweat it,” he says with a twitch of his lips. “As much as I want to get my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, that’s not what I have in mind. Yet.”
His eyes darken as he leans in, but instead of capturing my mouth like I expect, he brushes his lips against my cheek, trailing soft kisses along my jaw. I tremble in response when he pushes my hair out of the way and finds the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Jax,” I breathe.
“Shhh,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me enjoy this.”
His mouth continues its journey down my throat, leaving fire in its wake. When he reaches the junction between my neck and shoulder, he bites down firmly, before soothing the sharp sting with his tongue.
A let out a soft moan and his hands find my waist, pulling me into his lap. Not only can I feel the heat of him through the thin barrier of my clothes, I can feel how hard he is beneath me. He smells musky, like cedar and sin, and it makes my head spin.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispers, breath hot against my collarbone. “About all the places I want to put my mouth on you.”
My hands move to grip his neck as he drops lower, pressing a kiss to the swell of a breast just above the neckline of my top. Even through the layers of clothing, I can feel the heat of his mouth as he traces the outline of my nipple with his tongue.
“Jax,” I gasp, arching into his touch. “We’re outside.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. It’s dark. Only the moon and stars can see us.”
As if to prove his point, he slides a hand under my top, palm hot against my bare stomach as it travels upward. When his fingers brush the underside of my breast, I let out another moan.
“God, the sounds you make,” he groans. Even in starlight, I can see his eyes are dark with desire. “I can’t wait to hear you make those noises when I’m buried deep inside you again.”
The images his words conjure in my head make me want to clench my thighs together. This is getting out of hand fast, but I can’t seem to make myself tell him to stop as he removes my top, exposing my sports bra.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, brushing his fingertips along the edge.
“Yes,” I whisper, finding myself unable to resist.
His eyes darken with hunger as he tugs it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. The cool evening air makes my nipples tighten instantly, and I feel a flush spread across my chest as he stares at me in awe.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes.
Cupping my breasts in both hands, he pushes them together and leans in to take a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp and roll my hips. The friction against his cock, which is already hard, sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. So, I do it again, grinding harder.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he encourages, switching to my other breast with a swirl of his tongue. “Take what you need.”
Lost in sensation, I continue to rock, my movements becoming even more desperate as heat builds between my legs. His hands shift to grip my waist, guiding me as I ride him through our clothes. It feels so good. Maybe too good.
Suddenly, I come to the realization that I’m dry-humping Jax. In my backyard. Like a horny teenager.
Mortification floods my veins, and I freeze. I sit back, causing his mouth to leave my nipple with an audible pop.
“I—I’m sorry,” I stammer, trying to climb off his lap. “This is... I shouldn’t be—”
His hands grip my hips firmly, keeping me in place. “It’s okay,” he rasps softly. “Use me. I want you to.”
Before I can protest, he slides his hands down and up under my shorts, cupping my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. The new angle has his cock pressing right against my clit, and it makes me whimper.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, guiding my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel how hard you make me? It’s all for you.”
His words of praise send another wave of heat straight to my core. I give in, letting him help control my movements as I blindly chase the building pressure. My hands wrap around his shoulders for support, and I bury my face in his neck, too far gone to stop.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he increases the pace, helping me grind even harder and faster against him.
“I’ve got you,” he promises. “Let go for me, beautiful.”
Gripping my ass tighter, he starts thrusting himself against my clit, and it takes only seconds before I’m pushed over the edge, coming with a muffled cry against his neck.
My body trembles, waves of pleasure washing over me as holds me through it, murmuring words of praise in my ear as my hips jerk.
When I finally come down from the high, reality crashes in again.
Shit.
“Hey,” he says softly, sliding his hands away from my ass to rub my back. “You okay?”
I sit back, look him in the eyes and nod. “Yeah. I just... wow. That was…”
“Hot as fuck,” he finishes with a chuckle.
My face burns with embarrassment, but I can’t deny how incredible that felt.
I glance down. He’s still hard. Sliding off his lap, I reach for the button on his jeans.
Shaking his head, he catches my wrists. “It’s not about me right now.” He gives me another devastating grin. “So…. did that give you enough time to think about coming with me?”
His question makes me laugh. It’s only been like twenty minutes since he asked me the first time. But then the moonlight catches the angles of his face, highlighting the intensity in his gaze, and in that moment, I feel something shift.
Maybe it’s the vulnerability he let me see in him during our talk, or maybe it’s the way he just put my pleasure before his own. Before I can overthink what it all means, my next words fall from my lips. “I’ll come with you.”
His mouth breaks into a softer version of his usual cocky smirk. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree, suddenly feeling lighter. “I’d like to see this J & R Ranch and meet the infamous Hollis. And ride the horses, of course.”
“Awesome. You won’t regret it.”
His fingers brush against my skin as he helps me get dressed, and I have to suppress another shiver.
“Thanks for sharing,” I say, rolling up my yoga mat. “About your past and everything.”
“Thanks for listening,” he replies, and for a moment, he looks shy. “Other than close friends or family, most people don’t bother to ask about that part of my life.”
We walk back to my house in comfortable silence. When we reach my front porch, he stops, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Tilting his head, he rocks back on his heels. “I’ll text you the details?”
“Sounds good.”
When he leans in, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he brushes his lips against my cheek instead. “Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks.”
As I watch him walk away, I have a sinking feeling that I’m getting in way over my head. Friends-with-benefits? Who the fuck am I kidding? The way my heart flutters when he looks at me like that tells me I’m already in dangerous territory.
But honestly? I can’t bring myself to care anymore.