22. Twenty-Two
TWENTY-TWO
H arley
Jax kicks his bedroom door shut behind us and closes the distance between us and his bathroom in two long strides. He flicks the light on, illuminating an entirely black bathroom.
Black marble walls surround us. A deep black granite tiled sink rests inside marble countertops that match the walls. Above the sink is a large mirror that covers the wall, stopping right along the glass wall looking into the black tiled shower to the left.
Off to the right is a black panel door that hides a toilet that is nowhere to be seen. Black towels sit perfectly folded on a shelf next to the shower door. Even with everything black, the light seems to offset every dark accent in the small room.
Jax slowly lowers me down his body until my feet land on the slatted dark gray wood flooring. He loops his fingers into the belt loops on the front of my jeans and he pulls me closer to him.
“Would you like to shower with me?” he asks.
I roll my lips and drop my gaze to his chest. “My things are in my bag.”
“I’ll go grab it.”
Jax places a quick kiss on my cheek and quickly leaves the bathroom. He returns with my black bag that I left on his bed. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares down at it.
“What’s that look for?”
His eyes snap up to meet mine. “I thought you said you were wearing a dress tomorrow?”
“Hanging up in your closet. By the way, you have a lot of clothes,” I point out while taking the bag from his hands.
One dark eyebrow raises. “You have a lot of shoes.”
“Tomato, potato,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. I drop my bag on the countertop and hand him my shampoo and conditioner.
“It is not the fucking same,” he says opening the shower door and turning the water on. “Now strip.”
I freeze at his demand. I hadn’t exactly planned for a shower before taking my clothes off tonight. Because I may have expected he would manhandle me in a much different way tonight than just throwing me over his shoulder.
Jax turns to face me, cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms over his chest. “What just happened here?”
Pulling at the collar of the jersey, I look down my shirt confirming what I already know I’m wearing. I close my eyes, wincing at my own embarrassment. My cheeks fill with heat, and I release a shaky breath.
“Harley,” Jax says, making my insides melt.
“I may or may not have thought tonight was going to go differently than me getting undressed to shower and I am wearing something not so subtle underneath all these clothes,” I blurt out.
Slowly, I open my eyes and look at him. The corners of his mouth twitch as he holds back a smile. His nostrils flare as he reaches up to grip the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. His dark, lust filled eyes track up the length of my body.
“You planning to show me, Davidson? Because I’m really curious to see your not so subtle something underneath your clothes.” He flicks the button on his pants and steps out of them.
I’ve never actually seen Jax completely naked yet. My head spins, my mouth goes dry, and I rub my thighs together at the sight of him standing there in nothing but a pair of dark navy briefs that cling to his body like a second skin.
Every perfectly sculpted muscle is one I want to map with my fingers, lips, and tongue. Tattoos cover his chest and shoulders, covering every inch of skin until his wrists. None of them have color. But each one tells its own story and is as beautiful as the next.
When I finally meet his gaze, he raises an eyebrow at me in that same daring way he did the first day we met. The challenge behind it.
Grabbing the hem of my jersey, I pull it up and over my head. Jax steps closer, crowding me against the counter. His fingers slip beneath the low-cut, long-sleeved, black t-shirt. The rough pads and calluses trail up my ribcage as he drags it up my body.
The shirt falls to the floor soundlessly, leaving me standing in front of him in only a bra and a pair of skinny jeans. Jax’s eyes stay fixed on mine as he lowers himself to his knees. He pops the button on my jeans open and slowly pulls the zipper down. His hands slide under the denim on my hips then move to grip my lace covered ass in his palms.
The moment he runs his hands down the backs of my thighs, taking my jeans with them, his eyes finally drop from mine. My heart takes flight at the muttered curse that falls from his lips.
“I think red might be my new favorite color,” he says roughly.
Jax lifts me to the countertop, making it so that he can pull the jeans from my ankles. As he stands, he runs the tips of his fingers up the length of my bare legs. Goosebumps rise in their path. He brings one hand up to cradle my jaw, tilting my chin up with his thumb.
“And you, Harley Thomas, are my new favorite flavor,” Jax murmurs right before closing his mouth over mine.
His firm lips part in time with mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth, circling my own. Each pass of his tongue grows more urgent. He kisses me like it’s the last time he will ever get to do so. Both his large hands drop to my hips, lifting me from the countertop allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
Jax carries me into the shower. Water cascades down our bodies from each direction. He walks until he presses my back into the cool tile. It isn’t hard like you see in the movies. It’s tentative and gentle, the way he always is with me. He holds me up with his hips, running his hands up my ribs, along the length of my arms, until he buries them in my hair. His fingers twine into the strands.
When Jax pulls back the slightest bit, I pinch his bottom lip between my teeth. His low growl vibrates through my body. I can feel his hard cock pressing between my spread legs. My core throbs from the pressure combined with the heat of him.
Jax drops a hand, cupping my breast. He runs a thumb over my hardened nipple over the lace of my bra. I let my head fall back against the tile as pleasure racks throughout my body with each light pass of his thumb.
“I love that you wear these lacy bras. Fucking love that you’re not hiding beneath underwire and padding.” He grinds his length along my aching center, showing me exactly how much he loves my bra.
“Zayden,” I whine when he grinds into me again.
He slips a hand behind me. His fingers make quick work of the clasp on the bra. The fabric clings to me from being soaked by the running water. Jax continues to hold me up with only his hips while he uses both hands to strip the wet material from me. It splashes to the shower floor.
“Grind that tight, wet pussy on me, pretty girl.”
His hands land on my hips, moving me in a way that has his hard dick rubbing against my clit in the most amazing way. The slow friction paired with the lace of my underwear rubbing against me builds my orgasm at a deliciously fast pace.
Jax scrapes his teeth down my neck. Nipping a trail from my collar bone down my chest. He closes his mouth around a nipple. The loud moan that leaves my mouth is drowned out by the sound of the rapid fall of the water against the tile.
My back bows from the wall as I tip over the edge. Every nerve in my body hums with pleasure. My hips continue mindlessly rocking against him, dragging out my orgasm until I am left panting through the aftershocks.
Jax lowers me to my feet, holding me in place while my body comes down from the incredible high. I start placing soft kisses along the ink covering his chest. Moving my lips lower with each press into his heated skin. Looking up at him, I drop down to my knees between him and the wall.
“Teach me,” I whisper softly.
His brows pull together, and he inhales sharply. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pull them down his muscular thighs. His hardened cock bobs in front of my face. I keep my eyes locked on him, waiting for him to speak.
Jax places both palms flat on the tile. The rapid rise and fall of his chest can’t be missed as he adjusts himself in front of me. He spreads his legs out a little wider than shoulder width. With one hand, he reaches down and strokes himself from base to tip. I wet my lips, rolling them together nervously.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his expression not changing.
I nod once, dropping my gaze to where his hand moves up and down his intimidating length. I watch him squeeze at the base before his hand disappears from sight. I look up in time to see him place it back on the shower wall.
“Wrap your hand around the base.”
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around him. My eyes widen a fraction when my fingers don’t meet my thumb. I flick my gaze back up to meet his eyes. A staggered breath passes through his clenched teeth.
“Run your tongue up from the base to the tip along the underside.”
My heart pounds furiously in my chest. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Doing as he said, I drag my tongue up the length of him.
“Fuck,” he hisses letting his eyes fall shut. “Take me into your mouth as far as you can go.”
My lips stretch around him while I put him into my mouth. I go until the tip hits the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex.
“Gagging is hot, puking is not. Only take what you can handle,” he says. The corners of his mouth tilt up at his comment. “When you pull off, give the tip attention. With your tongue or sucking, both work.”
I pull his dick out of my mouth, my hand following. Running my thumb over the ball peeking out from the tip, I ask, “What about this?”
His heated eyes stare down at me. “What do you mean?”
“Is there anything that makes this worth having?”
Jax’s throat bobs. “Humming.”
“Humming?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Yeah. Wrap your mouth around me and hum.”
I pump his length and brush my lips over the head. “Anything else?”
“There’s always deep throating, but that might be a little too much.”
I nod and tease my lips down his cock. “You’re probably right.”
“Teasing me will guarantee you get your mouth fucked, doe eyes,” Jax says through clenched teeth.
I give him a wicked smile before circling the metal ball with the tip of my tongue. Then I suck the tip into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and swallowing around him. His eyes roll back, and he releases a loud groan. I hum as I retreat, pumping him with my hand a few times before taking him in my mouth again.
“Fuck, just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”
I repeat everything. Sliding him in and out of my mouth. Stroking him with my fist, my tongue, and my lips. It isn’t long before each muscle in his body tightens.
“I’m going to come,” Jax says, batting my hand away from him. “Chin up,” he grits out.
I let my head fall back, looking up at him as his hand moves quickly along the length of his cock. Seconds pass before the warmth of his release starts to coat my neck and chest. He pulls me to my feet, pinning me to the tiled wall.
“I’d come in your mouth,” he murmurs, his eyes tracking over the mess coating my skin. “But you’re so pretty covered in my come.”
“You’ve said that before,” I say breathlessly.
He meets my stare. “I meant it.”