Page 39 of Somewhere Only We Know
Ultra-sensitive to her touch, I stop her movements and pull her hand away then look down at the mess. My first instinct is to look for my t-shirt or a tissue, but Jax surprises me once again as she licks my release off her hand. I wait for her reaction because a man’s cum isn’t what a lot of women like tasting.
“Salty,” she tells me with a furrow in her brow.
“It can be.”
She leans over and grabs a tissue and cleans me off. “How long are you going to deny me this?”
“Delayed gratification is worth it. Plus, I have one more lesson.” I pull my pants up over my softening erection.
Jax’s eyes widen. “Tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Not even if I take my top off and beg?” She asks and inches her hands to the hem of her sweatshirt.
Maybe. “Nope.”
“Fine.” She pouts and hands me my shirt.
With a chuckle, I put the shirt on and haul her back into my arms. “You’re precious to me. And I don’t want to rush any step because it’s your first time.”
“You’ve been preparing me for months.”
“Bee, my fingers and dick are two different things.”
“Doubtful,” she says with a pout.
“Fine. You wanna go right now?” The color drains from her face and I lean forward and take her lips in a bruising kiss. “That’s what I thought.”
“You don’t play fair.”
“Me taking your virginity that you’re willfully giving me is as fair as one can get. I don’t know what it’s like for girls, but it’s easier for us; not painful.”
Her body relaxes back in my arms and I drop us back to the bed. Jax nuzzles into me and places a kiss on my throat. For the rest of the night, she tells me of her house plans and I file every room, down to the tiny detail into a folder. Not just for school use, but for my future with her.
21
NATE
PRESENT DAY
Ishut and lock my front door then drop my duffle by the stairs. The late afternoon light filters throughout the windows in my home casting a golden glow throughout the space. A lot of single baseball players would laugh at my buying a house. But the apartment life was never for me. I like my own space and not catering to others' rules. My home is my haven. And it’s an architecture junkie's dream. It’s all angles and smooth lines. And exactly the home I would have drawn up and had contracted to build if I had the time. So when my realtor sent me this listing, I put in my offer that day. Having a house this big when it’s only me gets lonely. But it’s my dream. For now at least.
I head to the kitchen to pull my steak out of the fridge. I’ve been in a mood and maybe it has to do with our losing streak. It’s tough to get up everyday and play the game you love but not get the results you want. To not get the results your city expects. And to disappoint your fans. I love the game more than anything, but I wish we’d have something to show off for our success. But we only have a month left of the season and after that, I plan to use that time to train.
While my steak comes to room temperature, I start working on the sides. I’m constantly thinking about my next move, that when I have the downtime I don’t know what to do with myself. So I usually cook to busy that part of my brain. I’m rinsing off the broccoli when my phone dings with a text and I almost drop the vegetables in the sink when I lean over and see who texted me.
Bee: Hi, friend.
Telling Jax it’s okay for us to start again as friends was painful. And so necessary because I’d rather have her in my life as a friend than nothing at all.Baby steps, is what I’ve been telling myself for the last few months. It’s taken us months to get to this stage. Which is a stark difference to how it was when we were younger.
When I first texted her after my run a handful of weeks ago, I expected a late response, not her completely ignoring me. And when I took candy to her house a few weeks ago, I was hoping for a little bit of communication. An ice breaker of sorts. But nothing. I’m guessing she has her reasons, but her lack of it still stings. I wipe my hands off and pick up my phone.
Me: Hey friend.
Me: How’s the busy life?
Bee: Surprisingly not so busy. I’m caught up on all my work for the rest of the week, so I have nothing but time to twiddle my fingers.
