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CHAPTER 25

PHARO

As soon as Jax gives me the green light, I’m going to push inside his tight ass and pound the ever-loving shit out of him. And I won’t stop until he screams so loud that every occupant in this shitty-ass motel hears him.

I’m done running.

I’m done taking a backseat to my life while I watch it pass me by.

Whatever this is between us, I’m here for it. I want it. And I’m taking it.

And not just the sex and the promises. Jax and I have some long conversations ahead of us, tough ones, but I’m committed to being there for every one of them.

He’s going to fight me tooth and nail every step of the way. I expect no less from him. In fact, I look forward to it. But if he ever tries to run again, I’ll chase him. If he tries to hide, I will find him, and I will drag his ass back home, and sit on him, literally sit on his fucking ass, until he understands that I’m not going anywhere, and neither is he.

We’re in this fucked up chaotic thing called life together. I let him slip away from me once, and just when I thought we had a future together, I almost lost him again.

Never again will I make that mistake.

“I chased you up a mountain in a goddamn storm and saved you from killing yourself. How are you gonna thank me?”

“Let me guess,” he says with his signature snark. “You think me giving up my ass is a reward.”

“Don’t you? Just think what would have happened to your precious bike if you drove it over the side of the mountain. That at least deserves a blow job.”

“And I guess I should thank you for springing for these fancy digs as well?” His question is well-timed. The hot water is running out fast.

“It’s the very least you can do. I wouldn’t bring just anyone here. This place is special.” Reaching around him, I shut off the water and then squeeze him in my arms, tweaking his nipple until he flinches. “Just like you.”

Jax snorts, and though I can’t see his smile, I can hear it in his voice. “How many guys fall for that bullshit?”

Grabbing his hips, I spin him to face me, giving him a look that conveys how serious I am. “I’ve never told another person they were special. Ever, Jaxon. I’m blunt and honest to a fault when it comes to people I sleep with, even if it comes off as insensitive or crass. So when I tell you I think you’re wicked smart, hot as fuck, intriguing, and a pain in my fucking ass, you can bet I’m telling you the truth.”

Jax’s throat slides, and I can tell he’s carefully thinking it over.

His eyes flicker with something unreadable as he stares back at me, the intensity between us palpable. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, like he’s caught between disbelief and something else—something deeper, more vulnerable. After a beat, he exhales sharply, his gaze never leaving mine.

“I guess that’s the most honest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” His lips curl into a small, reluctant smile, and there’s a hint of appreciation in his eyes, mixed with an edge of uncertainty. He’s not sure whether to take me at face value or if I’m just messing with him, but I’m not backing down. “You’re not as easy to shake off as I thought,” he adds, tracing the hieroglyphics tattooed on my forearm.

It’s not the kind of compliment you’d frame on a wall, but coming from Jax, it feels like a trophy. He’s never been one for sweet words, the kind that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So, hearing this from him? It’s a fucking victory. I don’t even know if he realizes it, but that little piece of praise is more meaningful than anything else I’ve heard in a long time.

“Come on, let’s dry off and go inspect the bed for insects.”

“That has to be the most creative line I’ve ever heard to get me in bed with you.”

His damp skin, inked and scarred, calls to me. Not giving Jax the chance to overthink, I reach for him, pulling him closer. His warm body presses against mine, and I can feel the tension in his muscles coiled tight. I take his lips in a heated kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth, and Jax responds with a breathy sigh. He melts into me, his body going limp in my arms, like he’s surrendering to everything I’m offering.

His reaction to me satisfies my need to feel desired, to know that I’m not just some fleeting moment to him. The way he melts into me, body and soul, tells me everything I need to know—he’s here, fully, just as I am. His hands, pulling me closer, are a quiet confession, a wordless promise. Every shudder, every sigh against my lips confirms that we’re both losing ourselves in this, and I want nothing more than to drown in it with him.

This is how it should have been six years ago. This is what I used to fantasize about when I lay in my cot and beat off to the idea of him and me.

“Jax,” I pause, panting for breath, “I wanna fuck you so bad, but we didn’t come prepared.” Neither of us has a condom or lube.

His eyes flutter open, breaking through the fog of the kiss. He blinks, trying to shake off the haze, and his lips part slightly as he catches his breath. Jax’s gaze meets mine—intense, raw—and I can see everything in the way he looks at me.

“Fuck it. I always test negative. Is there a reason you need them?”

“No, I’m good without. But the lube?”

His expression falters, his disappointment palpable. “If you didn’t have that ridiculous horse cock, I maybe could take it, but…”

A chuckle curves my lips. “Thanks?” I’ve never cursed my size before, until right fucking now. “Let me show you how good it can be without penetration.”

Dropping to my knees, I suck his engorged cockhead between my lips, licking around the head. I suck hard, drawing out a drop of salty liquid, and Jax hisses, gazing down on me with hooded eyes. He takes my head in his hands and guides my mouth along his shaft.

“That’s so good. Take more.” He follows his breathy plea with a surge of his hips, forcing another two inches down my throat.

Loosening my jaw, I slurp and suck until a steady stream of drool drips from my lips. Jax catches it and smears the moisture over his balls, rolling them between his fingers as I work him over. A constant symphony of moans and whimpers falls from his lips the closer I push him to the edge. When he throws his head back, his face tightening with the act of holding back, I pop off and lick up the mess I created, straightening to my feet.

In an attempt to avoid touching the bed, I lean against the dresser and spread my thighs for him. Jax drops to his knees and eyes my cock with challenge.

“Your turn,” I say, grasping the base of my cock and pointing it in his direction.

Jax doesn’t disappoint. I don’t want to think about how often he practices, but he’s damn good at sucking cock. Just the right amount of suction, his hand in perfect sync with his mouth. His wicked tongue teases my dick in all the right places. Peering up, he shows a flash of vulnerability and so much heat, it hits me like a kick to the balls. Jax doesn’t show emotion often—not like this.

For a second, I forget how to breathe. The world narrows down to the space between us. His eyes search mine, as if he’s asking for forgiveness. Laying himself bare at my feet, asking me to fix everything and rewrite our past. My heart stumbles in my chest, because I know—whatever this is, whatever we are—it’s about to change.

I can’t change what came before this moment, the heartache and bitter guilt and misunderstanding. But our future going forward is going to look a lot different.

Sliding my palm over his cheek, I give him the reassurance he’s silently seeking. “Your mouth is fire. Keep sucking me, JJ. Don’t ever want you to stop.”

His eyes flare with the new nickname. No teasing Jaxy that I appropriated from his friend, Joey. No full-naming him. JJ is different. It’s ours. Just ours. He knows I wouldn’t bother if I didn’t want him to be all mine.

It’s a claiming thing, a mark of possession. A nickname is intimate.

Jax doubles his efforts, trying to swallow as much of my thick shaft as he can fit down his throat. His eyes water and his nose runs, but he doesn’t quit. He’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I don’t doubt he’s enjoying this, but nowhere near as much as I am.

“Get up,” I urge, pulling my hips back. He let’s go of the chokehold his mouth has on my cock and swallows, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. I grab a towel from the bathroom and lay it over the nasty quilt. Then, I lie back on it and peg Jax with a teasing smirk. “Come here, JJ. Straddle my lap.”

He obeys immediately, climbing over my legs. His hard cock bobs straight up, proudly showing off how turned on he is. The tip is glossy with precum and I swipe it with my thumb and suck the flavor, my eyes gleaming wickedly.

I cup my hands and hold them out. “Spit.”

Jax seems unsure, but then he clears his throat, collecting a mouthful of saliva, and spits into my palms. I add to the puddle and take hold of our cocks, smearing the saliva down both our shafts. The easy glide in my tight fist feels fucking insane against my sensitive skin. When I squeeze up to the tip, Jax’s head spills more pearly drops. He swipes them and slips his thumb between my lips.

I suck gently, keeping my gaze locked with his so he can see how much I love the taste of him. My tongue swirls around his thumb and I can’t help but wish it were his cock in my mouth, instead.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.

“I could drink your entire load and still be thirsty for more.”

“Fuck, Pharo. The shit you say.” He glances down to watch my fist work our cocks together and spits again, a thick trail of saliva that tracks from his mouth to our cockheads. “That’s so fucking hot,” he moans, thrusting into my grip.

Increasing my pace, I stroke faster, tighter, until he squeezes his eyes closed and drops his head back, giving himself over to the wave of heat riding him hard.

“I’m close. You close?”

I wish it could go on all night, but yeah, I’m close. I love watching the muscles in his abs ripple beneath his skin, watching the outlines of his ink stretch and distort as he moves with me. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath.

“Almost. Let me watch you come.”

Jax bites his bottom lip, and his face goes lax with pleasure. Thick spurts of cum pulse from his slit, crisscrossing over my knuckles and wrist. The sight pulls my orgasm from me, and I grunt as my abdomen clenches tightly. Waves of electric heat roll through my groin, and my balls draw up tight as they release. The arc that pulses from my cock hits Jax across his chest. He looks down with amusement and smears his hand through the mess, licking it clean.

“I knew you’d taste good. You do everything good,” he says, sounding almost bitter about it, though he’s smiling.

“As long as I do you good, that’s all that matters.”

Jax leans down and sucks my lip between his, taking pulls on it like it’s my cock. “We’re pretty good at that, huh?”

He once told me he liked my eyes. I hope the way I’m gazing at him now makes them appear irresistible.

“Practice makes perfect,” I murmur.

His mouth quirks, not quite a smile, but close. “As much as I’d like to keep practicing, there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in this bed tonight. So if we’re finished, let’s get dressed and hit the road. Rain’s stopped.”

I glance around the room—cracked ceiling, stained walls, a mattress that’s seen better centuries. Yeah, fair point. No matter how much I want to go again, I’ve also got standards, and this place fails on all counts.