Chapter 9 #3
My fingers thread into Jax’s hair, holding him against my thigh as he kisses closer and closer to where I need him.
My other hand stays under Knox’s shirt, spreading over the hard planes of his stomach and chest, feeling the way his breathing has gone rough.
When Jax’s mouth reaches the edge of my shorts and he presses a long, open kiss right there, so close to my pussy that the heat of his breath sinks straight through the thin fabric, I break the kiss with Knox on a sharp, shaky moan.
“Fuck,” Knox breathes against my lips. His hand tightens on my breast. “Look at you.”
Jax's mouth is still hot against the seam of my shorts when the baby monitor on the side table crackles to life.
A soft whimper comes through the speaker.
Then another.
Owen.
Everything stops.
Jax pulls back immediately, his hands still on my thighs but no longer moving. Knox's hand stills on my breast, his breathing rough against my ear.
For a heartbeat, no one moves.
Then Owen lets out a louder cry, sleepy and upset.
"I got him," Jax says, his voice low and steady.
He presses one more kiss to the inside of my thigh, then stands, adjusting himself with a wince and a crooked grin. "Be right back, baby."
I watch him walk out of the room, my chest tight with something I can't name.
Knox shifts beside me, pulling me against his chest. His hand slides up to cup my jaw, tilting my face toward his. "You okay?"
I nod, still catching my breath. "Yeah. I just—"
"He comes first," Knox says simply. "Always."
My throat goes tight. Because he means it. They both do.
We sit there in the quiet, Knox's arms around me, his thumb stroking slow circles against my ribs. I can hear Jax's low voice through the monitor, murmuring something soft and soothing to Owen.
A few minutes later, Jax walks back into the room.
Owen is draped over his shoulder, half-asleep, his little fist curled in Jax's shirt.
"He's good," Jax says quietly, rubbing Owen's back. "Just needed to know someone was there."
I stand and walk over, pressing a kiss to Owen's head. "Thank you."
Jax's free hand slides around my waist, pulling me close. "Don't thank me for taking care of him, Ainsley. He's ours too."
Knox stands and joins us, his hand settling on Owen's back beside Jax's.
For a moment, we just stand there, the four of us, and I feel it.
This is a family.
Not perfect. Not without complications.
But real.
Jax carries Owen back to his room and settles him into the crib. When he returns, his eyes are dark and hungry again.
"Now," he says, his voice rough. "Where were we?"
Knox's hand slides back up my side, and I shiver.
"Right here," I whisper.
And this time, when they touch me, it feels even more grounded.
Even more real.
Because they didn't just choose me.
They chose all of me.
Including Owen.
Jax doesn't make me ask twice.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties and drags them down together. I lift my hips to help him. The cool air hits my bare, soaked skin for only a second before he tosses the clothes aside and settles back between my thighs, looking at me like he’s starving.
“Fuck, Ainsley,” he breathes. “Look how wet you are for us.”
Knox’s hand slides down my stomach as Jax leans in. Two of Knox’s thick fingers stroke through my folds, slow and deliberate, gathering the slickness there. He groans against my mouth.
“Soaking,” Knox mutters. “She’s fucking dripping, Jax.”
Jax answers by spreading me open with his thumbs and dragging his tongue in one long, hot stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerks. A broken sound tears out of me into Knox’s kiss.
“That’s it,” Knox murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. “Let him taste you.” His fingers replace Jax’s tongue for a moment, two of them circling my entrance before pushing inside, slow, deep, stretching me open. “Christ, she’s tight.”
Jax doesn’t wait. The second Knox starts fingering me, Jax’s mouth is back on my clit, licking in steady, filthy circles. He sucks gently, then flatter with his tongue, matching the rhythm of Knox’s fingers pumping in and out of me.
“You taste so fucking good,” Jax says against my pussy, voice rough. “Been wanting this. Wanted my mouth on you since the second you opened that door.”
Knox curls his fingers and strokes that spot inside me that makes my thighs shake. “She’s clenching already. Feel that?” He keeps working me, slow and deep, while Jax keeps licking and sucking like he has no intention of stopping. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Let us make you feel good.”
I’m trembling between them, one hand still buried in Jax’s hair, the other gripping Knox’s forearm as he fingers me.
Every stroke of Knox’s fingers, every wet drag of Jax’s tongue, sends another wave of heat rolling through me.
I’m so wet the sound of it is filthy in the quiet room, and neither of them seems to mind.
They just keep going, Knox’s fingers working me open, Jax’s mouth devoted and hungry on my clit, and all I can do is hold on and let them.
Knox’s fingers keep working me, slow, deep, curling just right, while Jax’s tongue stays locked on my clit, licking in steady, filthy circles. The dual sensation is too much. My thighs start to shake around Jax’s shoulders. My breath comes in short, broken gasps against Knox’s mouth.
“That’s it,” Knox murmurs. “You’re close, aren’t you? Can feel you fluttering around my fingers.”
Jax sucks my clit between his lips and flicks it with his tongue at the same time Knox presses harder against that spot inside me. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming, nothing like the quiet, controlled releases I’ve given myself alone in the dark.
“Oh—fuck—” The word tears out of me. My back arches. My hand tightens hard in Jax’s hair.
“Let go, baby,” Knox says against my cheek, voice rough and coaxing. “We’ve got you. Come for us.”
It hits me like a wave I can’t stop.
My whole body locks, then shatters. I come harder than I ever have in my life, crying out, thighs clamping around Jax’s head, pussy clenching rhythmically around Knox’s fingers as pleasure rips through me in long, pulsing waves.
Jax keeps licking me through it, softer now but relentless, while Knox strokes me from the inside until I’m trembling and oversensitive and completely wrecked.
When it finally starts to ease, I’m boneless between them, chest heaving, eyes wet.
Jax presses one last gentle kiss to my clit, then to the inside of my thigh, and looks up at me with a soft, almost reverent expression. Knox eases his fingers out of me carefully and brings them to his mouth, tasting me without looking away from my face.
I can’t speak.
I’ve never come for anyone else before. Never let anyone get me there. The realization sits heavy and sweet in my chest, tangled up with the way they’re both still touching me, Jax’s hands stroking soothingly up and down my thighs, Knox’s palm warm against my bare stomach.
I feel drunk on it. Soft. Open. Like something inside me has cracked wide open and all that’s left is this warm, floaty, helpless affection.
“Come here,” Knox says quietly, and pulls me into his lap. I go without resistance, straddling his thighs, still shaking a little. Jax rises up onto the couch beside us and wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pressing a slow kiss to the back of my shoulder.
I turn my face into Knox’s neck and just breathe him in. My fingers curl weakly in his shirt. Jax’s hand strokes up and down my side, gentle now.