Page 79 of Reckless and Rooted
“Planned something, did you?” I ask, already reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
She smiles slyly at me, her cheeks tinged pink. “I may have. I was hoping he would sleep so we could have some time.”
Since having the baby, we’ve been able to have sex a couple of times, but I never want to hurt her, so I’ve been letting her lead when she wants to.
This is definitely the lead I was waiting for.
I kick off my shoes, my jeans quickly following, and crawl up on the bed, my knees meeting hers as I grasp her head with my hands, pulling her mouth up to mine in a slow, sultry kiss. I take my time, hearing her little moan as I kiss her, and slowly, I lay her until she’s on her back, her legs wrapped around my waist.
“I love being right here,” I say, kissing down over her jaw, my hands still on her face and body. The silkiness of her skin feels amazing under my rough hands.
“Where?” she asks breathlessly.
“Right here,” I say, flexing my hips so she can feel what I’m talking about, so she knows without a doubt in her mind that I’m talking about her legs wrapped around my waist while I kiss every inch of her body. “This is my favorite place in the world.”
She laughs lightly, her nails scratching over my shoulders and down my back as she uses her legs to hold me firmly to her. “I can’t help but agree.”
I hum as I find her lips again, my attention fully on her as she uses her toes to try and knock down my boxers. I reach my hand down, my calloused fingers rubbing against the extra soft belly. I love this belly. It’s what gave me one of the greatest gifts of my life, and I intend to prove it to her.
I let her go, only so I can scoot lower and kiss across every mark left behind from our son, every bit of it proof that my girl is a fucking rockstar of a human. I move, my fingers reaching up to take her shorts off and slide them over her legs.
While kissing her belly, I slide my fingers over her, letting my hand do the work. Her breathy gasps are encouraging.
I take my time with her, wanting to show her how in love I am with her and her body. This life she is giving me, this life we are building together is better than anything I could have hoped for, and I am both exhilarated for what will come and terrified to lose it.
Her mouth meets mine in a greedy but passionate kiss, and I let myself melt into her body, moving my hand and unable to wait any longer before our bodies come together as one.
She gasps into my mouth, and I still, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead.
“More, Jax,” she says, her eyes closed but her nails digging into my shoulders, encouraging me to continue.
I move deeper, our bodies connecting in ways I couldn’t have dreamed of.
And as we both let ourselves unravel, I send a silent prayer up above that I can keep this life forever.
38
felicity
I amin my office when the doorbell rings. Not thinking anything of it, I walk through my house, glancing into the backyard where Jax and Law are both enjoying the sunshine that is finally reaching this part of the mountain. The snow is nearly gone now, and forecasts say it is staying gone and to look forward to the spring and summer months to come.
I was ready, and I wasn’t. Because another thing that is coming is a short tour, one where Lawson and I will leave for the tour with a nanny, approved by my incredible midwife, Laura, and Jax will need to stay home for the rodeo school.
None of us, even Ezra, are thrilled about it. But there isn’t much we can do.
Ezra is off the next few days, handling some family matters, so when I open the door expecting someone from the family, my stomach drops when I see who it is.
“Zack?” My tone betrays my bewilderment, and Zack strolls confidently into my house without invitation. I close the door behind him, wondering if there are paparazzi lining the streets.
Zack never does anything without an audience.
“I want to see my son.” His demand is off-putting, but then again, so is his entire being. So it shouldn’t really be a surprise.
“You gave up your rights for that,” I state, crossing my arms and gearing up for a fight. “You shouldn’t even be here. How did you know where I live?”
“My girlfriend told me,” he replies, looking around my house with his nose scrunched. “This isn’t seriously the place you’re raising our son.”
“My son,” I remind him, my eyes wide. I can’t believe he’s here. “And who’s your girlfriend?”
