Page 59 of Reckless and Rooted
I move my hands to his chest, my nails digging in slightly, and I feel his hips thrusting up into me, unable to help himself.
I let out a loud moan again, letting my head fall back slightly and can’t help but reach up, twisting and pulling on my breasts. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good.
Jax grabs my hands, and I don’t even realize he is paying attention until he pulls me down, his head coming up and his lips clamping over my nipple. I feel my center heat quickly, and another orgasm starts to hit me.
He rips his mouth away from my nipple, pulling my head down to his and kissing the daylights out of me as he finally reaches his orgasm, his hips holding against mine for seconds before we both collapse in a heap on the bed, the hat rolling off.
Normally, Jax would care about how his hat was set, but this time, I’m not sure he can move.
He pulls me to the side, reaching for blankets that have been shoved off, and covers our naked bodies, both of us still feeling the effects of what just happened.
His eyes gaze into mine, his hand rubbing softly against my cheek. “I love you, City.”
I smile at him, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on his mouth, his full lips soft against my own. “I love you so much, Jax. I can’t even express how much.”
His hand squeezes my hip. “Well, if I have it my way, which I will…” I lift a brow at his cocky comment. “You have the rest of our lives to show me.”
I smile and let my body relax, everything about this moment more perfect than I can ever ask for and then blink my eyes open, finding him already looking at me. “Jax, that greenhouse?—”
“Was it too much?”
For the first time since he came stomping back into the house, worry creases his forehead.
I shake my head, my smile light and full. “Not at all. I’ve never felt more loved than when I saw that. I don’t know how you did it.”
“Felicity.” He grips my hip, pulling me tightly against his body. “Maybe you forgot, but I will literally do anything for you. The greenhouse is just the start.”
My eyes fill with tears again, and I laugh, rolling them. “Oh, yeah, by the way, pregnant me cries a lot, apparently.”
He wipes one of my fallen tears and smiles softly. “That’s okay, baby. Just so long as they’re happy tears that fall.”
“With you? I think that’s all they’ll ever be.”
I lean forward and kiss him again, letting the man I’ve loved since middle school have all of me, mind, body, and soul.
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Pressing kisses to her stomach,I wrap my hand around her hip and hold her to me. “And I’m thankful for this.” I kiss the side of her breast, moving up her body. “And these.” Finally, I hit her jaw and move over to her lips, looking into her gorgeous eyes and seeing the love for me in them. “And you. Always thankful for you.”
Felicity reaches up and rakes her fingernails through my hair, scratching my scalp and holding me back.
For the past week, we’ve barely left the bed except to work, and as soon as we could, we found ourselves gravitating right back into each other.
I haven’t felt this happy in years. I finally found a place to be that makes me happy, that gives me peace, and it is right here, wrapped up in this woman.
I glance around at her room, one we’ve been working on putting together since our first time back together. A mattress on the floor isn’t as comfortable as I want her to be.
Her bed frame arrived yesterday morning, right before she had to leave for the studio, and I surprised her by getting offwork early and getting it all put together, with the help of Stetson and Bonnie, of course. Bonnie made it look how…well, how a girl would make it look. With comfortable pillows and bedding that Felicity had hidden in the hall closet.
But the look on Felicity’s face when she jumped onto it, her expression, and the words spilling from her mouth full of gratitude were worth every second of hard work.
“Jax, I don’t know if going to your family’s dinner is a great idea,” she says again, the nerves on her face already prominent.
I sigh, trying to find the right words to explain that she has nothing to worry about, that my family will be thrilled to have her there. “Baby, it’s all going to be fine. They already know we’re together.”
She levels me with a look. “Yes, but not everyone knows I’m pregnant with another man’s baby.”
