Page 21 of Somewhere Only We Know (Healing in Cincy #4)

NATE

COLLEGE, OCTOBER, SENIOR YEAR

J ax slams the door to my dorm room and flops on my bed. Her shoes clonk onto the floor shortly after.

“Hi, Bee.” I greet from my spot at the desk.

Fall baseball season wrapped last week. So while I still have my workouts, they’ve been less strenuous.

But bonus is that Jax and I have spent all of our free time together.

My feelings for her still burn as bright as the moment I realized I had a crush on her.

“I can’t wait to graduate,” she groans.

I finish highlighting this section in my textbook and turn to face her. Her curly hair is splayed over my pillow and her sweatshirt rides up on her toned midriff. She is my dream woman. “And where would you go?”

“Anywhere you’re at.”

I smile as big as humanly possible and get up to move onto the bed. I crawl between her legs and rest my head on her chest with her hands instantly running down my back. If men could purr I would be doing that.

“Anywhere, huh? What if I’m in Alaska? ”

Her hands stall their movement and I smile against her. “I’d rethink my stance on following you anywhere.”

“So you’d leave me to freeze?”

“It’s not cold all the time there.”

“Just six months out of the year,” I note.

“Exactly.”

Silence falls over us as it normally does.

It’s not a we-ran-out-of-things-to-talk-about silence.

In fact Jax and I can talk about anything under the sun.

Well, she talks and I listen with a smile on my face.

But we can also sit in the quiet and not feel the need to fill the quiet with noise.

And that’s good when some people refuse to stop talking.

“What would you want in your dream house?”

She gasps and drums her fingers on my back in excitement. “Are you starting your senior project?”

“I am.” I say and pinch her side resulting in her to squirm. “Now tell me what you’d want.”

“Oh that’s easy.” She tells me and goes back to rubbing my back. “An all-weather sunroom that overlooks a lake, that way we can see the seasons change from that one spot. A kitchen and dining room that's big enough to host our families and friends.”

“We don’t have a lot of friends,” I say.

“We will when we’re older. Now hush. This is my dream home.” She says with a laugh and I can’t help but chuckle.

I listen in comfort as she lists every room that’s downstairs, because according to Jax we need a two-story house. But in listening to her list what she wants in her dream home, I’m also locking everything away for our future because I want this life with her.

“Oh, and a playroom.”

“A playroom, huh?” The thought of kids never scared me. I love being an older brother. While most of my friends tolerated their younger siblings, I took every chance to be around Kayla. Now imagining kids with Jax makes me want a time machine so we can get to that part of our life faster.

“Mm hmm,” is what she responds with. “But it won’t be a playroom at first.”

“Of course not,” I go along. “What would it be?”

“An empty room, silly goose.”

“Oh, pardon me. What about the second level?”

Jax describes in detail what she’d want the upstairs to have. The primary suite would be on one end of the house for privacy and because every house should have a spa-like bathroom and department store sized closet.

“Is it just our room on that level?” I tease.

“Nope. It would be a very big house. Speaking of, how many kids would you want? Hypothetically speaking.”

I sit up and her eyes meet mine. I move next to her and prop my head on my closed fist, toying with the string of her hoodie. “Hypothetically, two or three. But knowing my luck I’d end up with four kids.”

Jax’s eyes widen to a comical size. “Four?”

“Your choice if you’re able to carry them.”

“How considerate of you.” She says and turns into me.

I say nothing back as I survey her. The light smattering of freckles is spread on her button nose and tops of her cheeks with her wayward curls framing her perfect face.

God, I have it so bad.

“I like you a lot,” I tell her.

“I like you a whole lot, too.”

Leaning forward I press a kiss to her lips.

Jax sighs as our lips touch and I bring my other hand up to cradle the side of her face.

I let her lead and Jax leans into me, pushing me back on the bed and crawling over me.

Her legs straddle my hips and my hands slide up her legs and rest on her waist. Jax’s tongue licks at my lower lip and I open, letting our tongues tangle.

I push her hips down on my erection and I revel in the breathy whimper she lets out.

She’s tentative to move her body and I assist her by moving her back and forth.

“Nate,” she whines as I roll my own hips up into her.

“Just relax, Bee. Do what feels good.”

“I want to try,” she starts and cuts herself off.

“Try what, Jax?” I ask and push her hair back.

“To pleasure you.”

In any other situation, I would tease her for the furrow in her brow. But this? I’ve been all about focusing on her pleasure, that I never worried about myself. Because it never was about me. But Jax wanting to do this for me is making my brain empty.

“Bee, you don’t need to.”

“I know.” She says and sits up, resting her full weight on my still hard erection.

Because when the girl you’re utterly obsessed with says she wants to pleasure you, all blood heads south and thoughts fly out the door.

And it’s clear she’s fully aware of the effect she has on me.

“But I want to. Please, Nate. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”

“Fuck, Bee.” I throw my head back and groan before abruptly sitting up and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Jax yelps before I take advantage, pushing my tongue into her mouth and I’m weaving my hands through the spiral tresses.

I break the kiss and trail a path down her jaw and to her neck.

Nipping and soothing the sting with a kiss.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes. But we’re gonna take this slow too.” I tell her and back her up on my lap. Jax’s arms rest on my shoulders and the look on her face is one of surety. “Okay. Pull down my sweats and take out my cock.”

A blush covers her face as she looks at me before down to my pants. Jax’s hands go to the waistband of my pants and tugs them down. My dick springs and bobs against my stomach. I’d find it amusing by the look on her face if I wasn’t about to come from just a look.

I grab her hand in mine and bring it to my dick, wrapping her small hand around my length. “Grip it like this,” I say through clenched teeth.

Her touch is feather-light as she moves up and down. “It’s surprisingly soft.”

I’d laugh if a very important piece of me wasn’t in her hands. “What were you expecting? I ask and try to hold a simple conversation about the texture of my cock.

“I’m not sure,” she muses. “But I like it.”

“It likes you too.”

Jax’s touch gets firmer, the way I like it before she retreats and is back to the feather-light touches.

“Tighter,” I instruct and her hand stalls. “Don’t be afraid to grip it tighter.”

“Like this?” Jax asks as her hand strokes me harder.

“That’s it.” I say and drop my head back on a groan. My hands bunch into the sheets as Jax pumps me in her hand. My eyes roll back when she swirls her thumb over the tip of me, smearing the pre-cum that’s pooled at the top. “Fuck.”

“Is that okay?” Jax’s innocence shows through and it’s the biggest turn-on.

“Yes, J, this is perfect. Use my cum to help your strokes.” I breathe heavily through my nose as she does what I tell her.

“What else do I do? ”

My head falls forward and I meet her eyes. “This is perfect, Bee.”

Jax uses my cum to ease her strokes. Fast and slow and every time she twists the tip of my dick with her hand my balls retreat.

“I’m gonna come, Jax.”

She keeps at it with her pace until I’m swearing her name. My cum shoots onto my stomach and all over her hand. And I groan as she continues to stroke me.

Ultra-sensitive to her touch, I stop her movements and pull her hand away then look down at the mess.

My first instinct is to look for my t-shirt or a tissue, but Jax surprises me once again as she licks my release off her hand.

I wait for her reaction because a man’s cum isn’t what a lot of women like tasting.

“Salty,” she tells me with a furrow in her brow.

“It can be.”

She leans over and grabs a tissue and cleans me off. “How long are you going to deny me this?”

“Delayed gratification is worth it. Plus, I have one more lesson.” I pull my pants up over my softening erection.

Jax’s eyes widen. “Tell me.”

“Nope.”

“Not even if I take my top off and beg?” She asks and inches her hands to the hem of her sweatshirt.

Maybe . “Nope.”

“Fine.” She pouts and hands me my shirt.

With a chuckle, I put the shirt on and haul her back into my arms. “You’re precious to me. And I don’t want to rush any step because it’s your first time.”

“You’ve been preparing me for months.”

“Bee, my fingers and dick are two different things.”

“Doubtful,” she says with a pout .

“Fine. You wanna go right now?” The color drains from her face and I lean forward and take her lips in a bruising kiss. “That’s what I thought.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“Me taking your virginity that you’re willfully giving me is as fair as one can get. I don’t know what it’s like for girls, but it’s easier for us; not painful.”

Her body relaxes back in my arms and I drop us back to the bed. Jax nuzzles into me and places a kiss on my throat. For the rest of the night, she tells me of her house plans and I file every room, down to the tiny detail into a folder. Not just for school use, but for my future with her.