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My body starts to tense, and Jaxson must realize I’m close to coming because he speeds up his thrusts. He sits up, and I’m forced to wrap my arms and legs around him or fall off. He stands from the bed abruptly and moves across the room. He presses my back against the wall and looks deep into my eyes.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Perfect.”
“Hold on.”
That’s the only warning I get before he slams into me. I throw my head back and scream in ecstasy as he hammers inside me. Jaxson maneuvers his hand between us and flicks my clit, and I spasm around his cock. He thrusts one final time, and his body shudders around me.
Jaxson carries me back to the bed and lays me down gently. “I’ll be right back.” He returns a moment later, condom gone and a washrag in his hand. He starts cleaning me up despite my protests.
He kisses me softly on the lips, but then a knock at his front door has him scrambling for his jeans. “Fuck, I forgot about the food.”
I giggle as I watch him struggle to pull his pants up. He races out the door, and I grab his t-shirt off the floor and tug it over my head. I enter the living room as he shuts the door. My mouth waters as the smell of pizza hits me.
Jaxson grabs some paper plates and beers while I turn on the television. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I respond.
“Why the wordWinchester?”he asks, curiously. “Does your dad own a lot of those guns or something?”
I laugh. “No. It’s from my favorite TV show.”
“A television show, seriously?”
“Yep,” I say, popping the p. “Supernatural.”
“Never seen it.”
I gasp and grab my chest. “I don’t think we can be together, Jaxson Rivers.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Dean Winchester is fucking hot, and Baby, his 1967 Chevy Impala…” I moan. “The things I would do to that man and car.”
Jaxson growls and tackles me to the couch, pizza forgotten. “I think I’m enough man for you, baby. As for the car, we’ll see about that.” He slips his finger into my core. “The only name I want to hear from your lips like that is mine.”
And it is… three more times.
CHAPTER 33
JAXSON
“I still can’t believeGeneral Parks is okay with this,” Carver says, disbelieving.
Carver and I are putting the finishing touches on my surprise for Aurora. I add the bows while Carver secures the knots in the ribbons, and we step back to admire our handy work.
“Why wouldn’t he be?” I counter.
“I’m just saying, she could do better.”
I flip him off. “They should be here any minute.”
“Calm down,” he says. “Everything’s ready.”
I pace back and forth, rolling my shoulders to release the tension. My palms are sweaty, and my heart is beating so fast I swear it’s going to explode out of my chest.
Car doors slam, and Aurora’s laughter filters through the windows.