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CHAPTER 43

THE PLANE BATHROOM?!

THEODORE

“F uccckk,” I hiss while holding onto Jax’s hair as he bobs up and down my cock in the airplane bathroom. He wanted to join the mile-high club, and, well… who am I to say no?

He hums around my cock, and I can feel the vibrations down to my toes. Jax knows what he’s doing. And judging by the way he’s looking up at me with those damn blue eyes and smirking around my cock, he fucking knows it.

“You like sucking your husband’s cock, don’t you?” He nods around my length. “Of course you do, my pretty little cock whore.”

“Mmm,” Jax hums again.

He picks up his speed and starts to hollow his cheeks. For a second—and a second only—I tip my head back onto the mirror behind me, basking in the pleasure that is Jax’s mouth.

After a moment, I slowly drop my head to look back down at him, and growl, “Swallow me like the whore you know you are.” Jax lets out a hum and whimper mixed up in one, finally pulling me over the edge. I drive my cock as deep into him as it will go and spill my release down his throat.

Jax stands to his full height, which is quite the task in a plane bathroom, and smashes his lips to mine. The taste of me in his mouth while he ruts his pulsing cock against me is enough to make me want to drop right to my knees, but we’re already pushing it, so I hastily pull away so as not to be tempted further.

Grabbing him through his sweatpants, I whisper, “This cock is mine when we get to your house.”

He chuckles before asking, “What? You want me to fuck you in my parents house?”

“Wait? I thought we were staying in the loft above one of the barns? Jackson, please do not tell me we’re spending our second wedding weekend down the hallway from your parents. I might literally die of embarrassment.”

He playfully slaps me on the chest and snorts a laugh. “We are, I just wanted to see you spaz for a second.”

“Okay”—I point a finger at him—“that was mean.”

He winks before pulling the small bathroom door open and sliding out in front of me, and, after I check that no one is looking, I follow right behind him.

Emerson’s sitting next to the window in our row, and I can practically feel his glare burning a hole in the side of my head. “What the hell did the two of you just do?”

Jax and I look at one another and answer in unison, “Nothing.”

* * *

We’ve just picked up our bags and are heading out of the Billings airport when I see Emerson sprinting toward a random man and grabbing him in a hug. As we get closer to them, I realize this isn’t a random man; this is their dad, Dawson Baker. Once we reach him, Jax wastes no time wrapping him up in a hug too, mumbling into his shoulder about how much he’s missed him, and then, Dawson’s eyes are on me.

Setting my bags down, I hold out my hand. “Mr. Baker. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

He lets go of his sons and eyes my hand for a moment before gripping it and yanking me into his body much like he just did his own children. “Theo, you’ll learn fast that we’re a hugging family around here, and that includes you now.” He holds me out in front of him by my shoulders. “And it’s Dawson, please.” He shoots me a wink, and in that moment, with that same playful smile, and those damn dimples, I realize how much he looks like Jackson. A spitting image really.

He claps me on the shoulder before bending over to pick up one of the bags. “Let’s go, guys. Your parents are already at the ranch and waiting to see you,” Dawson says as he points to me. His finger swings between all three of us as he tells us, “And if I don’t get you home soon I think your mother might actually die of excitement.”

After a while in the car, Dawson turns down one gravel road, then another, and another. And once we reach the last gravel road, I realize it isn’t a road at all. It’s the driveway to their ranch. But when I look out the window, there’s nothing but endless pastures covered in what little snow remains, intermingled with flowers that are doing their best to bloom. But the mountains in the background, those are still capped in snow and seem like they reach the sun as far as the eye can see. A few minutes later, a large house comes into view. It looks like something you’d see off of Yellowstone .

And I’m not even over exaggerating .

But at the same time… I can tell, regardless of how grand the house seems, it’s the definition of a home. And the realization that this place belongs to people I now get to call family, hurts my cheeks I’m smiling so big.

Once Dawson puts the truck in park, he, Emerson, and Jax climb out, but I just sit there, staring at the beauty of it all out the open truck door. Finally, Jax bends over and sticks his head inside. “Come on, Babe.” My megawatt smile remains intact as I wrap my hand around his and climb out of the truck.

The sound of laughter that meets my ears as we walk through their front door quite literally warms my chest. And when we round the corner to the kitchen, I find my mom, and a woman who has the same eyes as Jackson, talking animatedly at the kitchen island. Despite the fact that the two of them have known one another less than eight hours, it looks as if they’re already thick as thieves.

Jax sets his bag on the floor and clears his throat, and the two of them finally notice our presence. “Oh, Jax, I’ve missed you!” She sets her glass of wine on the counter and hops out of her chair.

“Hey, Momma,” Jax says as he wraps her up in a deep hug.

“Let me see your ring!” she shouts. Jax pulls away and puts his left hand up, wiggling his fingers before her eyes. ”Oh, it’s even prettier in person, Jax.”

I look around the two of them and spot my mom, who’s smiling just as big as I am. I walk over to her with my arms out wide. She’s up from her seat before I reach her and is wrapping me up in her the same way she’s done since I was little. “I’ve missed you, Mom,” I whisper into her hair, closing my eyes and trying to hold back the sudden tears that want to escape.

“I’ve missed you too, sweet boy. ” My nose stings with unshed tears. My mom tilts her head looking somewhere behind me, and I don’t even realize my dad is sitting at the table behind us on the other side of the room.

Dad rises from the table and makes his way over to us. For a moment, I’m wildly nervous about how this interaction is going to go, but much to my surprise, he wraps me in his arms the same as my mom just did. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I got a hug from him.

Since I was a teenager our relationship has always felt… so… professional.

Then, Dad mutters something in my ear that I think I’ll remember until the day I die. “I’m so happy to see you happy.”

We hug for a moment longer before the two of us clear our throats and separate.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jax.” I smile while introducing my husband to my parents.

Before I can say anything else, Dad surprises me, yet again. “Anyone that has my son looking like this is truly a blessing. I can see the love between the two of you already, and you’ve been here all of five minutes. All we ever wanted was this for you, Theo.”

Yep, here are the tears.

I’ll never know how he knew I was waiting on him to reassure me and my decisions. But that’s exactly what he did. “Thanks, Dad.”

This is going to be a million times better than I could have ever even imagined.

Now I just have to get my plan to work out perfectly…