Page 46 of Somewhere Only We Know (Healing in Cincy #4)
I unhook my belt and unbutton my pants faster than I ever have before.
I toe off my shoes and pants and fling off my shirt.
I take Jax’s hand and pull her up to help her get her dress off.
Her hands rest on my waist as I pull the zipper down.
The material loosens and Jax pulls her arms out of the arm holes.
She’s still standing taller than normal with her heels on and her dress puddles to the floor with a light thud and I hold her hand to help her step out of the fabric.
I bite down on my bottom lip when I realize she wasn’t wearing a bra the whole night and her eyes meet mine in a challenge.
Shaking my head, I kneel back down and finally help her out of these death traps she calls heels.
They bring her down to her natural height and I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.
I shuck off my boxers and crawl on the bed. Kissing up her body as I go.
“Hi.” She says and frames my face between her delicate hands. Jax’s leg hooks around my waist as I settle between her legs.
I fist my dick at the base and slide into her on one thrust. Jax moans my name as I settle deep inside of her. “Hi, Bee.”
“Come on, Natey. Prove to me that we don’t need a sex therapist,” Jax taunts .
“Your wish is my command.” I silence her with a kiss as my hips begin to move.
I tease her with fast pumps of my hips to slow and long strokes.
I dip my head down to take one of her nipples between my teeth.
The action has her walls contracting around me and I groan against her.
I release her with a pop and do the same to the other, relishing in the feel of her pulsing around me.
Wanting to get deeper, I move one of her legs over my shoulder and Jax’s whimper as I hit a spot inside of her is almost my undoing.
I put her other leg over my shoulder and am welcomed with her nails digging into my arms as the sound of skin slapping against skin and our arousal mixing together sounds through the room.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jax cries as I feel the slight shaking in her legs.
Dropping her legs, I flip our positions and lift her up, impaling her on my dick. “Ride me, baby.”
Jax sits up and places her hands on my chest for leverage.
The change in her as she takes charge of her pleasure is of pure amazement.
Her hips move in a hypnotic rhythm and she makes sure she hits all of her spots.
My hands fall to her hips as I help her move and meet her thrusts with a lift of my hips.
Jax moves her hands from my chest, dropping them and bracketing the side of my head.
The new position makes her feel impossibly tighter.
“Fuck, Jax,” I groan through clenched teeth. “Tell me you’re close.”
“Almost. Help me?” she whines.
“What do you need?”
“Everything.”
My brows furrow at her vague statement. But I do what feels right.
I dip my head and pull a nipple into my mouth.
My other hand moves between us and I play with her clit.
Pinching and teasing it, rolling it between my thumb and index finger.
I feel her orgasm slamming into her before she says anything.
It’s in the way her breath catches, like the first big drop on a roller coaster.
And then Jax is biting down on the spot between my neck and shoulder as she reaches her climax.
Her legs shake around my hips and her cunt squeezes the life out of my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me.
My hips pump in and out of her in a sloppy rhythm as I ring out the last of my release.
Jax’s bite turns into a kiss. Soothing the area that probably has her mark. My arms come up and wrap around her torso, holding her to me as I let my cock soften inside of her.
“Still need a sex therapist?” I ask after she’s thoroughly kissed the spot she chomped down on.
“No. I think we’re good in this department,” Jax says cockily and panting.
I give her a small slap on the ass and she clenches around me causing me to grunt. Jax laughs and I hold her hips still to lessen the movement. “Just good?”
“Great. Does that work?”
“I’d prefer mind blowing but that also works.”
Eventually I carry Jax to the bathroom where we shower together before crawling back into bed.
Tomorrow is our last full day here and then my workouts get more intense before heading off to spring training.
I had a bunch of anxiety surrounding this trip.
I couldn’t stop thinking of this place to only be the bad place.
The place where my dad died. The place where I made decisions that impacted my future. The place where I ended up losing Jax.
And as I watch my wife sleep, with the moon peeking through a crack in the curtain, I’ve never been more grateful for baseball.
Without it, her and I would’ve never crossed paths again.
I still ask myself how we could have possibly lived in the same city for years and never run into each other.
Letting her go all of those years ago was the biggest mistake of my life.
One I paid for as I lived a life of solitude.
I push back a stray curl and in this moment promise to be the best husband and best friend that she will ever have.