Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
The way we fit together was so incredible. I remembered being hot and bothered the night we made out in the dugout, but being alone in his apartment with him took it to a whole new level. I kicked off my black Chucks and wrapped my legs around him, whimpering into his mouth as he ground against my aching core.
He groaned as I bucked my hips up to rub against him as our kiss grew more frantic. Tearing his mouth away, he turned his head, looked at the table, and let out a curse.
“No part of me wants to stop right now,” he rasped, “but we’ve been at this for hours and it’s almost two in the morning. If I don’t get you home soon your dad will probably show up here with a gun.”
I wanted to argue because my body felt like it was on fire and I wanted to stay with him no matter what, but he was right. Not about my dad and a gun, of course. My dad loved Jax and our parents were all going to be beside themselves with glee that we were together. The real issue was that my dad was a known worry-wort and since it was my first night home, I couldn’t just bail out. Not without telling him that was my plan beforehand.
“You’re right,” I sighed. As I spoke, Jax sat and then helped me up. A thousand butterflies took flight in my stomach as he rose from the couch and retrieved my Chucks before he bent down and put them back on me.
I felt like I was walking on a cloud as we left his apartment hand in hand. When we got to my house, I wasn’t ready to let him go.
“I know I have to be home tonight but I don’t want this to end. Will you spend the night with me?”
Jackson’s brows rose. “You sure?”
I nodded. “I’ll text Dad to let him know I’m home and that you’re spending the night. I’ll have to leave my bedroom door open so he knows there’s no funny business going on, but at least we can be together.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Jax laughed. “If I get to be with you, the answer is always yes.”
Even though we slept fully clothed with my door open, I’d never felt safer or more content than I did with his arms wrapped around me.
* * *
The sound of familiar voices interrupted my slumber. I stretched and rubbed my cheek against Jackson’s t-shirt covered chest as I came fully awake. Realizing who was in the house, I let out a chuckle. “Jax. Wake up.”
He grumbled something unintelligible and hugged me. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was still out. I giggled softly as I slid my hand beneath his shirt and tickled his side. Leaning my head back, I watched as he slowly opened his eyes and focused on me. The smile of contentment on his face when he saw me was everything.
“Your parents are here,” I murmured.
He let out a soft laugh and rolled his eyes. “I figured they’d turn up. What time is it?”
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. “A few minutes after ten.”
“We got lucky,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. “I was afraid they’d be here at sunup.”
I smiled as he hugged me tight. “What’s the plan?” he asked.
“I smell food and I’m hungry, so I’ll wait to take a shower until after breakfast. For now I just need to brush my teeth and we can go.”
“While you’re brushing your teeth I’ve got to sit here and think about toxic waste and what self tanner the president uses.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why those particular things?”
Instead of answering verbally he cupped my bottom with one hand and rocked against me.
“Ohhh, I see,” I murmured.
“If you don’t get up now I’m going to need to add other things to that list,” he growled.
I nodded and sat up reluctantly. Already I was looking forward to being able to wake up with him each morning, alone. If no one else were around, I knew we’d find a much, much different way to take care of his situation.
By the time I got back from brushing my teeth and changing my clothes in the bathroom, he had himself in control. He dropped a quick kiss on my lips before he hurried to the bathroom. He stuck his head out into the hall as I left my bedroom. “Is it cool if I use your toothbrush?”
“I think we’re way past the whole exchanging saliva conversation,” I joked.
Leaving him to it, I continued down the hall to the kitchen. Turning the corner, I smiled when I found my dad sitting at the kitchen table with Jackson’s dad. Across the kitchen, Jackson’s mom was at the stove making eggs. Conversation stopped as I opened the cabinet above the coffee maker and pulled out a mug. I feigned being oblivious as I set it down on the Corian counter and made myself a cup of the delicious brew.