Page 124 of Just Friends
I could’ve easily gone back to sleep, but memories from last night began to play back through my mind’s eye. I’d never known Jax to back down from a challenge—and I knew that losing our little bet would only inspire him to get me back, twice as bad. And get me back he did—with his load still warm on my chest, he’d slithered between my legs and gave me his mouth, determined to make me come.
Andoh,did he ever. That boylovedto eat pussy, and he was good at it. No—he was really,reallygood at it. Easily the best I’d ever had. And I realizedrealquick that it was a darn good thing I’d coaxed him into fucking me first—because there was no way I would’ve won that bet if I’d let him go down on me like he wanted to. Hell, with his thick cock stuffed inside me, slowly stretching me as he worked his way in and out, I wasalreadybiting down on my finger and struggling not to come before him …
But with the bet over and with his head between my thighs, Jax was focused solely on my pleasure. He licked and sucked and lashed me with his talented tongue. The orgasms came so fast and furious, he had me surfing one giant, toe-curling wave of pleasure.
Maybe we should’vestopped there if we wanted to be at all productive today, and not sleep the day away. The girls wanted to meet up for lunch and maybe cram in some last-minute spa treatments together, after all.
But once Jax and I had gotten started, there was no way either of us were going to quit. After he ate me out, Jax flipped me over and fucked me again, pounding out years of frustration. Between bouts of hot, athletic, hair-pulling sex, we made slow, sweet and tender love. Ilivedto hear his manly grunts and roars of pleasure when he came, always pulling out and shooting his big, hot load all over my body—like he was marking me with his seed. He made me into such a lovely mess with his sticky cream, and I loved every bit of it.
We screwed until the first hint of daylight cracked the horizon, and we finally collapsed in an exhausted heap, too tired to continue.
Now, with the bright sun on my face, I gave a happy little moan and stirred, reaching out for Jax, wanting him to snuggle me back to sleep. Sleeping was so easy with his big, snugly arms wrapped around me all night—but as I patted the spot next to me, I realized he wasn’t there anymore.
I sat up and blinked, eyes bleary. Sure enough, my best friend—my new boyfriend—was gone.
Where’d he go?
An ominous dread settled in my belly, and a feeling of loneliness washed over me. I never wanted last night to end, because I knew it would inevitably lead totoday,when things might feel … different. When our lust subsided and we both realized,whoa, wait, we’re a couple now.Which carried all the implications of being in a committed relationship.
Not that I regretted anything about last night—not at all. But now my heart was open. Now I was vulnerable. And now I had to deal with the reality of being in a serious relationship with a pro athlete—one of the most desired men who walked the Earth.
Last night, my unspoken fear was that Jax might wake up with second thoughts. With the carnal sex out of his system, did he now have doubts about being in a serious relationship with me? Would he be able to truly commit? Or would the appeal of no-strings-attached sex prove to be too great to resist?
Before I could spiral any further, the door lock clicked, and the door swung open. Jax walked in, wearing a tight muscle tee and a handsome smile that immediately put my heart at ease.
“There you are,” I said, my voice groggy.
“Morning,” he said. He was keeping one hand hidden behind his back. “When’d you wake up?”
“A minute ago. I thought you’d run out on me,” I teased.
“Sorry,” he said with a wink, “but you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
I smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good. Me neither.” He still kept one hand mysteriously behind his back, even as he neared and planted a juicy kiss on my cheek. “How’d you sleep?”
“Fine. Where were you?” I asked, trying to peek around his big chest. “And what’s that you’re hiding, anyway?”
“Ta-da.” He revealed what he’d kept hidden—a platepiledwith pancakes, eggs and sausage, hash browns, and fruit. “Breakfast. They were about to close, so I headed down to make us a plate.”
“Aw, Jax!” My eyes grew huge and I clapped happily. “That’s sweet. But you should’ve woken me. I would’ve gone down there with you.”
“Trust me, I tried,” he said with a smile in his eyes. “You wouldn’t move. I could’ve tried harder, I guess—but you looked so cute and peaceful, hell, I just couldn’t do it. Thought we could share a plate in bed.”
I sat up and took the plate from his hands. He stuffed a couple pillows behind me and handed me a pair of flatware.
“How’d you get to be so sweet, Jax?”
“I dunno.” He climbed into bed next to me. “I guess you bring it out of me.”
I sighed happily. Sawing off a sliver of pancake, I offered Jax the first bite. He took it, and then he fed me my own piece of pancake, too.
“Did you run into anyone at the breakfast bar?” I asked.
While we ate, he told me who he’d run into in the lobby. His teammates filled him in on what we’d missed at the rest of the party—mostly drunken antics and dancing. Claiming to notice bags under his eyes (there weren’t any), his teammates cracked jokes about knowing why we’d left the party early.
“The boys are all down at the pool now,” he said between bites.
