Chapter 26
twenty-six
Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised there’s a hot tub. It’s the honeymoon cabin after all.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
Jax’s grin turns wicked. “Even better.”
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“You agreed to a... what did you call it? FWB?”
I roll my eyes. “You know I did.”
Heat floods my veins as he hikes an eyebrow, dimple popping as he gives me another slow grin.
Shit. That dimple is going to be the death of me.
“Wear your bra and panties, I don’t care. Just know... If I have my way—and I will—they’re gonna be coming off anyway.”
“Fine.”
Downing my glass of wine, I get up from the couch and grab my bag.
“I’ll meet you out there, sweet cheeks. Want another glass?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
His words almost make me stumble as I head into the bathroom, and they’re still echoing in my head as I step into the shower.
That’s my girl.
Something about the way he said those words makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight. They shouldn’t mean anything. It’s just an expression, right? But my mind keeps replaying it over and over as the hot water sluices over me.
Quickly washing up, I replay the whole day in my head. Horseback riding with Jax. Watching him interact with the kids who are here for therapy. How his entire face lit up when he talked about Ember and how the horse had helped him through a significant time in his recovery.
And then there was waking up this morning, pretending to be asleep when I felt his hand clutching my breast. The way he’d carefully extracted himself, thinking I was still dead to the world.
God, the feeling of his body pressed against mine, his hard length nestled against my ass...
I shut off the water with a huff when I feel my arousal pool at the apex of my lady parts. What the hell? Here I am, about to get into a hot tub with Jax, and I’m already turned on just thinking about it.
“Get your shit together, Sasha,” I mutter to myself as I quickly towel off. “Fuck’s sake. It’s not like you haven’t been with him before.”
Picking my bag up from the floor, I set it on top of the sink and rummage through it. I’m the type of woman who—because I wear a lot of workout clothes—wants to feel sexy. Kind of like I’m hiding a secret under my clothes. So, I make sure all of my bra and panty sets are of the sensual variety.
When I see a pop of pink, I pull out my favorite lace bra and panty set. There’s something about this one that’s always made me feel especially confident. After stepping into my panties, I slip into the delicate bra.
Adjusting the straps on my shoulders, I turn to the mirror above the sink. I barely recognize myself. My eyes are wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed with anticipation.
My breath quickens as I turn to the side, examining how the lace hugs my curves. The soft pink lace is just modest enough when dry, offering a teasing glimpse of what lies beneath without revealing everything.
But once it gets wet, it’ll become nearly transparent. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
“Don’t kid yourself,” I whisper to my reflection. “You want this just as bad as you know he does.”
There’s something exhilarating about knowing what’s inevitably going to happen when I go out there.
Grabbing a towel from the rack, I wrap it tightly around myself before opening the bathroom door. The cool air from the open room hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my arms.
Jax is nowhere to be seen, which means he’s already outside. Taking a deep breath, I make my way out the back door and onto the deck. Goosebumps dance across my arms. It’s cooler here in the higher elevation at night this close to the mountains.
Steam rises, curling in the air above the hot tub nestled in the corner of the deck, tucked up against the railing.
Jax is already in the water, facing me, eyes closed.
Moonlight hits his broad shoulders, highlighting the intricate tattoos trailing down both arms and one side of his torso. His nipple piercings gleam as the water bubbles around them.
Jesus. Could this guy be any hotter?
My pulse quickens and my core clenches as I take a step closer, hand fisting the towel tight. Two wine glasses rest on the edge of the tub, bottle sitting within arm’s reach.
As if sensing my presence, Jax opens his eyes, pinning me with a look so intense, I literally have to fight against the urge to squirm. Dark and hungry, his gaze travels so slowly over my body, it feels like it’s scorching me from the inside out.
I know I should just get in. I know I’m stronger than this. Still, all I can do is stare at him, clutching the towel to my chest like a shield.
“You gonna stand there all night, sweet cheeks, or are you going to get your sexy ass in here?” His voice is a low rumble, vibrating through every cell.
I take a deep breath. “Turn around.”
“Seriously?” he chuckles, making no effort to move.
“Humor me,” I insist, suddenly feeling shy despite my earlier bravado I’d talked myself into.
With an exaggerated sigh, he turns, giving me his back. Even from behind, he’s impressive. Muscles ripple beneath tanned skin as he reaches for the wine bottle, and I can’t help but stare at the way water droplets cling to his hair and trickle down his neck. Damn, he’s sculpted like a Greek god.
Quickly dropping my towel, I get in, sinking into the bubbling water with a sigh of relief. The heat immediately begins to work its magic on my sore muscles, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensation.
“Can I turn around now?” Jax asks, amusement evident in his voice.
“Yes.”
Swiveling to face me, his gaze immediately drops to my chest. As soon as he sees the water-soaked, pink transparent lace, his gaze darkens even further, pupils dilating as he takes it all in.
“Come here,” he says, his voice a low, commanding growl.
Caught off guard by his tone, I blink. “What?”
“I said...” His voice drops even lower, each word deliberate, heavy with intent. “Come. Here.”
There’s something about the way he says those words—as if he’s used to being obeyed—that sends heat rushing to my core.
Unable to look away, I slowly move forward through the bubbling water, taking the seat next to him.
Dipping a hand below the surface, he leans down, wraps his fingers around my ankle, and gently tugs my foot into his lap, making me gasp in surprise.
“You said your muscles are sore from riding,” he murmurs as he starts kneading the arch of my foot with his thumbs.
“Oh, shit,” I groan as he applies just the right amount of pressure. His strong fingers work their magic, finding knots I didn’t even know existed. “That feels amazing.”
“I know,” he says with a cocky grin.
I snort.
He switches to my other foot, hands firm yet gentle as they work out the tension. I sink deeper under the water, letting my head fall back against the side. When he finishes with my feet, he tugs me closer.
“Turn around,” he instructs, voice husky.
Hesitating for only a second, I obey. Nestled between his legs, his hands find my shoulders, fingers digging in. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“You’re carrying a lot of tension here,” he murmurs, working his thumbs along my back, making me arch in response.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage as his talented fingers circle their way up my spine.
I feel him shift closer, his breath warm against my neck just before his lips press against my bare shoulder. The kiss is soft, almost reverent, causing shivers to race despite the heat.
His hands move from my shoulders to my neck. When his lips find that sensitive spot just below my ear, it makes me shudder.
“Take off your bra,” he whispers, breath hot against my ear.
Heart hammering against my ribs, I reach behind me. Unclasping my bra, I slip it off, and let it float away.
For a brief moment, his hands pause. I can practically feel the tension radiating from him. Then, slowly, he slides them around to cup my breasts, making me gasp as he squeezes gently.
Rolling my nipples between his fingers until they harden into tight peaks, my back arches, pressing my ass against his hardening cock. “Fuck,” I whimper.
Letting my head fall back against his shoulder, he pinches both nipples even harder as his tongue traces a hot, wet path along my neck, making my pussy pulse.
“I could see through your bra. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my skin as one hand trails down my stomach, fingers grazing the top of my panties.
My breath catches in my throat. “Maybe.”
His fingers dip beneath the lace, and I start to pant as they slide through my folds. “So wet,” he groans.
“Jax,” I moan, spreading my legs to give him better access.
Slipping one finger inside, then another, he curls them as he starts to pump while the other hand continues to toy with my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple as his thumb circles my clit.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” he murmurs against my neck. “Watching you ride, your body undulating with every step. Fuck, you have no idea what that did to me.”
My hips rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside. The water bubbles and sloshes around us, spilling over the sides of the hot tub as I grind harder against his fingers.
“Such a good girl,” he croons.
Basking in his praise, I reach behind me, gripping the back of his neck as his mouth continues to work mine, sucking hard. Shit. That’s going to leave a mark. Then, his fingers start moving faster, deeper, the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“I’m so close,” I pant, feeling the tension coil tighter in my core.
“I can feel it. You love riding my fingers, don’t you, baby?”
“God, yes,” I pant.
“Bet you can’t wait for my cock to give this pussy a good pounding, huh?”
Damn. This guy likes to talk dirty and I am so fucking here for it.
“Jax, I... I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he growls, voice rough with desire.
My body tenses, shattering as waves of pleasure crash over me. I scream, not giving a shit if anyone can hear me as he keeps working me, helping me ride it out.
When I finally come down, my body goes limp against his chest. His rock-hard dick presses against my lower back, reminding me what’s next on tonight’s agenda.