Page 40 of Anyone But Me

“It looks like both of you are pretty lucky.” Annika smirked, but when I gave her a warning look, she became more serious. “You know, lucky to get along so well with the person you’re living with. The man I live with is questionable.”

“Ouch.” Wren rubbed at his chest as if her jab physically hurt him.

“You two are definite couple goals,” Jax told them. “I love how silly you are together. That’s what I want…” Her eyes moved from Annika and Wren over to me. “Someday.”

It was another one of those moments I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Jax definitely had some sort of feelings for me. There was no doubt in my mind. Now the question was just how I could become the type of person who could keep her interest. Someone she wouldn’t grow bored of.

“On that note…” Annika looked down at her wrist as if she was wearing a watch (which she definitely wasn’t). “We should have some cake, so we can head out. Don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

Jax stood to her feet and started walking toward the kitchen. “Cake sounds great, but stay as long as you’d like. You could never overstay your welcome. We love having you here.”

“That’s very nice, but…” Annika stretched her arms above her head and let out a yawn that wasn’t the slightest bit believable. “I’m zonked. I need to get home and go to bed.”

Jax cut the cake into small pieces and handed them around, then we all made small talk while we ate. When Annika and Wren were done, they didn’t waste any time before saying goodbye and heading out.

After the door was shut behind them, Jax looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and slightly downturned lips. “I didn’t say anything to offend them, did I? I felt like we were having a nice time, and then suddenly, they were running out of here.”

I had to think fast, and luckily, I was able to come up with the perfect excuse since Annika and Wren had let Jax know that they were expecting. “Annika told me her pregnancy hormones are making her really horny. Talking about their relationship probably put her in the mood.”

That answer seemed to satisfy Jax, because the smile immediately returned to her face. “Speaking of being in the mood…” She put her hands on my hips and pulled me closer to her. “Your room or mine?”

How did those words alone have my body buzzing in anticipation already? I swear Jax knew exactly how to make me tick, and she did it all the time. “Let’s do your room this time.”

Jax motioned toward her room. “After you, my lady.”

When we were in her room, Jax trapped me against the door and held my hands above my head. “Any requests?”

I would take anything this woman offered me. Everything she did was incredibly sexy and had me melting under her touch, but something about that question really turned me on. “I love when you ask me that.”

“I know.” Jax leaned in and stole a quick kiss before pulling back slightly. “You know what I think?”

I squirmed, trying to free myself from her, but it was no use. Jax was much stronger than she appeared. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

Jax kissed me once again and when she pulled back, there was a shit-eating grin on her face. “I love when you’re sassy. Anyway, I think you like it when I ask if you have requests, because you like making the decision, because you secretly love being in control.”

She was right. I loved feeling like I had my life under control, and something about that definitely translated to the bedroom. I loved taking control. Having Jax at my mercy, doing whatever I asked was such a turn-on. And now I knew exactly what my request was.

I wiggled my hands until I was able to pull them out of Jax’s grip, then used one to gently push her away. I kept my hand on her chest as I forced her to walk backward toward the bed. “You’re right. I do love being in control. That’s why, right now, you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

Jax swallowed hard, but the smile never left her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

I pushed her onto the bed, then pointed to the top of it. “Up there. Lay down.”

Jax nodded and crawled backward. “Clothes on or off?”

“Keep them on for now.” I smiled when an idea came to my head. “I think I’ll take mine off though.”

I slowly removed layer by layer. Every time I was tempted to hurry up the process, I looked in Jax’s fiery eyes and forced myself to slow down. I loved how crazy this was making her.

I removed my final piece of clothing—my underwear—and tossed it across the room.

Jax’s eyes followed its path before landing back on me. “Now what?” she asked breathlessly. “Will you be joining me?”

I could tell how much she wanted me to, which was exactly why I was going to wait. I wanted to draw this out until she was dripping for me. “Not yet.” I brought my hand between my legs. “I figured I’d take care of myself first.”

As Jax watched me touch myself, I pretended it was her hand instead of my own. I threw my head back as my fingers caused my clit to become harder and harder.

“Fuck,” Jax groaned. “When can I touch you?”

I removed my hand from between my legs and licked my fingers clean before bringing my focus back to Jax. The way her eyes were burning with desire for me and me only gave me a confidence I’d never experienced before. “Did I say you could speak?”

Jax’s breathing picked up and her pupils blew wide. “Holy shit.”

I brought my finger to my lips to remind her to be quiet, then shoved that same finger deep inside of myself. “Where are your toys?”

“In… in the closet. Bottom left. Shoe box.”

I went to her closet and tore through it until I found the shoe box. I ripped it open and held it out toward Jax. “Which is your favorite to use on yourself?”

“The pink vibrator.”

Jax reached out her hand as if she expected me to hand it to her, but I brought the box close to my chest instead.

I took out the pink vibrator and turned it on, then held it in the air. “This better satisfy me.”

“Y-you’re using it? On yourself?”

I nodded and brought the toy down to my opening. “I’m going to make myself come, and if you’re a good girl, I might just let you come as well.”

Jax whimpered, but her eyes remained glued to the toy.

I pushed the toy inside of myself slowly.

Fuck. No wonder Jax liked this so much. I contracted around the large vibrating toy, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

I pulled it out and pushed it in harder this time.

I stared at Jax as I continued to move it in and out, harder and faster with each thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I squeezed my eyes and screamed out when the orgasm shot threw me. Fuuuuuck.

When I opened my eyes, Jax was still staring at me, a look of utter disbelief written all over her face. I held the toy out toward her mouth. “If you’re going to use this, it needs to be cleaned.” I nodded at the toy. “Lick it. Pretend you’re licking me.”

Jax grabbed the toy and shoved it into her mouth, pushing it deep into her throat before pulling it back out and licking it clean.

“Good girl. You can undress now.”

Jax quickly undressed herself, then laid her naked body out for me, parting her legs so I could go right where she needed me.

I moved the toy inside of her just like I had done to myself and slowly pulled it back out.

Just as I hoped, the toy was dripping wet, so I licked it clean just like Jax had.

I did this a few more times, then set the toy to the side and brought my tongue to Jax’s center instead.

When I could tell she was about to topple over the edge, I pulled my face away.

“You’ll come when I tell you to come,” I demanded.

Fuck, I don’t even recognize my own voice anymore. Who the hell am I?

“Please,” Jax pleaded.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

“Do you want to come from my mouth?” I bent down and licked through her folds. “Or from the vibrator?” I brought the vibrator to the opening but stopped there.

Jax’s body gyrated off of the bed. “Both. Fuck. Give me both. Please.”

“Do you think you earned that?”

Jax looked straight into my eyes, her gaze never wavering. “Suck on my clit while you fuck me with the vibrator and I promise to be yours forever. I will pleasure you whenever and however you want.”

The word forever was on repeat in my head while I brought my mouth onto Jax’s clit. I sucked her into me. Forever. I moved the toy inside of her. Forever. She screamed in pleasure as her orgasm hit, but all I could hear were the echoes of the word forever . I wanted it so fucking bad.

A while later, after we both had recovered and Jax had reassured me a million times that I hadn’t taken things too far and made her uncomfortable (it was quite the opposite, according to her), Jax ran her fingers along my arm in a way that almost had me falling asleep, because it felt so good.

Our chemistry was great, and the sex was amazing, but moments like this were even better.

“I love this,” Jax said as if she had read my mind. “I could spend the rest of my life in bed with you and feel like I didn’t miss out on anything.”

“Naked?” I teased.

“Or clothed. It really doesn’t matter. I just like spending time with you.”

This was getting way too close to the territory I had been trying to avoid.

With Jax saying things like this, all I wanted to do was admit my feelings, and I had very little doubt that she would reciprocate.

But for how long? When would she become bored of me?

Also, if she did feel the same way, why hadn’t she said something?

What was holding her back? I wanted the confidence to throw caution to the wind and just tell her, but I didn’t. I wasn’t ready.

“When do you have a free weekend? We still need to do my do nothing all weekend list item.”

“You also need to perform in public,” Jax said while poking me playfully in the side.

I rolled my eyes at her, but couldn’t stop my smile from spreading, “ And attend a music festival, which is already planned. Kind of. We really need to get our plane tickets for that and find a hotel. Maybe we can do that whenever we have our non-productive weekend.”

Now, it was Jax who gave me a look. “Does that sound non-productive to you? Because it sure doesn’t sound that way to me.”

“Does that mean I also can’t write? The words have been really flowing for my book.

” They really had. These past few weeks especially, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

If I wasn’t at work or with Jax, I was writing.

I was already about three-fourths of the way through the story (if I had to estimate).

Taking a weekend off sounded like absolute torture.

Jax sighed. “This one is harder for me, because I know writing relaxes you, but because you’re going to be a best-selling author someday, it definitely is productive. I’m sorry. Also, I’m actually off all of next weekend if you want to do it then.”

“I’m not sure if I want to anymore now that I know I can’t write,” I half-joked.

Jax sighed again. “I’ll make you a deal. You can write for a little bit one day next weekend, but you have to be snuggled up next to me on the couch while you do.”

“Deal.” That was an easy deal to take, since I was starting to realize that maybe Jax was my muse for this story. I was sure writing while snuggled up against her would only help, not hurt, the process.

Jax smiled and placed a kiss on my temple. “Perfect. It’s a date.”