Page 824 of Not Over You

“You’re right. It was a shitty thing to do. But, Kai, you were so full of promise. So high on life. You had your career. You were financially stable. You had dreams and goals. I didn’t want to disrupt that. I didn’t want you burdened with the task of helping to raise someone else’s kid.”

“It wasn’t your choice to make, Jaxon.”

“I know.”

There’s a moment of silence before he speaks. “So, what happens now?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. But…I do love you, Jaxon. I always have, and I always will.”

He stands and crosses the room. He sits beside me and takes my hand in his. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He kisses my hand, then leans in and kisses me. I instantly melt when his lips touch mine. In one swift move, he slides the T-shirt I’m wearing over my head and tosses it across the couch. He wraps his arms around me and slowly guides me to the floor. My back lands on top of my plush black rug. He kisses my neck as his hands glide down my body. He reaches my panties and rips them off with one hard pull. I yelp with surprise. He stands and sheds his clothes, then joins me on the floor. He places his hand between my thighs. “Open your legs.”

His voice sounds strained. Like it’s taking everything in him not to eat me alive. I spread my legs. His finger finds my clit, and he gently circles it. My head falls back to the floor. His lips wrap around my breast, and his tongue swirls my nipple. I squirm beneath him, unable to hold off any longer. The faster he circles my clit, the further apart my legs move. His mouth finds my ear. “Let go, baby.” I moan and grip the rug. “That’s right, Kai. Think about how good it’s going to feel when I sink into you. Think about that wet, hot pussy wrapped around me.”

I scream loudly as I come, shivering with pleasure. His hand reaches for mine. He moves on top of me and guides it between my legs and around him. “You feel that?”

I’m consumed with heat as I wrap my hand around him. “Yes.”

“That’s what you do to me.” He groans as I jerk him twice. “Put it in, baby.” I guide him in, and when he’s fully inside me, buried to the hilt, he freezes. “Fuck, you feel good.”

He gently places his lips against mine and opens them, inviting me in. My tongue meets his, and they dance together. His strokes are deep and slow but precise. He’s making love to me. Our bodies are as close as possible. Our mouths stay connected. The room fills with sounds of our moans. He pulls his lips from mine. “I love you.”

I’m about to say it back, but my orgasm takes over and I’m left speechless. He picks up the pace and comes right after me. Our bodies stay tangled together as he strokes my hair away from my face. He searches my eyes, and I search his in return. We’re both wondering how the other is feeling. “I love you, too.”

My response is delayed. But I need him to know it. He’s about to kiss me again when my doorbell rings. He frowns. “Are you expecting someone?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He climbs off me, and I quickly get up and grab his shirt. I throw his boxer briefs on, since my panties are destroyed, and toss his shirt over my head. I rush to the door and swing it open. It’s Caleb. “Hey,” I say with surprise.

His eyes do a quick sweep of me. “I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced. I was passing by and thought I’d stop by to get my shirt.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, come in. I’ll go get it.”

Jaxon has his pants on by the time Caleb and I enter the living room. They sit low at his waist, and his hair is messy from me running my fingers through it. “What the hell are you doing here, Caleb?”

I answer for him. “Caleb was just dropping by to pick up his shirt. The one I spilled wine on when he was here for the party.”

Jaxon turns to me. “What party?”

I shake my head. “Long story. Could you go get it for me, please? It’s hanging up in the laundry room.”

I know he doesn’t want to leave me alone with Caleb, but he does what I ask and walks away. Caleb watches him until he disappears. “Has he told you about Summer?”

“Yeah, he told me everything.”

He nods. “And Lori?”

“Who’s Lori?”

“Our sister.”

“Oh, yes, he told me.”

“My parents never got over her death. They blamed Jaxon. I think we all did. We haven’t spoken to him since.”

“Which would explain why I never knew he had a brother.”

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