Page 11 of Finding Our Tomorrow
“Jax, we can’t do this here!” She giggles.
“We can and we are.” I lift her onto the edge of the sink, and waste no time pulling her wet bathing suit bottoms down her legs and pushing the tiny triangles covering her pert tits to the side, exposing her taut pink nipples. As I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth, Willow’s nails scrape along the scalp of my newly shaved head. I suck on her nipple then give the other one attention.
“Jax, you have to hurry up,” Willow whines breathlessly. She’s afraid of getting caught. While I don’t really give a shit, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
I push my swim trunks down enough my dick pops out, hard and ready to be inside Willow’s perfect pussy. She spreads her legs open for me, and I pull her to the edge of the counter. She grips my shaft and guides me into her. The feeling of her tightpussy wrapped around my dick is absolute fucking perfection. I could live inside this woman.
Once I’m completely seated in her, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Knowing we don’t have much time, my thumb goes straight to her pierced clit. As I fuck her slow and deep, I massage circles along her swollen nub, once in a while tugging on the metal jewel. She’s soaking wet, and I can feel her juices dripping down my balls.
“Oh my—” She begins to scream out her climax, and normally I love the way she lets go, but I know she’ll regret it once she’s come down from her orgasmic high. So, I fuse our mouths together, muffling her screams, as we both find our release.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WILLOW
I always thoughtJax was a boring old man. Sexy, but boring. But I was wrong. He’s anything but boring. And he’s an animal in bed. He loves to fuck me everywhere. All over the house, in his office at the shop, the bathroom in his brother and sister-in-law’s house, and right now, in the movie theater.
“Baby,” he whispers into my ear, “just pull that skirt up and sit on my dick.”
I stifle a laugh, not wanting to draw attention to us. The theater is almost empty since we’re seeing an older movie that’s on its way out. There’s only one younger couple in the middle and one more all the way in the front. Jax and I are sitting in the back corner. It’s dark, and nobody would probably notice…
“C’mon,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. He pushes the thin material of my panties to the side and inserts a couple of fingers inside me.
When I moan softly, he shakes his head and pulls his fingers out of me. I pout, wanting him back inside me. With those same fingers, he brings them up to my lips. “Shh… You have to be quiet.” He rubs the pads of his fingers along my lips, wetting them with my juices, and I squirm in my seat.
“Come here, Willow,” he whispers, and this time I do as he says. He lifts my skirt up slightly and pushes my panties to the side, and when I sit in his lap, his dick impales me.
He must know I’m going to moan or scream because he covers my mouth with his hand. It’s the hand that was just inside me and I can smell myself on his fingers. “You have to be quiet,” he warns, just before he moves his hand and pushes into me from the bottom. I hold onto the armrests as Jax slowly thrusts in and out of me. My eyes flit between the two couples who are oblivious to what’s happening behind them and the front door, afraid an employee will walk in.
Jax reaches around and finds my clit. Using my juices to help create friction, he rubs my clit until I’m coming all over his fingers and dick. A couple more thrusts and I can feel his warmth shooting inside of me.
He lifts me from his lap, and I feel the cum trickling down the inside of my thigh. Grabbing a napkin, I wipe it up the best I can, then excuse myself to the bathroom to clean up better.
When I get back, Jax is watching the movie with a big grin splayed across his face. I sit back down, and he feeds me a piece of buttery popcorn. “What’s happening in the movie?” I ask, trying to play catch up.
“I have no clue.” Jax shrugs. “I guess we’ll have to see it again.”
CHAPTER NINE
WILLOW
Pink balloons.Pink streamers. Pink cake. Pink cupcakes. Pink is everywhere. Which makes sense, since Celeste and Jase found out they’re having twin girls. I’ve just never seen so much freaking pink in one place before.
I watch Celeste laugh at something one of her friends is saying. She throws her head back, so carefree and happy. She looks adorable, dressed in her designer pink and black dress, with her baby bump popping out. Jase is standing next to her, with his arms around her—one of his hands rubbing the bump. I swallow a bitter tasting lump in my throat. I’m happy for them, but it’s still a hard reality to swallow that I’ll never be pregnant. I’ll never have my own baby to love. I’ve accepted my decision to never have kids, but it doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally feel sad or envious of others.
“I got you a cupcake,” Jax says, sitting next to me on the couch. I jump slightly, lost in my own world, and he gives me a curious look. “You okay?” he asks, his tone laced with worry. Not pity, though, which is one of the reasons I love being with Jax. It’s been four months since we’ve been together and not once has he ever looked at me with pity over my situation.
“Yeah,” I tell him, taking the pink cupcake from him and giving him a fake smile.
He can see right through me though, and he frowns. One thing I’ve learned about Jax is he doesn’t like to see me upset, ever. When I don’t give him anything more, choosing to focus on my cupcake instead, he doesn’t say a word.
We spend the next hour talking to everyone we know. Quinn and her husband, Rick, show up late, and when he tells her they need to get going, Jax and I decide to leave as well. We say our goodbyes to the happy couple and then walk outside with Quinn and Rick.
“How’s the photography business going?” I ask Quinn as we walk down the sidewalk to their vehicle. She started a photography company a few years back and has been working hard at building it up.
Quinn glances back at Rick then says, “I’ve actually decided to put that on hold.”
“What? Why?” Jax asks.
