Page 26 of Harmonizing Hearts

Jax moves away and takes the blindfold off. I blink a few times before locking eyes with him. “I love you, baby girl.”

I kiss him because it seems words are stuck on the tip of my tongue. My heart flutters at his words. They hit more than the one I read during the interview he had.

When he detaches from my lips, the flickers in his eyes make him even more sexy. “Fancy an imaginary tour of our house.”

I peer around before my gaze lands on him again, “Our house? I thought I’ll move in in the penthouse.”

“The penthouse is rented for a month, Em, until this is ready.” He pulls my chin up and perks at my lips.

“But… How? When? I mean…” I stumble in my words, triggering his laugh.

Jackson takes my hand and drags me in the middle of this big open space. “The kitchen will go there and the kitchen island is my choice,” I haven’t missed the smirk before he points to the left. The big windows face a garden and a patio on the side. “Here we’ll have the couch, TV and whatever else you may need.” My attention is focused on the two wall windows that look over the bay. The ocean waves’ crush can be heard from here. He drags me in another room — my office, then his soundproofed studio, and a few more rooms I can’t remember what he said about. Our bedroom is the biggest room I’ve ever seen, and the view is breathtaking. “Chris and Luke have installed the security cameras and the private beach has access only from here.”

“Jackson this place is…is…” I bite my lower lip to hold the tears that threaten to spill.

“Ours.” He hugs me from behind. “If you want it.”

“You have my heart, Jax.”Please don’t break it,I silently add because this time I won’t survive it.

“The most precious thing I own in my whole life.” He smiles pulling me closer, “I want to give you the moon, baby.”

“Hmm, what if I want something else?” It takes him one look to get my words. In the last period we took it easy. Talked a lot and had a lot of sex but it seems it’s never enough for me. I want more of him and the delicious orgasms he makes me have. Am I having a dick addiction? Most definitely.

“Mine,” is the only thing I hear before he consumes me in a passionate, burning kiss. He walks me backward until my back hits the wall. His body presses against mine, igniting a powerful desire in me. He leaves my mouth, his lips brushing over my neck as his hands pull my dress up.

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he groans as my hands fumble with his belt. I do as I’m told, while he nibbles to my shoulder, biting my already erected nipples through the fabric of my dress. The moan that leaves my mouth seems surreal as echoes in the empty house. His digits find my clit making my head spin. The feelings are so intense that it takes me over the edge. Jax drops on his knees, his tongue flicks over my bundle of nerves while my head flop back. The more he teases me the more my orgasm looms closer. My hands reach down, pulling at his hair.

“Let it go, baby.” His words blank my mind, erasing all my control over my body. I’m riding the high wave when he picks me up, walk me in the kitchen and makes me seat on the kitchen island.

“Dress off.” He orders before pulling off his T-shirt, “I’m not done with you.” He folds it and places it behind my head but I don’t lean back. Wrapping my legs around him I keep him in place. Sticking my tongue out I lick his chest while his hand rakes in my hair, and then tug it. I’m melting from inside under his gaze. Grinding against his manhood makes him groan. I open his jeans and grab his hard marble cock. Feeling his fingers sink in me, I buckle my hips against his cock but he grabs my wrist. I let go of his delicious dick. Jax takes the other wrist and makes me lay backward pinning them above my head.

“So fucking gorgeous and edible.” His hands travel down my body while the fingertips trace my features. My body is burning while the cold marble helps me to stay focused on him. When he grabs my ankles and helps me put my feet on the island too, I feel so exposed and open for him. The anticipation of what’s going to happen makes my blood rush in my veins. Feeling his cock at my opening makes me move toward the edge, allowing him more access.

“Such a good little girl.” He praises, “Tell me Em, do you want it rough and fast or deep and slow?”

“Both, Daddy.” It’s been a while since we had a proper scene — not that I miss it. Jax is the perfect lover and brings me up all the time but I know he’s trying to calm his dominant side and now I don’t want to.

His eyes lock with mine while he brushes over my opening, “Such a greedy little slut. Is my cock you want, Em?”

“Please,” my voice is a mere whisper while he pushes inside me. My body tenses for a second at his thickness but then relaxes. His hips rocks me sending me miles away, losing myself in the feeling of being loved and fucked mercilessly. The deeper he pushes the more the noises of his speedy breaths and thrusts seem so far away.

“Fuck, baby.” I feel him skirt away from my private heaven when he pushes out and leans to kiss me, “I don’t have a condom.” He grumbles while jerking over me. The spurts lands on my stomach while he flops his head back, the blissful relief rushes over him.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more sexy than this in my whole life. I can’t help but stare at his beauty while he finishes to please himself over me. His eyes lock with mine as I let my fingers collect the sperm and then lick it off. I can see his eyes darken even more when I show his seed in my mouth before swallowing it.

“Christ, you sexy vixen.” He kisses me before shoving his cock so deep into me that I forget to breathe. The pumps get faster and deeper. I can’t help but cry out his name while I come harder than ever, gushing over his cock. The peace envelops me, as his caresses brings me back.

I blink a few times as my foggy numbness fades away.

“Hi, baby.” He kisses me softly, helping me to sit. “Little sips,” he opens a bottle of water and hands it to me. Looking at the floor and his jeans, I blush, shame creeps on me. Jax cups my chin and forces me to look at him, “I don’t want to see that look.”

“But I…your jeans…the floor.” I stammer.

His smile gets bigger. “I fucking loved it, Em, thank you.”

Jax kisses me and then uses his jeans to dry the mess I’ve made. I haven’t squirted often and when I did it wasn’t as intense as it was today. I get off the kitchen island and wear back my dress while he throws his jeans and goes outside.

As I take a deep breath and allow myself to be enveloped by the warmth of this space, a glimmer of hope flickers within me. Love is a journey, one that is fraught with challenges and uncertainties. And though the road ahead may be paved with obstacles, I’m willing to take that leap of faith, to embrace the love that Jax has offered and see where it leads us. For in this moment, as I stand in the midst of conflicting emotions, one truth shines through—I love him.

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