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CHAPTER 41

PREPPED AND READY

THEODORE

T he door clicks shut, and a wicked smile finds my lips. I look right into Jax’s eyes and slide the deadbolt into place. I’ve got plans, and no one needs to be interrupting.

There’s already heat in his gaze, but I swear on all things holy, this man just growled under his breath

? * “You’re moving in here.” I hold my hand up to stop his arguments. “And I know I dropped the L-bomb earlier in Coach’s office, but I wanted to tell you to take your time. No rushing. But just know I can and will love you enough for the both of us.”

I truly hope he knows that I will wait until the end of time for him to confess his love for me. But I also understand why he’s hesitant. I fucked him up, in a big way. I’m just thankful he’s even talking to me, let alone married to me, and in the same house as me

I step closer, closing the gap between us. I press him into the door and smash my lips to his. His tongue dances with mine, taking charge like I knew he would.

Our hands can’t find enough of one another, but he pulls away from my lips far sooner than I would like. “I can’t believe I’m actually in here… well, with you knowing, I mean. I can’t believe I’m in your house?—”

“Our house,” I correct.

With the sassiest eye roll, he repeats, “Our house. And thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“Thank you for giving me time. I know this entire marriage thing was my idea, but thank you for not pushing me… for giving me time to figure out how I feel.”

“Of course,” I say softly. “But in the meantime… I have a little surprise for you.” My hands fidget nervously on his lean waist. “I’ve prepped and put a plug in to get ready for you when you finally came home.” I’m hoping he’s ready to take the next step with me, but if he’s not, I’ll give him the time there as well.

I would do just about anything for Jackson Baker.

Jax’s wanton moan rumbles deep in his chest as he presses his body tighter against mine. “Is that why you were out of the office so fast? You had to come and prep my hole for me?”

Okay, I know I said what I just said, but hearing those words fall from his lips is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Who knew Jackson Baker, the epitome of the “boy next door” had such a dirty mouth. I’m so fucking here for it.

I haven’t been with a man in years—actually, anyone, for that matter—and I wanted to make sure I was ready before we finally made the leap to have sex, which is why I’ve spent the majority of the afternoon prepping. I wanted to make this experience as enjoyable as possible. I know he’ll take the time before, but I also know how much sexual tension has been building between the two of us.

I want him in me. No, I need him in me.

The only response I can manage at the moment is a frantic nod, and he groans as I rock my hips into his. Wrapping his big hand around my wrist, he starts dragging me toward the bedroom. Once we’re there he has me stand at the edge of my— our —bed while he stands a couple of feet back and just stares at me. “Strip. Now,” Jax commands, and I waste no time.

I pull my shirt off before sliding my sweats and boxers off at the same time.

Jax follows suit. “On the bed. Show me.”

I lay back on the bed, and far slower than I should, I pull my legs up to my sides. Leaving all of me on full display for Jax to take in.

“ Fucckkkk ,” Jax moans while swiping a hand down his face.

I feel his hands rub up the back of my thighs, pushing them further up, while I simultaneously try not to let the blush I can feel crawl across my face from being so on display ruin the moment. Jax murmurs, “I don’t want to rush this, Theo, but fuck. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to control myself.”

I smile up at him. “Then don’t.”

He grunts, and I watch as his knees hit the end of the bed. Just when I think he’s going to pay some attention to my ass, he shocks me by sucking my cock deep into his mouth.

I hiss, “Fuck, Jax.”

Reaching between my legs, he grabs the base of the plug and begins moving it in and out of my ass as he’s swallowing my cock. The plug is bouncing off my prostate, and I’m seeing fucking stars. “I’m not going to la—” I stop my sentence as he pops his mouth off my cock. “But… I need to come so bad.”

I take a few deep breaths, desperate for this moment to last as long as possible.

“We’re just getting started, Babe, relax for me.” I watch, mesmerized, as he stands up and fists his cock, pumping it up and down as he continues to smirk down at me. “You like what you see, pretty boy?”

I whimper.

Yes, whimper …

I’m not ashamed. I believe the sight in front of me would bring even the strongest man to his knees.

Jax huffs out in annoyance, “I should’ve put cameras in here.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to see you fucking… her.”

“Yeah, that never happened,” I reassure him.

Jax’s brows pull together. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now no more about her. I need you, Jax.”

That gets his attention back on the moment I’ve waited so long for. He grabs the plug again, staring transfixed as he pulls it out.

“Lube?”

“Behind you on the dresser.” I watch his muscular back flex as he reaches to grab the bottle, pouring a healthy amount onto his shaft, working it up and down his full length.

He steps back to the end of the bed and looks me in the eyes. “Are you ready for me?” I nod my head. “Words, Mr. Young. Or you won’t get this cock.”

“Yes. Please, Jax,” I beg, and right as the words leave my lips, he presses the head of his cock against my back entrance. “Take me. Fuck me, Jax. Make me yours.” And make me his, he does.

I do my best to relax, knowing that tensing up is only going to make this more difficult.

“Oh, does my husband want his hole to be wrecked?”

I nod because— yes. A million times yes.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he gets his hands positioned beside my head. I can’t help but admire the muscles sculpting his arms as I allow my hands to roam them. I can feel every perfectly defined ridge, and I’m obsessed with the way he feels beneath my touch.

He begins slowly pumping in and out of me, gently, and I’m grateful he’s letting my body adjust to his size before pounding into me ruthlessly, but I can tell it’s taking everything in him to hold back. He pauses for a moment, seated all the way to his pelvis, resting on my balls, so I give him the go-ahead. “Fuck me, Jax. Fuck me like I know you want to. Don’t hold back, I can handle it.”

He sits back on his knees, pulling my ass up with his hands on my hips, ready to start hammering into me. “Hold on.”

With Jax still firmly gripping my hips, I pull my legs to my chest. This position gives him the perfect angle to rub against my prostate over and over, causing me to tip my head back as pure euphoria washes over me.

“Rub your cock, now.” I obey, using the precum that’s leaking at the tip to coat my hand. I’m teetering at the edge of my release.

I’m back to begging. “Make me come, please, Jax.”

“Come, Theo. I’m right behind you.” He slows his thrusts down slightly but keeps the most glorious pressure on my prostate, and I twist the head of my cock.

“Come… Now.” And I do just that. Thick ropes of come spurt out onto my stomach and chest, and it seems the view of me coming is what finally pulls Jax over the edge.

He pumps one more time and buries himself as deep as possible, groaning while his cock twitches and pulses inside of me. Filling me with him .

He lets out a ragged breath and pulls out of me, holding my ass cheeks open and watching himself drip out of me. “This is the view I want—always. My cum dripping out of my husband.”

* * *

I’m barely cleaned up and out of the shower when I hear Jax’s phone ringing.

“It’s my mom; I’m gonna answer it.” He slides the bar across the screen, answering the call while I’m toweling off and getting dressed for bed.

“Jax, baby, I just got off the phone with Clay, and well—We’ve decided you need an official wedding. So, we’ve planned a little backyard wedding for you and Theo! Spring break, so the both of you will need to be here. Obviously .” Her soft giggle fills the line. “There won’t be a wedding without the grooms. Oh! And we called Theo’s parents. They will be coming too.”

My eyes go wide and I mouth, “How did she get their numbers?”

Jax rolls his eyes. “I have no idea,” he says quietly.

It genuinely doesn’t even pay for Jax to say no, because he knows he will quite literally break her heart. He already deprived her of an Elvis wedding. We can’t say no to a real one.

“I should’ve never given your number to Clay. The two of you are nothing but trouble,” Jax says to his mom, but he can’t do it without chuckling.

“Clay and I are not trouble. Just ask him. He’ll tell you. But he did say he calls best man spot and that he was willing to fight Emerson over it…” She’s laughing, knowing exactly how Clay and Emerson fight over Jax.

Jax rolls his eyes, blowing a huff of air out. “They keep this up, and there won’t be any best men.” They talk for a couple more minutes before saying their goodbyes.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks me hesitantly.

I shrug. “Might as well. We’re going to have to meet each other’s families eventually. Might as well do it with a wedding.”

He lets out an exhausted sigh. “If you say so.” Jax pops off the bed. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Alright,” I say as he closes the bathroom door. Once I hear it latch, I snatch Jax’s phone and go to his recent calls. I copy his mom’s number into my phone and put his back where I found it.

I’m giving my man the engagement he should’ve had.

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