7. Jax
JAX
My heart is pounding so hard that I’m afraid I’m going to stress myself into a heart attack or something. I’ve been waiting to have this conversation with her, waiting for her to give me a second chance. We need it, to air out what held us back so we can move forward.
When I see she’s stuck, like a possum before a predator, I clear my throat. “She also told me something else.”
Marley blinks a few times in a row. The only inclination I have that she heard me.
I take it as a confirmation to keep going.
Sometimes Marley short-circuits, a fight with her brain about what she wants to say instinctively and what she really means.
I get that, and I’m willing to wait or change the conversation. Whatever she needs more of.
“She told me there are toys to help stretch a beta to take an alpha’s knot.”
Her eyes widen and start to water as she looks straight at me. “A knot? Your knot…”
I nod, nervous and excited. “Yeah, it’s built specifically for betas.”
Her eyebrows furrow, and a frown appears. “B-but the doctor…he never?—”
“Fuck that doctor, Marley,” I blurt out, running my hand through my hair. “He was a fucking prick, and I wish I would have fought harder to get a second opinion instead of letting you go.”
She swallows roughly, sniffling a little. “A second opinion for what? The tests were conclusive.”
I shrug. “A second opinion on our options. It always bothered me that he stressed an omega was the solution before exploring other options. I want kids, but I want your kids. It’s always been you.
I never gave a shit about anything else, and if we never got to have any, or hell, if we adopted, I would have been ecstatic. "
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I’ll…think about it.”
I nod. Fair enough. The doctor is heavily the reason we broke up, so I don’t blame her for being nervous.
“Can you explain more about the toy?” she asks, her cheeks turning a slight pink as she plays with her braid flung over her shoulder.
Marley isn’t one to get nervous much. She’s more of a take-no-shit hardass and the most stubborn woman out of everyone I know.
But this…talking about us getting back together, and the possibility of being intimate again, it hints at a vulnerability that only I’ve ever seen in her.
“I’ll have to find it. It’s somewhere in my closet, but it’s basically a dildo with an inflatable pump for the knot at the base,” I tell her, willing myself not to get hard at the image of her pussy wrapped around it.
I’ve never cared or pressured Marley to take my knot; all I’ve ever cared about is her pleasure.
“Wait, you bought it?”
I let out a hollow laugh. “I had to make sure it was real, and thought it was easier to believe in person.”
She nods. “That makes sense. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it either.”
I scratch the back of my head. “Honestly, it wasn’t that easy to find. Most of the websites I browsed for uhh...self pleasure didn’t have it, or at least it wasn’t front and center.”
Marley’s mouth twitches. “You browsed sites? As in multiple?”
Clearing my throat and realizing I don’t need to be embarrassed, I nod. “Yup. There’s definitely a large variety out there.”
Her eyebrow raises. “You see anything else you like?”
Against my will, my cock hardens and presses against my jean’s zipper. “You really wanna know?”
She nods, her eyes dropping to my crotch before she scoots closer. Her hands trail up my thighs. I catch my breath, watching her.
“Marley…”
She shushes me. “I want to do this. I want to show you that I’m serious about giving us a chance, okay? Think of it as payback for all the nights you took care of me when you didn’t have to.”
It tugs at my heart, and I swallow down the want as I catch her wrist. “I’ll always take care of you. You don’t have to?—”
“Shut up and let me suck your cock, Jax.” Her big brown eyes glare at me.
I lick my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
Marley snickers, and we both fall quiet as her hands continue to slither up my thighs.
I slouch farther on the couch, opening my legs so she can undo my jeans.
I can’t believe this is happening, and I’m a little too selfish to stop it.
If I thought about it a little harder, I’d guess that Marley wants to make her mark.
She doesn’t like that I’ve touched someone else, and she wants to be the last. Her jealousy has always reared an ugly head, but I can’t say I’m not the same.
The relief I felt when I came back to town and found out Marley hadn’t seen anyone almost brought me to my knees again.
She pulls my zipper down, and each clink of metal echoes around us.
Goosebumps ripple over my skin as her fingers brush against my stomach and curl into my waistband.
A groan buried deep in my chest rumbles out as she pulls out my cock, her dainty hand wrapping around my hard shaft.
I doubt I’ll be able to last long, not when I have the woman of every single one of my dreams touching me.
Marley’s movements are sure as she strokes up and down my shaft. I watch her with heavy hooded lids, my cock twitching in her hold as her tongue peeks out, dragging along the seam of her mouth.
Fire curls in my stomach just from having her near, and I lose the ability to breathe as she leans down, licking a path from the bulge of my knot to my tip before sucking my dick between her lips.
I grab on to the couch, my knuckles white as my fingers dig into the cushion, every inch of my body tight with the need to come down her pretty throat.
Her muffled giggle makes my hips jerk, and I slide farther into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t—fuck, I can’t last. I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t slow down. Her hands twist and stroke me faster as she bobs up and down, and her cheeks hollow as she sucks me harder.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t think past anything but how amazing it feels, and the fact that it’s her.
Marley. I never thought we’d be like this again.
I had hoped, dreamed, but the eagerness with which she works my cock in her mouth...
The tiny sliver of control snaps, and I come.
My cock swells, and I thrust harder when she squeezes at my knot.
Rope after rope of my cum spills down her throat.
She groans, gulping it down, and I grunt, her sound ringing more out of me until I collapse back onto the couch.
Marley pulls away, wiping at her lips with a smile. “Pent up?”
A playful growl rumbles in my chest. “I bet it wouldn’t take more than a few flicks of my fingers for you to come just as fast.”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and she stands with flushed cheeks before she shrugs. “Probably, but we’ll save that for our date.”
My heart skips a beat just as it had started to calm down. “Okay. This Friday?” That’s our next day off together; I would know since I make Tracy mirror our schedules.
Marley nods, her eyes lingering on me as I tuck myself away and walk her to the door.
Before she walks out, I grab her arm and tug her back to press a kiss onto her head.
She stills, then gently pulls away and looks over her shoulder.
Her eyes say it all: everything I’ve been feeling since she said okay.
And it’s the moment I let myself have true hope of us making it work.