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Chapter Twenty-One

Jackson

I gently close Ryan’s bedroom door behind me and pray that my kids will sleep through most of the night. They were pretty wiped out from being outside all day at the market, and they fell asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. I purposely kept them awake for as long as possible in hopes they will sleep in their own beds tonight.

Because I need some alone time with Hayden.

I need to touch him without the worry that one of my kids will wake up and need me to lie with them.

And I need to taste him more than I need my next breath.

When there’s no sound coming from either of their rooms, I rush downstairs as quietly as I can. I find Hayden in the kitchen, chopping up the leftover strawberries we had to buy on the way home because Ryan wanted to recreate the pancakes we had earlier.

“They go to sleep okay?” he asks, tilting his head to look at me. His hands are covered in juice from the strawberries. And when he raises his hand and sucks his thumb between his lips, my eyes zero in on his mouth.

Is he trying to kill me?

“Yeah,” I say absentmindedly and stalk toward him. I take hold of his wrist, bring his hand to my mouth, and suck each of his fingers into my mouth one by one.

“ Jackson .” His breath hitches, and a visible shiver travels down his body.

Our eyes lock in a heated stare. I swirl my tongue around the tip of one finger, loving the fruity taste and the taste of him . His lips part on a shaky breath, and his eyes flutter closed.

With his wrist still in my grip, I pull his finger from my mouth, then duck my head to his neck. I run my nose along his throat, then flick my tongue over his pulse. A low moan escapes him as he tilts his head back.

I trail open-mouthed kisses up his neck, grazing my teeth over his jaw before taking his lips. His moan is muffled when I slide my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like strawberries and a hint of the whiskey I poured him at dinner. My cock thickens in my briefs at the sound of his low mewls.

“How about we put those in a bowl and head up to my room?” I murmur against his lips.

He gives a jerky nod. I let go of his wrist, and he hastily tosses the strawberries into a bowl with shaky hands, causing some to bounce out of the bowl.

“Cas,” I say softly. I step up behind him, curving my hands around his hips and kissing the back of his neck. “There’s no rush.”

“What if they wake up?” he whispers .

“They won’t. They’re out for the count. We’ve got a few hours at least.”

He presses back into me, pushing his ass against my groin. “Then take me upstairs, Jax.”

We pick up the bowl of strawberries, and I fetch the leftover melted chocolate. I let Hayden head up the stairs first, admiring the way my sweatpants stretch over his ass. When we’re in my room, I lock the door and flick on the bedside lamp. I had already closed the curtains earlier, so I waste no time pulling my sweater off and tossing it onto the floor. Next goes my jeans, then my socks. Hayden watches me under hooded eyes the entire time.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, voice slightly raspy.

“I’m thinking—” I take a step closer and twirl my finger through the drawstrings on his sweatpants and pull him toward me. “That I do some coloring of my own.” I close the gap between us and nip his bottom lip. “Take off your clothes, Cas. Let me see your sexy-as-fuck body.”

He shudders and shoves the bowls at me. I take them willingly. He removes his clothes with trembling hands. I let out a hot breath when I see his cock is fuller than normal. He’s not fully hard, but he’s harder. I’ve had to remind him a million times since that first night that him getting an erection isn’t my goal when we get naked. My goal is for him to feel immense pleasure and enjoy himself, and so far, I’ve succeeded.

I place the bowls on my bedside table. The strawberries are so juicy there’s a pool of juice at the bottom of the bowl. I glance at my white bedsheets, then head into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, I lay it on top of the duvet.

“Lie down. On your back,” I demand.

With a smirk, he presses a knee on the bed, then lies flat on the towel. I waste no time straddling his thighs, then hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Searching his eyes for approval, he gives a subtle nod. I toss his boxers on the floor and bend down. I run my nose along the underside of his shaft, inhaling his musky scent, and brush my lips over his tip.

“ Fuuuck ,” Hayden hisses. His hand grips my hair as his hips arch off the bed.

I make my way back down, nuzzling his sac before sucking one of his balls into my mouth. I give the other a hearty suck, then lick a path up his semi-hard shaft until I reach the tip. I wrap my lips around him, bringing him into my mouth. He bites down on his fist and thrusts his hips up. It’s easier to take him deep because he’s not fully erect, and I don’t pay no mind to the fact he’s not getting any harder. But that’s okay because the way he’s writhing and moaning beneath me tells me he’s feeling every ounce of pleasure.

After several minutes of reveling in the taste of him and the feel of him on my tongue, I release him with a pop. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath. I kiss him, deep and hard, before reaching over to grab one of the strawberries. His chest is covered in delicate linework, and I start by tracing the outer edges with the berry, leaving a trail of juice.

“Ho-ly shit,” Hayden gasps, watching me with dark eyes.

My lips tip in a smirk. When I’m done with the outline, I take a bite out of the end, causing the berry to drip with juice, and begin to fill in the rest. I do the same with a few other tattoos, then bend down and lick the strawberry juice from his skin in slow, teasing sweeps of my tongue.

“Fucking hell, Jax.” He shudders beneath me.

I work my way down his torso to the top of his thighs, alternating between using the strawberries and melted chocolate. I shift so I’m lying on my stomach. He spreads his legs, making room for my wide shoulders. The move gives me a perfect view of his hole, and the need to be inside him becomes a desperation.

Bringing my fingers to his mouth with my free hand, I rasp, “Suck. Get them nice and wet.”

He sucks three fingers into his mouth, and I stifle a moan. While he’s sucking and working my fingers with his tongue, I run the strawberry over his thigh, drawing over one of his tattoos with the berry before licking the juice with my tongue.

He releases my fingers with a hot gasp. “I’m ready.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I throw the berry into my mouth and trace his rim with my spit-dampened fingers before slipping one inside him. He takes me with ease, his body relaxed and satisfied. I add a second, then a third. Without removing my fingers, I sit on my haunches and pick up his leg with my free hand. Bending his knee, I rest his ankle on my shoulder and angle my head. I press gentle kisses over the scars on his knees then spread the berry juice over his calf. I catch a wayward drip with my tongue, all while pumping my fingers inside him.

“Fuck me, Jax,” he begs. “Please. I—” He moans when I curl my fingers against his prostate. “I need you.”

I let go of his leg and halt my hand, fingers buried deep to the knuckle. Popping the strawberry into my mouth, I place my free hand on the pillow beside his head. I hover over him, loving the feral look in his eyes. His need is palpable, and it’s taking everything in me not to devour him like the starved man I am for him.

I bite into the berry, and the sweet flavor bursts in my mouth. I let the juice trickle down my chin as I chew then swallow, and the fire in his heated gaze only grows. He grabs the back of my neck and smashes his mouth against mine.

My fingers move in time with the glide of my tongue against his. We swallow each other’s groans, and it’s not long until I’m grinding my hard cock against his thigh. Hayden drops his hands to my hips and tugs my boxers down under my ass.

“Off,” he murmurs. “Need you.”

Reluctantly, I pull my lips off him and slip my fingers free. I quickly discard my boxers and grab a condom and bottle of lube from my bedside table. I sheathe myself and lube up, then curl my hands underneath Hayden’s knees. I watch his expression for any kind of discomfort or pain as I bring his legs up to my ribs, but there’s nothing except brazen heat radiating in his eyes. I line up my cock at Hayden’s entrance, but I don’t push inside right away.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him, skimming my hands over his thighs and up his flank. They end their journey in his hair, and my lips hover devastatingly close to his, but we don’t touch. “I want to spend an entire day where you’re naked the entire time. Where I can touch you whenever I want. I can kiss every inch of you. Trace your tattoos with my tongue. Feast on your cock and spend hours tasting your hole, loosening you up so good so I can slide my cock inside you.”

I thrust my hips, and he bites back a moan as the head of my cock breaches the first ring of muscle.

“Yesss!” he breathes. “I want that. I want that so fucking bad, Jax.”

“I want to ravish you until you’re begging for me. And when you’re too spent for more, I want you to watch me fuck myself with my dildo so you can see exactly how I’ll ride you when the time is right.”

“Fuck, Jackson.” He squeezes around my cock, and I hiss through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you again.”

I pump my hips in shallow thrusts, sinking deeper with every stroke.

“Is that right?” I ask in a horny rasp.

“Yeah. I dream about you riding me. Straddling me with that big body of yours.” He bites my lower lip hard, and the shot of pain sends heat down my spine.

“Tell me more.”

“Sometimes, I’m waiting in your hotel room after a game— ahhh !” he moans when my cock tags his prostate. “And I’m already naked and hard when you come in and strip out of your suit.”

“Then what?” My voice is gravel.

“You climb onto the bed and sink down on my cock. Your hard body ripples as you bounce on my dick, and you don’t care about the goals you’ve just scored because the only goal you care about is my come filling your ass.”

The picture he’s painted is vivid in my mind. It’s exactly how we used to spend our nights on the road. Sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms, being prepped and ready to fuck because we were at risk of being caught. And I can’t deny it made sex on the road all the more hotter. I was hungry for him all the time.

“Fuckin’ hell, Cas,” I growl. “I want that too.”

His arms wrap tightly around my shoulders. His fingers curl into the hair on the back of my head while the others dig into my traps. My hips piston inside of him, picking up pace as I chase my release. The noises he makes are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I have no doubt he’s feeling this same intense sense of pleasure like I am. His semi-hard dick is trapped between our stomachs, and I roll my hips in a way that makes my happy trail brush against the underside of his dick.

“Gonna come,” I warn him, and seconds later, I’m filling the condom with my release. I drop my head to hide my face in his neck, his name a feral cry on my lips.

Unable to hold my weight up any longer, I carefully lie on top of him, my spent cock still inside the warmth of his body. His hands soothe over my skin, trailing over the taut muscles in my back and massaging my scalp.

My heart is so fucking full for this man. His gentle love, his kind heart. The way he’s so good with my kids. His slow smile when he catches me watching him.

I want to tell him I love him. And that I don’t think I ever really stopped. I want my soul to be next to his for the rest of my life. I want to be with him through everything. The ups and the downs, the good and the bad. I want to be the one to wait on him and to care for him on the days he struggles.

I want to spend every day showing him how much he’s loved. How he’s worthy of every good thing and that he’s the most incredible person I’ve ever known.

I want it all with him. I just hope he wants the same.