Page 71 of Somewhere Only We Know
“Fuck,” I groan out.
“Are you gonna come like this, Natey?” She asks, and our lips brush against each others as she asks the question.
My hands fall back to her hips and grind her over my erection. “Absolutely. And you are too. Use me, baby.”
Jax angles my head the way she wants and explores mymouth. Pulling my lower lip between her teeth and sucking on it. The sensation goes to my cock and I roll my hips into her. The kiss breaks and Jax drops her hand on the floor and uses the momentum to make herself come. The little whimpers paired with her moaning when my cock slides against her clit is an erotic sound that I’ll memorize forever.
“That’s it, Bee. Take what you need.” My hands grip her hips hard enough to probably leave a bruise.
“Nate.” My name leaves her mouth on a shaky exhale.
I push her down harder for friction on her clit and that sigh does it.
“Oh, fuck,” Jax says with a whine as her orgasm hits and the roll of her hips becomes erratic.
I’m right behind her. My grip on her hips gets tighter and force her mouth back to mine in a searing kiss as I move her roughly over me. Jax’s tongue flutters with mine and I groan into her mouth as I come in my shorts. Her hips continue to move lazily over me as we both come down from the high. Jax peppers kisses along my neck, jaw, cheek, and nose. This, I could get used to.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to workout in here and not think of that,” I say, finally breaking the silence.
“Yes you will.” Jax slides off my lap and lays next to me, she props her head on her fist, keeping a hand on my chest and a leg thrown over my hip. “Just think of it as motivation anytime you step foot in here.”
“Ooo. An orgasm per set I complete? I like the way you think, wifey.”
“We’ll see.”
We lay there on the gym floor just looking at each other. This week has been quick kisses before hopping onto meetings or heading out to train. We’re doing the back and forth between our houses, but we haven’t gotten to the sleepoverpart. Despite us being married, that would be the next big step in our relationship.
“What are you thinking about?” Jax whispers.
“Everything.” I tell her. And it’s the truth. I can’t turn my brain off. I’m constantly thinking about my next step–our next step now, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve always been a chronic over-thinker and now that I have Jax to worry about, I fear it’ll send me backwards. Erasing all of the strides I made to go with the flow in life.
Jax’s brows furrow, before she’s sitting up and holding her hand out to me. “Come on.”
Tentatively, I place my hand in hers and let her assist in pulling me to a standing position. But let’s be real. There is no way Jax could pull me up on her own. I outweigh and tower over her. With confusion plaguing me, I grab my phone and turn out the lights, before following Jax upstairs. She walks with a purpose to my living room where I see a gift wrapped box sitting on my coffee table.
“I’m all sweaty. And I have cum in my shorts. Can I shower first?”
“No.” Jax demands and laughs before pulling me to sit on the couch next to her. “I did some snooping around earlier this week before knowing you needed this.”
Christmas is a week away and it didn’t even dawn on me that we were doing gifts.
“I didn’t get you anything,” I admit weakly.
“Baby, I don’t care about that. Plus you know I love giving gifts.” Jax wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me down for a quick kiss. “This is also for me, too.”
I look at Jax, my heart already bursting from the love I feel for her. Squeezing her knee affectionately, I lean forward and grab the box. It’s got a bit of weight to it and I look at her before tearing it open.
“You didn’t.”
“I did,” Jax says with glee coating both words.
I tear the rest of the paper off and open the box. Inside is the top of the line Nikon. My other cameras are stored at my mom’s place. And since baseball took over my life, I didn’t find them necessary to have around.
“No. Jaclyn Marie, this is too expensive.”
“Will you stop? Nate,” she pauses to collect her words, “one of the things I was most jealous of when we were younger was your passion for things. Photography being one of them. You didn’t see you from my point of view. Baseball, that was a given. But you behind a lens was like watching Jackie Robinson or Willie Mays up to bat. I loved seeing that version of you because there was no thought behind what you took. You just let yourself feel. And if a camera is going to help you turn your mind off, because I can see when you start to overthink, then I want you to help you get back to that.”
I run my hands over the body of the camera and smile as Jax’s words soak in. She’s right. I did stop thinking when I had a camera in my hands. Everything shutdown and it’s as if she knew that this is what I needed without me telling her.
