Page 80 of Until Bax

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“Be quiet,Olivia, or Kourtney’s going to hear you from across the house,” Bax growls against my ear, covering my mouth with his hand.

I would be quiet, but in this position, with him behind me and his big body pressing mine into the mattress each time he sinks inside me, he hits that part of me that makes me whimper, and my breath catches.

“I love this pussy. Have I told you that?” he asks, and I shake my head, my face pressed to the bed, my fingers wrapped around the edge of the mattress above my head. “I do. I would live inside you if you let me, and I’d keep you filled with my cum.”

Oh my God.

My insides tighten around him as the scruff on his jaw scrapes against my skin.

“You like that?” He laughs, but it sounds wicked as it slides down my spine. “You like the idea of feeling me between your legs, even when I’m not inside you, don’t you?”

“Bax,” I moan against his hand, goosebumps spreading across my shoulder and down my back.

He slides his hand between me and the mattress, cupping my pussy. “Look at how wet that makes you.” He circles his hips. “One day, I’m going to fuck you with nothing between us, fill you with my cum, and breed you. You’ll have all my babies, won’t you?” He rolls his fingers across my clit, and instantly, I start to come. His words, his fingers, and his cock send me over the edge before I even know what’s happening.

“Christ,” he groans against my ear, never losing his rhythm as he rides me through my orgasm.

His hips press into mine, and his hand moves from my pussy, sliding to my hip, then down my thigh to the back of my knee, gripping me there. His other hand leaves my mouth and skims up my arm, his hand covering mine, still wrapped over the end of the bed. Using the mattress for leverage, he pulls himself up, sending him impossibly deeper, and all I can do is hold on as he fucks me, his hand on my thigh squeezing so tight I know I’ll have bruises from his fingertips, while his warm breath brushes against my ear.

I should not be able to crest again so soon after just coming, but being at his mercy triggers another orgasm, and as I fall over the edge, I hear him curse and growl my name before his thrusts become jerky, and he plants himself deep, losing himself. Breathing heavily, he drops his forehead to my shoulder, and his fingers tangle with mine above my head.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy,” I whisper, and I feel him smile against my skin before he presses his lips to my shoulder. When he starts to roll us, I latch onto his fingers. “No, not yet.”

“I’m heavy, baby.”

“I like it,” I mumble, and he settles back on top of me, flipping his hand over, then linking our fingers back together.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to make it to dinner,” he says quietly, fiddling with my fingers, and my lashes flutter open. “That happens sometimes with work.”

That something that happened with work was Liam calling him and letting him know that he needed help at the house he was at, while Bax was on his way to the restaurant to meet me. I immediately questioned if my mom and brother had planned it that way, but Bax assured me they didn’t.

The house Liam was working on got the flooring installed today, and with the painters coming in tomorrow, he needed help putting the paper down to protect the new wood floors. He was going to go meet Liam after dinner, but I told him it was okay and that I would explain everything that happened when I got home, which I did.

Obviously, he was frustrated with my mom, but hedidthink it was funny that I called him with her right there to prove a point. He was also happy to hear that Lincoln didn’t take the opportunity our mothers presented and run with it.

Not that I thought Lincoln would. I think, after our coffee meetup, he got how into Bax I am.

“It’s okay. I understand, and it’s not like it was a planned dinner.”

“I just don’t want you to think that you’re not a priority.”

“I don’t think that at all.”

“Good,” he whispers, then I feel him look toward the bedroom door when there is a noise in the hall. “Sorry, baby, I gotta get Gemma before she wakes Kourtney up.”

“It’s okay.” My eyes slide closed, and a mewl of disappointment climbs up the back of my throat when he nips my ear as he slides out of me.

Getting to his feet at the side of the bed, he tosses the blanket over me and walks to the bathroom. I hear the sink turn on and roll to my side, then watch him walk out of the bathroom with a wash rag.

When he gets back to me, he uses it to clean me up, and I bite my lip. There is something so intimate about the act, maybe even more intimate than what we just did.

As soon as he’s done, he presses a kiss to my mouth, then passes me one of his shirts after he puts on his boxers. Sitting up, I slip the shirt on over my head and watch him open the bedroom door. The hall is dark, and the moment the door is open, Gemma rushes into the room and jumps onto the bed.

“We didn’t leave you.” I laugh as she rolls to her back in front of me so I can rub her belly.

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