32. Jaxon
JAXON
Ifall asleep with Della in my arms, but when I wake up, she’s not here. I have a brief moment of panic that she left after we slept together, but then I hear milling around in the kitchen. Hopping out of bed, I throw on a pair of boxers to see what she’s up to.
Standing at the top of the steps, I watch her for a beat.
She’s wearing my shirt from last night, and it kisses just below her ass.
She doesn’t realize I’m staring as she dances around the kitchen, humming, opening cabinets, looking for what I assume are mugs.
I can’t help but smile at the scene unfolding in front of me, getting pulled deeper under this woman’s spell.
“Morning, Del.”
“Oh my gosh!” she jumps. “You scared me! I hope it’s okay that I’m making coffee, or trying to find coffee for you… for us, I guess…”
“Yeah, no worries, I appreciate the gesture,” I get close behind her and kiss behind her ear while my hand moves down her side to her ass. When I squeeze her, she responds by leaning in more.
As much as I want to bend her over the counter and slip inside of her, I realize she’s probably sore, and I switch gears.
“You weren’t there when I woke up this morning, and I have to tell you, Del, I’m a morning cuddle kind of a guy.”
“Bullshit, you are,” she laughs.
“Sometimes I am,” I laugh back in defense. “Like if it’s you. I can’t seem to keep my hands off.”
Picking her up, I lay her on the couch, and jump in next to her, wrapping my arm around her in the way I wanted to do when I woke up.
I’m thankful for the deep couch because we fit on it without problems, and we have the best morning of my life.
We’re laughing and talking, and there is even a song thrown in.
We just… get along. None of my siblings have talked about a connection like this, and the fact that it’s me out of the four of us is laughable; certainly the least expected.
After a bit, I get up to make us the coffee and bring it back over.
“Thank you so much, Jax,” she beams at me. “I was supposed to do that.”
“Eh, get me next time. So, tomorrow morning, because you’ll stay here tonight, right?
” I laugh, sitting back down, pulling her legs over mine.
What she doesn’t know is that I’m not joking, I’d freaking love to repeat all activities from last night.
The way I feel like I could get used to this scares the shit out of me.
It’s exactly why I was trying to keep some space between us.
Because I opened the door an inch to whatever this is, and it blew right off its hinges.
“Okay, hear me out,” she says, “I was thinking about ways I can show my appreciation to you, and something I thought was maybe I could paint Sir Magnum Biggs?”
I choke on the coffee before it shoots out of my mouth across the table.
“What?” She sits up, pulling her legs away. “I’m serious. I thought you might like it.”
Hurt flashes on her face, and although I wasn’t going to tell her about the whole thing, that’s no longer an option.
“Okay, so… I lied to you,” I say when I catch my breath.
Her face morphs into confusion.
“I um… so I never named the elk,” I start.
“So there is no Sir Magnum Biggs?” she asks.
“Well,” I move my head from side to side, “he exists. And if you painted him… it would have to be for the over-eighteen crowd. But I would be a hell of a nude model,” I laugh so hard I start wheezing.
“Wait…” I can see her gears turning as she realizes. “Did you name your dick that or something?”
“I most certainly did. It just happened as a joke, and it stuck.”
“You named your junk Sir Magnum Biggs?!” She now joins in the kind of laughter that makes us both unable to breathe.
“There have been no complaints about SMB from you. And you can’t deny he lives up to the name,” I smile.
“Oh my God,” she swats me with the back of her hand.
The moment is benign and silly, but at the heart of it is a happy contentment that settles deep, and I don’t know if I’m ready to be without that again.
After we have breakfast and coffee, she leaves, and I get to my office to put in a few hours of work.
Tonight, my parents are hosting a fancy dinner party to commemorate the season, and there are several things I have to get done before I can enjoy it.
It’s just our family, and Molly, but tonight, I’m bringing Della.
The fact that I asked them if I could bring her on Friday before we left for the bar speaks volumes, because this dinner isn’t for anyone casual.