Page 134 of Just Friends
“Bye, Nate.”
He tipped his hat. “See ya ’round, I guess.”
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Hours later.
After everyone had filled their bellies and the dishes were done, Mom, Dad, Paulina, Jax and I all relaxed in the “living room” of Mom and Dad’s small yurt. The conversation had come to a sleepy lull; Mom worked her knitting project in her lap, Dad nodded in and out of sleep in his recliner, and Paulina texted with her friends.
“Well, we should probably get going,” I said. “It’s late.”
Jax and I gave hugs and said our goodbyes and left. Outside, a chorus of crickets chirped on moonless night. We couldn’t see Tucker and Chase in the dark, but we heard the dogs dutifully trot along with us, their collars jingling as they escorted us back to our yurt.
“Follow me,” I said, reaching for Jax’s hand.
It was a short walk back to the yurt Paulina and I had shared as young girls. With me and Jax visiting, Paulina opted to sleep on the love seat in Mom and Dad’s yurt, so Jax and I could have some privacy.
“Here we are,” I said, guiding Jax up the stairs and inside.
We went in and flicked on the lamp. Jax yawned and pulled his shirt over his head. After a struggle with his jeans, he collapsed into bed, the old mattress creaking beneath his weight.
“Ah, man,” he sighed. “Long day. I’m wiped.”
“I hope you’re nottootuckered out,” I said, unbuttoning my own blouse.
“For what?” he asked, a knowing glimmer in his eye.
“Oh, nothing,” I teased coyly. I tossed the blouse aside and wiggled out of my jeans next.
He watched my silly little strip tease with interest. “I like your panties,” he said, his cheeks dimpling.
I’d worn the matching white lace panties for a reason—he always got excited when I wore them.
“I know you do.” I climbed into bed, straddled Jax, and planted a trail of kisses up his manly chest. “Thanks for all your hard work today. You really did a lot. And you sure impressed Dad, too.”
He chuckled. “Hell, I was just trying to keep up with him. He really busts his ass.”
“You know who else was impressed with you?” I asked.
He set his big hands at my hips. “Who?”
“Nate.”
He groaned. “Oh, God. What’d he say?”
“Nothing, exactly,” I demurred. “But I could just see it in his eyes.”
“What’d he want, anyway?”
“Oh …” I trailed off, wondering if I should tell him—but I didn’t have anything to hide and Jax didn’t have anything to worry about. “He wanted to win me back.”
“Too bad for Nate,” Jax said. And in one quick move, he exploded out from beneath me, his big body on top of mine and pressing me into the mattress. “Because you’remine,” he growled possessively.
He claimed my lips, his deep kisses forceful but passionate, pausing only long enough to yank my bra over my head. He stole my nipples into his mouth. A blissful, stinging suction flowed through me as he sucked.
“I’m yours,” I nodded, moaning and writhing in submission.
His big, rough hands tugged at my panties, working them off my hips and past my knees. “Want me to fuck you?” he asked as he spread my legs and mounted me.
