Page 85 of Somewhere Only We Know
Dropping her legs, I flip our positions and lift her up, impaling her on my dick. “Ride me, baby.”
Jax sits up and places her hands on my chest for leverage. The change in her as she takes charge of her pleasure is of pure amazement. Her hips move in a hypnotic rhythm and she makes sure she hits all of her spots. My hands fall to her hips as I help her move and meet her thrusts with a lift of my hips. Jax moves her hands from my chest, dropping them and bracketing the side of my head. The new position makes her feel impossibly tighter.
“Fuck, Jax,” I groan through clenched teeth. “Tell me you’re close.”
“Almost. Help me?” she whines.
“What do you need?”
“Everything.”
My brows furrow at her vague statement. But I do what feels right. I dip my head and pull a nipple into my mouth. My other hand moves between us and I play with her clit.Pinching and teasing it, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. I feel her orgasm slamming into her before she says anything. It’s in the way her breath catches, like the first big drop on a roller coaster. And then Jax is biting down on the spot between my neck and shoulder as she reaches her climax. Her legs shake around my hips and her cunt squeezes the life out of my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me. My hips pump in and out of her in a sloppy rhythm as I ring out the last of my release.
Jax’s bite turns into a kiss. Soothing the area that probably has her mark. My arms come up and wrap around her torso, holding her to me as I let my cock soften inside of her.
“Still need a sex therapist?” I ask after she’s thoroughly kissed the spot she chomped down on.
“No. I think we’re good in this department,” Jax says cockily and panting.
I give her a small slap on the ass and she clenches around me causing me to grunt. Jax laughs and I hold her hips still to lessen the movement. “Just good?”
“Great. Does that work?”
“I’d prefer mind blowing but that also works.”
Eventually I carry Jax to the bathroom where we shower together before crawling back into bed. Tomorrow is our last full day here and then my workouts get more intense before heading off to spring training. I had a bunch of anxiety surrounding this trip. I couldn’t stop thinking of this place to only be the bad place. The place where my dad died. The place where I made decisions that impacted my future. The place where I ended up losing Jax.
And as I watch my wife sleep, with the moon peeking through a crack in the curtain, I’ve never been more grateful for baseball. Without it, her and I would’ve never crossed paths again. I still ask myself how we could have possiblylived in the same city for years and never run into each other. Letting her go all of those years ago was the biggest mistake of my life. One I paid for as I lived a life of solitude. I push back a stray curl and in this moment promise to be the best husband and best friend that she will ever have.
37
JAX
I’m setting up the second camera when Nate posts up against the doorway. Since getting back from Virginia a week ago, he’s been working out twice a day. Even roping Mason and Riley in for a few workouts. And after getting our schedules aligned, we’re finally sitting down to film my long awaited podcast update.
I’ve never been nervous to film an episode. That could be because I’ve never had an actual guest in my studio. Everything has been done virtually and I’ve been able to hide the knee bouncing I do. Or it could be that Nate is finally seeing me in my element. Either way, my hope is that once I start talking the nerves will fade away.
Taking a final look at the camera, lights, and chair setup I turn to my husband.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” I ask and walk over to him. I slip my hands under his sweatshirt and warm my hands, smiling at the shiver that wracks his body.
“Brat.” Nates says and kisses the tip of my nose. “But, yes I’m ready.”
“Okay. And then we can take a nap after.”
His eyes widen and he nods firmly. “I canceled my second workout too. My body is beat.”
“I bet.” I stretch onto my tip toes and give him a kiss. “Okay. Take a seat on the left. I’ve just gotta get the cameras going and turn the lights on, then we can get started.”
It takes me no time at all to get everything setup. I make sure the mic is set in the right spot for Nate and then take my seat, placing my blanket over my lap.
I look over and see him smiling at me with awe. “What?”
“I like seeing you like this. In your element.”
I smile shyly as I press the button to turn on our mics. “Ready?”
Nate nods and crosses an ankle over his leg; the picture of cool, calm, and collected.
