Page 19 of Fierce-Jax (Fierce Matchmaking #18)

BE THAT MAN

“ W hat are your plans tonight?” Dillion’s mother asked her while Gianna was upstairs in her room gathering all the stuffed animals she wanted to bring for their sleepover.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to say, but it wasn’t as if her parents wouldn’t know if they went for a drive. They’d see Jax’s SUV in her driveway.

“I’m cooking dinner for him,” she said. “He’ll be here in about an hour.”

“Dinner, huh?”

Her face flushed. “Stop. Don’t embarrass me. I’m already nervous enough.”

Her mother moved over and hugged her. “Don’t be nervous. I told you that you seem so happy. Just go with that.”

“Mom, you know I haven’t been with anyone since Alec.”

“That’s your fault. No one was stopping you from going out on a date.”

“I can give many reasons,” she said.

“Excuses. And none of them matter,” her mother said. “Take the night as it comes. If he’s as great as you say he is, he will not pressure you.”

She pursed her lips in frustration. “Maybe I want him to pressure me.”

Her mother burst out laughing. “I’m not sure where the daughter is that let nothing stop her before. Make that move yourself.”

It felt as if she had been and Jax wasn’t getting the hint.

Just like she’d done with waiting for him to ask her on a date.

But she asked him for a kiss.

Then when he finally kissed her the way she wanted, he’d lost a little control of himself.

That was what she wanted.

For him to lose control and treat her like a woman that he was extremely attracted to.

“If I have to, I will. I don’t know if it will be tonight or not.”

“You be you, Dillion,” her mother said.

“I’m ready,” Gianna yelled from upstairs.

The two of them went to get her daughter. They’d told her not to come down with her stuff. The last thing she wanted was to cancel her date because her daughter tripped and fell and got hurt.

“You can’t bring them all,” she said when she saw ten stuffed animals on the floor. There had to be at least six in a bag.

“Gianna,” her mother said. “You know we’ve got a bunch at our house.”

“But the rest of them get lonely and feel left out. You can’t leave friends behind,” Gianna said. “It’s not nice. Everyone has to be invited.”

Dillion rolled her eyes. “Well, there isn’t room for everyone. You can bring as many that fit in that bag, so pick it up and that is who gets to go. Next time you can bring others and take turns.”

“I get to have another sleepover?” Gianna asked. “Can I stay tomorrow night too?”

“No,” she said. “You need to come home tomorrow.”

“But maybe you can stay one night next weekend,” her mother said, smirking at her.

“Yes,” Gianna said, jumping up and down. Her ponytail was flopping around her head, some of her brown hair falling around her face.

“Let me fix your hair,” Dillion said. “Did you take this out and try to put it in yourself?”

“It hurt,” Gianna said. “It was pulling my hair.”

“Then let’s get a different one to hold it back,” she said, reaching for a black rubber band out of the container.

Gianna took it out of her hand and put it back. “I want the purple and pink one.”

Of course, it didn’t match her clothes, but it didn’t matter.

“Then we’ll use that one,” she said, gathering her daughter’s hair in her hands after she’d brushed it and secured it back.

“It’s time to go,” her mother said. “Mommy is going to enjoy her night.”

“Without me?” Gianna asked. “That’s not fun though.”

Dillion looked at her mother trying to figure out how to reply.

“Sometimes Mommies need a night away from their kids,” her mother said. “It doesn’t have to be fun to be enjoyable. It just has to make us happy.”

Her daughter seemed satisfied with that answer, the three of them walking downstairs with Gianna’s bag of stuffed animals and another of clothing.

She got a hug and kiss and sent her daughter on her way. It was not the first sleepover Gianna had.

Sometimes her parents just took their granddaughter to give her a break. Some peace and quiet, maybe a long bubble bath, an extra hour of sleep in the morning.

All those things she rarely got anymore.

She was going to take that bath before Jax showed up. It’d help her relax and prepare for the night ahead.

For whatever might happen.

“This is a nice big house,” Jax said an hour later when she was opening the door.

He was in jeans and sneakers and had a flannel shirt jacket on over a cotton shirt.

More casual and relaxed than she was used to seeing him.

“It is,” she said. “Bigger than I need, but again, convenient. My father told me about the place before it went up for sale.”

“That makes things easier,” he said.

“It did. I think the owners thought it’d take a long time to sell since it’s one of the smaller houses in the community.”

She didn’t need anything larger. It’d be easier for her to maintain on her limited time as it was.

“I did pass some pretty massive ones,” he said. “Along with pools and parks and courts.”

“Lots to do here. I think I would have loved it as a kid, but as I said, I didn’t grow up here. My parents moved because my father wanted something newer.”

And flashier, but there was no reason to add that.

“Do you want me to take my shoes off?” he asked. He was looking at her feet. She had black socks on with her jeans.

“That’s up to you,” she said. “Normally I’ve got slippers on, but they are pretty silly.”

“Eli wanted to give Roni these elephant slippers he saw when we were out one day. I bought them and she wore them all the time. Even tripped over them, but still wore them.”

“One of those things you do when your kids give you something. Mine are unicorns. With the horn on them and all.”

He laughed, his smile wide, his white teeth straight, but not perfect. Just perfect enough though.

“I might have to see them.”

“They are in my room,” she said.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”

It hadn’t been, but maybe it was one of those Freudian slips.

“A polite nice guy would have ignored me saying that,” she said.

He pulled her close to his body. “As I said yesterday, I think you like it when I’m not so polite, but tell me if I’m wrong.”

She wanted his mouth on hers desperately. More than she needed air to breathe.

“You’re not,” she said, her arms going around his neck. “Do you think poorly of me?”

“No,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. “I think we just need to do what feels right for us.”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s about us.”

He kissed her slowly again and she didn’t want that.

She needed him to not be gentle. Not to be afraid to touch her.

When her mouth opened under his, his kiss turned just as carnal as it had every other time.

But now they weren’t in a car. They were alone in her house...with beds close by.

“You can tell me no,” he said after a minute. “And I’ll understand.”

“I don’t want to say no,” she said. She grabbed his hand.

“I want you to stop talking. I want you to go to my room with me and I want you to make me feel as if nothing in the world exists but the two of us. I don’t want either of us to be worried that the connection isn’t there, because it is. We both know it.”

His eyes were searching hers. “It is,” he agreed.

“Then stop talking,” she said, pulling him toward the stairs in the back of the house.

She was almost running up them so she didn’t have the time to change her mind.

She didn’t want to change her mind.

When they got to her room, he wrapped her up in his arms and crushed his mouth to hers.

Now this was what she was talking about.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Her hands were pushing the flannel shirt off his shoulders, then reaching for the blue cotton one under it and lifting it over his head.

“This,” she said, her eyes landing on his chest. “You. Damn, I didn’t expect this.”

He laughed. “No comment,” he said.

Her hands went to the button on his jeans, but he brushed them away.

“Don’t make me beg,” she said. “Because I’m damn close to it. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? Since I even wanted sex?”

“Over four years?” he said quietly.

“That’s right,” she said. “I’m over pleasuring myself when I need a fix and it’s always been few and far between. But in the last month my body has become more awakened than it’s ever been. Do you know why?”

Her eyes dropped and she noticed his cock was pressing against his jeans.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” he said.

“You. The minute I touched your back in my office, I felt this heat in my body. Totally unethical to say that about a patient.”

His hands went for her purple sweater and lifted it over her head. “I’m not your patient anymore. It was one visit.”

“No,” she said. “You’re not. Do you know who you are?”

“The man whose name you’re going to be yelling out soon.”

“Thank God you replied that way, Jax. Yes, please be that man.”

“No more talking,” he said. “Your rule. Unless it’s shouting out my name.”

She was going to bite her tongue before she talked again.

Her hands went to her jeans, undid them and pushed them down, then kicked them away, her socks going off with them.

She’d prepared herself for this.

Washed, shaved, lots of lotion, then found her sexiest silky bra and underwear. They weren’t a matching set, but they did complement each other.

The black bikinis and the gray and black bra.

The way his finger was tracing the edge of her breast told her he appreciated what was in front of him.

He picked her up and put her on the bed, his mouth going to hers. Not to give her a deep kiss but to place feather-type ones on the corner of her lips, down her chin, her neck, her collarbone, and to the skin his finger had been tracing earlier.

She arched up into him when his mouth covered her nipple through the silk.

The warm wetness left the material clinging to her.

The dampness between her legs followed.

She squirmed on the bed while he played with her breasts and nipples through her clothing.

“Are you going to take them off?” she asked.

Talk about frustrating.

“What happened to no talking?” he asked, but his hands did go behind her back to undo the clasps and toss her bra to the floor.

His long fingers cupped her flesh, plumping it up, his eyes landing on her puckered nipple, then sucking.

That’s it. She couldn’t watch anymore, her eyes finally shutting. She just had to feel.

And what she felt was immeasurable pleasure as he teased her, going back and forth, side to side, each nipple begging for more of his touch.

But down below...she needed it there too.

She didn’t know how much more grinding against his jeans she had to do for him to get the hint.

A more drastic measure had to be taken, so she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.

Yeah, that got through to him.

He moved back after untangling himself. He didn’t remove his jeans though. But he dropped down to his knees after pulling her to the side of the bed.

Her panties came off fast, his mouth went right to her dewy lips and a gasp escaped before she could stop it.

She was positive she was going to come any second.

And when one finger went inside of her, that was all it took.

She was lifting and pushing against his mouth, the pulsing taking over every part of her like an out-of-body experience.

“Oh God,” she said. “Right there. That’s it.”

He kept it up until her hips landed back on the bed and she was fighting to suck in some air.

Her body felt cold when he moved back, even though he hadn’t been touching much of her.

Vulnerable. That was how she felt now.

Wide open and exposed while he continued to watch her.

The smirk on his face did help some.

“You didn’t shout my name,” he said.

His jeans came off. Her eyes landed on his cock and she gulped.

She’d be doing it soon, she was positive.

“Give me more,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“I plan on it,” he said.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet, covered himself, then she scooted up the bed to get ready for him.

He climbed on, his mouth going to hers, his hand back down and a finger inside her.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you there again,” he said.

“Oh, I am there,” she said. “Trust me.”

She was thrusting up. He added a second finger. It was a little tight but felt so good.

Her breathing got rushed and she knew she might come again just thinking of him inside of her.

She reached down to grab his cock. It was as if that was the silent message to move!

He did. Got between her legs, his mouth still on hers, him probing for her opening and then sliding in slowly.

She didn’t want it slow!

She wanted it now and she wanted it all.

She grabbed his ass in her hands and pushed him down hard as she lifted.

“Jesus,” he said. “Give me a minute.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I can’t wait. I want it all. I want it now.”

She was lifting and grinding and he was matching her the best he could.

Her body couldn’t take another minute of it without letting everyone in the room know how ecstatic she was.

She tensed and squeezed him hard, then came a second time.

Harder than the first.

“Jax!” she shouted.

He was pounding into her. A motion her bed had never endured, but it was holding up well.

“That’s it,” he said. “Christ, you’re so tight.”

He was still moving in and out of her and she was squeezing him to hold on tighter. Maybe she should let go but couldn’t because it felt so damn good as she came.

Then she felt him pulsing inside of her, his body dropping, his breath racing as much as hers.

“I only shouted your name once,” she said. “Does that count?”

“I might have a second round in me...in an hour. Damn, girl, I never saw that coming.”

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s right in front of your eyes?”