14. Jaxson
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAXSON
When I finally get home from the road trip, I don’t waste a moment getting to her.
I skip all the bullshit and drive straight to her apartment.
Don’t care that I haven’t slept in goddamn days or that my body feels like I took a sledgehammer to every joint.
I need to see her. I need my firecracker in my arms, in my lap, and under me. Preferably all at the same time.
She answers the door in leggings and a faded T-shirt, still yawning, hair everywhere, feet bare.
I’m pretty sure I actually groan when I see her.
Like, fuck me, how is she this cute after working a thousand hours in the ER?
My sweet girl blinks up at me and then just melts, right there, like her bones can’t even hold her up. I know the feeling.
“Thought you’d never get here,” she mumbles, pulling me inside and locking the door behind us.
“The drive took too goddamn long.” I lift her right off the floor and smash my mouth to hers. Nothing gentle about it. This is pure fucking starvation. Three days without her is three days too long, and I’m done pretending I’m capable of moderation.
She melts into me, legs wrapping around my waist, arms around my neck. I haul her straight to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed so I can spend a second just staring at her, taking in that wrecked expression and the way she’s looking at me like I’m water in the damn desert.
“You’re staring,” she breathes, eyes hot, and grins like she knows exactly what she’s doing to my self-control.
“Can’t help myself. You’re perfect.”
She laughs, the sound pure trouble, then tugs her shirt off and tosses it across the room. “Shut up and get over here.”
I tear my own shirt off, then my pants and boxers hit the floor a few seconds later. She’s sprawled out on the bed, all long legs and narrow hips and the softest fucking skin I’ve ever seen in my life. My heart detonates while all the blood in my body flows straight to my cock.
“Don’t move,” I grit out. The view is so fucking perfect, and I want to remember this. Harper, minus the attitude, flushed and rumpled and giving me the look that turns my brain inside out. Jesus.
She pouts. “If you don’t get over here, I’m going to start without you.”
“Not a chance, firecracker.” I crawl up the bed, every muscle in my body straining toward her.
My cock is already begging for the main event, but I take my time.
I start at her ankle, kissing up and up, catching her knee with my teeth just to hear that squeak I like.
I can see she’s got goosebumps all over, and I love knowing I did that to her.
“Hurry up. We have five days to make up for,” she mutters. I hook my hand around the back of her knee and drag her closer, so I can run my mouth up her thigh and breathe her in. Fuck, I could die happy right here.
“I’m taking my time with you. Deal with it.” I nip the soft skin, and she yelps, her legs already squeezing me like she’s trying to trap me in bed forever. If that’s her plan, I’m one hundred percent on board.
I keep going, kissing up her thigh, slow as hell, just to tease her. The little shiver she gives almost makes me lose my mind. When I get close to where she’s dripping for me, I breathe her in and swear under my breath.
“Jaxson,” she says, all breathy and bossy at the same time. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”
That does it. I groan and hook my arms under her knees, spreading her wide. “Patience, firecracker.” My tongue finds her clit, slow and deliberate, and fuck me, she tastes like heaven. Her back arches right off the bed.
“Fuck patience.” Her dirty words go straight to my cock. Every instinct I have is about giving her more. She runs her fingers through my hair and holds me exactly where she wants me.
Her hips start moving, chasing my tongue. I suck her clit just long enough to make her curse, then I slide two fingers inside and press up, searching for that spot that’ll break her open. I’m a fucking maniac for her. I want to spend the rest of my life right here.
She comes hard, her whole body shaking, every muscle tight. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks, and she says my name over and over in a continuous loop.
My cock is throbbing so hard I can barely see straight. Usually, I’m all about control, but with Harper? She’s got me at her mercy, and I fucking love it.
I finally let go of her thighs, and she starts to come down, her whole body melting into the sheets. She’s moaning, her voice hoarse and satisfied. The sight of her, wrecked and perfect, does me in.
Fuck it. I need to be inside her right now.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then crawl up her body, throwing my arms on either side of her shoulders so I can stare down at my girl. She blinks up at me, hair sticking to her damp cheeks, eyes wild and soft all at once.
That’s it. I grab her by the hips and drag her flush against me, savoring the little gasp she lets out when my erection slides through her folds. She’s already so wet for me; I know I’m not going to last long once her slick folds wrap around my cock.
I push in, slow at first, and the heat nearly punches the breath from my chest. Holy fuck. My cock feels like it’s going to short-circuit my entire nervous system. She’s so goddamn wet and tight and ready, like her body already knows it belongs to me. And only me.
Harper lets out a desperate little moan that goes right to my goddamn balls. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me down, her mouth hot against my ear.
“Don’t be gentle. I need you,” she whispers, nails digging into my back.
No problem, firecracker. I want to give her everything she’s ever needed. I slam home, the force rattling the headboard against the wall. She arches up and wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me even deeper.
Fuck me. This girl is going to be the death of me.
“God, Jaxson, I missed you so much.” She says it like a confession, pure and unfiltered. I drive in harder, needing her to know that she owns me, every last piece.
I pin her wrists over her head, loving the flash in her wild hazel eyes. “Mine. All mine.” It isn’t a question.
“Yours,” she gasps, and it makes every cell in my body explode.
I thrust hard, relentlessly. She’s so goddamn perfect. I watch the way her tits bounce, the flush running down her neck, the way her lips part around my name when I hit that magic spot. Fucking perfect.
I’m losing my mind here.
I watch the way her curvy body arches under me, and I want to do it again.
Over and over. No break, no time-out, just the sound of my cock pounding into her.
Every thrust is magic. Her tits bounce, her nails dig into my back, and her mouth drops open, and I know I’m blowing her mind. Fucking perfect.
I growl out her name, and she shivers. She’s squeezing me so tight I know my cock will be bruised, but I don’t let up. I want to fuck her into the mattress.
I grab her hips and tilt her just right, and when I ram in this time, she damn near screams. Yeah, that’s what I want. She melts under me, lost in the sensation. I’m barely holding it together. I want to come so bad it’s a battle just to keep going.
“You feel so goddamn good,” I mutter, slamming in again. She clenches around me, and I nearly lose it. “This pussy was made for me. All mine.”
She sobs my name like a prayer. Music to my ears.
Her legs shake around my hips, and I pound faster.
She’s dripping wet, desperate, and totally at my mercy.
The sound Harper makes as she breaks apart drives me wild.
I can’t hold back another second. I let go and come so hard it feels like the world is exploding around us.
Her pussy milks my cock, squeezing and pulsing, and she shatters under me, head tossed back, hair everywhere, chest arched so those perfect tits are begging for my mouth.
I give in and bite the curve of her breast, not gentle at all.
Yeah. That does it. She comes again, sobbing my name over and over.
I’m never letting her go. I thrust through every aftershock, trying to memorize the insane heat and wildness of her wrapped around me. I can’t breathe. My brain has turned to absolute mush, and there’s nothing left but need.
I collapse on top of her, pressing my face into her neck, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I whisper it, quiet but desperate. “I love you, Harper. God, I love you so fucking much.”
She goes still under me, and for a second, I think maybe I made a mistake telling her this soon.
Then she cups my jaw, her eyes shining. “I love you, too, Jaxson. I really, really do. I’ve been trying to fight it, trying to remember all the reasons this shouldn’t work, but they don’t matter. None of it matters when I’m with you.”
“We can make this work.” I pull her sweet body close to my side and slowly run my hand up and down her back. “No more hiding.”
She lifts her head and places her chin on my chest. Her deep hazel eyes hold mine captive. “No more hiding. My brother is just going to have to accept our relationship.”
“I’ll take care of it,” I say as my mind whirls.
“No, I’ll tell Ryan.” Harper traces slow, lazy circles over my chest while I try to get my lungs back into working order.
I’m so in love with her, it’s almost embarrassing.
Crazy, wild, can’t-wait-another-minute obsessed.
“I plan to do it when he’s in town next week,” she whispers, her chin digging into my pec.
That’s right. I’d almost forgotten we have a game against the Titans next week. “He wants to meet me for lunch.”
My blood instantly lights on fire. “I’ll go with you.”
She shakes her head. “I need to do this myself.”
My girl is nothing if not stubborn. It’s one of a million things I fucking love about her. I want to argue. Hell, I want to be there when she breaks the news to Ryan, but the determination in her eyes stops me. She wants to fight her own battles, and I’m smart enough to let her.
“Whatever you need, baby. Just know I’ve got your back.” I pull her tight against my chest and bury my face in her wild hair. She smells like vanilla and rain and pure Harper. “If he gives you any shit, I’ll kick his ass. Hell, I plan to kick his ass on the ice no matter what.”
She rolls her eyes and snorts. “If he gives me trouble, I’ll kick his ass.”
Fuck yes. She couldn’t be any more goddamn perfect.