Chapter 54
fifty-four
I wake up with Jax’s strong arms holding me close. As I take a deep breath in, he lets out a low grumble that reverberates against the back of my neck where he’s tucked his head.
His hand, which is splayed across by stomach, shifts, fingers tracing slow circles as his lips press against my neck and along my shoulder, making me arch against him. He’s hard, and my body responds immediately, a rush of slick heat flooding my core.
I turn in his arms, seeking his mouth.
Our lips meet in a languid kiss, unhurried and deep as his hand slides up my back, fingers curling tightly in my hair, drawing me so close I can feel his heart beating hard against mine.
Morning stubble scratches deliciously along my skin as his mouth trails down my throat. I thread my fingers through his hair, tilting my head as his tongue traces the length of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back, our eyes locking in the dim morning light. Everything he’s feeling is reflected in those dark, chocolate depths—desire, tenderness, love. My chest tightens with emotion as I push away just enough so I can shimmy out of my panties.
His hands grip my hips, lifting me as I shift to straddle his waist. The sheet falls away as I rise above him, my hair cascading around us like a curtain of fire. His eyes drink me in, pupils dilating with want as he slides his hands up my thighs, and under my top, lifting it over my head.
Undulating my hips, I slick his cock with my arousal before I lower myself onto him slowly, taking him in, inch by glorious inch, until I bottom out.
Letting out a long, drawn-out groan, his fingers dig into my hips, but he doesn’t rush me, allowing me to set the pace.
“Fuck, Sasha. You feel so good, baby.”
My hands find his, intertwining our fingers as I begin to move. Slow, deliberate rolls of my hips have his lids hooding, eyes darkening with heat as his chest rises and falls with quickening breaths.
When I unlink our hands and brace them against his chest, pushing myself up so I can ride him faster, Jax grips my hips even tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts up hard, making me gasp.
The change of pace catches me off guard, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core as he takes control.
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as he hammers into me.
Hips snapping with increasing force, each thrust hits that spot deep inside, making sparks dance in front of my eyes.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb grazing over my sensitive nipple. “You ride me so fucking good.”
Curling my fingers against his chest, the hard planes of muscle twitch beneath my palms as I do my best not to lose my rhythm when he moves his hand between my legs, swiping his thumb over my clit. “Oh, shit!”
As the pressure builds, a slow and steady warmth spreads through my limbs. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his breathing becoming even more ragged as he fights to maintain control.
Suddenly, I’m on my back when Jax flips us over, pinning me to the mattress. His weight is delicious—heavy and commanding as he hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up and apart.
“Jax…,” I gasp, reaching down to grip his ass.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, driving into me even harder.
The new angle makes my eyes cross. I’m so fucking close, teetering on the edge of bliss as pressure starts to build low in my belly.
“Oh, fuck! I’m—”
“I know, baby.” His voice is strained, ass muscles flexing beneath my grip as his eyes lock with mine. “I fucking love you.”
My orgasm crashes, taking over my whole body as waves of white-hot pleasure roll through me. Back arching off the bed, I cry out his name again, clenching and tightening around him as he pounds into me, drawing out every last twitch and tremor.
“Shit,” Jax grunts. Rhythm faltering, he gives one final, powerful thrust before he stiffens, his face a beautiful mask of pleasure as he comes, releasing hot ropes of cum deep inside me.
For several moments, we stay locked together, both of us panting and slick with sweat. Careful not to crush me with his weight, he presses his forehead to mine.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
Still trying to catch my breath, I laugh softly. “Yeah. Definitely a good morning.”
After a quick shower, we sneak into the kitchen to make a surprise breakfast before Noia and Ryder wake up.
“What are you in the mood for?” he asks, rummaging through the fridge before pulling out eggs and bacon. His hair is starting to grow out on the sides again, and he’s got the top pulled back into a flat ponytail against the back of his head.
Damn. My man is sexy as fuck.
“Anything,” I say, hopping up onto one of the bar stools. “I’m famished. Our morning workout took a lot outta me.”
He shoots me a wicked grin over his shoulder, and I feel heat rush to my cheeks.
Last night’s confession still feels surreal—telling Jax I love him, only to have him say it back—deepening our connection in a way I hadn’t expected.
After all the heartache—after erasing that line I swore I’d never cross—is it really possible to fall in love after such a short time? Or was it something I’d felt from the beginning?
From the moment I laid eyes on Jax Riley, I knew there was something different about him. Something I just couldn’t put my finger on. But at the time I chose to ignore it, telling myself I just wanted to have some fun. Get laid.
Life sure does have a funny way of knocking you on your ass, though, doesn’t it? Especially when you least expect it.
“You’re blushing,” he says, setting a carton of eggs on the counter.
“Am not.”
“Are too.” He moves to stand between my legs, hands resting on my thighs as he leans in for a kiss. “It’s cute.”
Unable to suppress my smile, I roll my eyes. “How about you get your sexy ass in gear and make breakfast?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I watch as he moves around the kitchen, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them with a fork. There’s something incredibly sexy about a man cooking breakfast. Especially when that man is mine all mine.
Twenty minutes later, we’re sitting side by side at the kitchen island, giggling and touching as we feed each other when Noia and Ryder’s voices chime together from behind me. “Awww!”
Shaking his head, Jax looks at them and chuckles. “Fuck off, you two.”
“Sorry,” Noia laughs, definitely not sorry at all. “But you two are just so damn cute.”
“We’d give you some privacy,” Ryder adds as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “But you’re in our kitchen.”
All I can do is blush and bury my smile against Jax’s neck. “I guess we’re kinda into each other this morning.”
“Kinda?” Noia snorts, walking over to lean her butt against the kitchen island. “You two were so lost in each other’s eyes I could’ve set off fireworks and you wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Can you blame me?” Jax asks as he sits back. Eyes on me, he winks. “Last night, this woman told me she loves me.”
“About damn time,” Ryder mutters with a smirk in his voice.
Noia squeals. Launching herself, she throws her arms around me, nearly knocking me off the stool.
“Oh my god, you guys! I knew you two were meant to be!” she exclaims, squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe.
“I’ve been waiting with bated breath for this moment ever since the anniversary party!
Remember how I asked you about it the next morning and you swore up and down it was just a hookup? ”
“Okay, okay,” I laugh, patting her back. “You were right. Happy now?”
She pulls back, eyes suspiciously shiny. “Ecstatic.”
Ryder clears his throat, expression softening as he looks at us. “So, what’s the plan for today? You two want to head over after breakfast to check out the damage?”
My stomach drops at the reminder. In the blissful bubble Jax and I made this morning, I’d almost forgotten about the break-in.
An image of those men tearing through my home flashes in my mind, and I shiver. “Yeah,” I say, my voice losing a bit of its cheerfulness. “Best to get it over with.”
Jax’s hand, warm and reassuring, slides to the small of my back. “We’ll take care of it together. They mostly made a mess and broke some furniture. Nothing that can’t be fixed or replaced.”
“We’ll help. Right, babe?” Noia offers as she walks over to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Ryder’s nod is firm. “Damn straight.”