We stumble toward the bed without breaking apart. My shirt slips off my shoulders and lands somewhere on the floor. Jax lifts me easily, setting me on the edge of the mattress. The quiltsfeel soft and thick beneath me, still cool from the mountain air but warming quickly from the heat. He kneels between my legs, hands roaming up my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there with just enough pressure to make me gasp into his mouth.
"Fuck, baby,” he growls vibrates against my lips. "You taste so damn good. Been thinking about this since I met you. Thinking about how sweet you’d feel under me."
I whimper again, soft little sounds I can’t hold back as his mouth trails down my neck. He nips gently at the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my throat, then soothes it with his tongue. Heat pools low in my belly, slick and insistent between my thighs. My hands tangle in his dark hair, holding him closer as he works his way lower. He peels my shirt up and off, exposing my simple bra. His eyes darken further at the sight of me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, reverent and hungry all at once. He unhooks my bra with practiced ease and tosses it aside. Cool air kisses my skin for only a second before his warm mouth closes over one nipple. I arch into him with a sharp cry, the wet heat of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He lavishes attention on my breasts, sucking and licking until I’m writhing beneath him, fingers clutching his shoulders.
"Jax... please," I beg, voice shaky with need. Tiredness still lingers at the edges of my mind, but the desire he stirs in me pushes it all away.
He straightens and kisses me again, deep and claiming, while one big hand slides down my stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my leggings and panties, finding me already soaked. The rough pads of his fingers glide through my wetness, circling my clit with perfect pressure. I moan loudly into his mouth, hips bucking up to chase the sensation.
"That's it," he praises, voice strained and rumbling against my ear. "So wet for me already. Let me take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good."
He sinks one thick finger inside me slowly, then another, stretching me in the most delicious way. His thumb keeps working my clit in steady circles while his fingers curl, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The wet sounds of his hand moving between my legs fill the cabin, mixing with the crackle of the fire and my breathless whimpers. I can smell the musk of my arousal in the warm air, and it only turns me on more knowing how much he wants this too.
He kisses me through it all. Deep, filthy kisses that match the rhythm of his fingers. His free hand pins my hip down gently but firmly, holding me in place as pleasure builds higher and higher. My thighs tremble around his wrist. Every stroke of his fingers sends waves of heat crashing through me.
"Come for me, Ava," he commands softly, nipping at my bottom lip. "Let me feel you fall apart on my hand."
The words tip me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me hard and bright, muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as pleasure floods every nerve. I cry out his name, body shaking with the intensity of it. He keeps moving gently, drawing out every last pulse until I’m boneless and panting against him.
He pulls his hand free and brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting me with a low groan that makes my spent body twitch with renewed interest. "Sweet as honey. Just like I knew you’d be."
I reach for him, wanting to return the favor, but he catches my hands and kisses my knuckles tenderly. His eyes are dark withneed, but his touch stays gentle as he helps me out of the rest of my clothes and tucks me under the heavy quilts. The fabric feels heavenly against my sensitive skin, warm from the fire now.
"Go to sleep, Ava," he says, voice firm yet soft with that deep territorial care that makes my heart melt. He strips down to his boxers and slides in beside me, pulling me tight against his chest. His arms wrap around me like a shield, one hand stroking slowly up and down my back. "You need the rest. Nothing’s getting to you tonight. Not while I’m here."
I nestle closer, cheek pressed to his warm chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. Exhaustion crashes over me fully now, but it feels safe and welcome wrapped in his strength. My eyelids grow heavy as his fingers continue their soothing path along my skin.
"Thank you, Jax," I whisper, already drifting. "For everything. For making me feel... alive."
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, arms tightening around me. "Sleep, Ava. I’m right here."
The wind howls softly outside, snow tapping against the windows, but inside the cabin nothing exists except the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the deep sense of safety only he can give me. My last thought before sleep claims me is how perfectly I fit against him. Like I was always meant to be right here in his arms.
12
Jax
The cabin is wrapped in deep Idaho silence, broken only by the low moan of wind through the pines. I lie on my back with Ava tucked warm and soft against my side, her head resting on my chest and one of her legs thrown over mine. My arm is locked around her, holding her close like I can shield her from the whole damn world.
She feels perfect here. Too perfect. Like every inch of her was made to fit right against me.
Sleep hasn’t come easy for me. My cock stays half hard beneath the thin sheet, aching from the memory of her coming apart on my fingers. Those soft little whimpers. The way her thighs trembled. The slick heat of her tight pussy clenching around me. I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking badly. Never felt this heavy pull in my chest that goes way beyond protection duty. I want her. Even if the system wants to take her away tomorrow.
Hours slip by. The fire pops occasionally, sending sparks dancing up the chimney. I stare at the ceiling beams, counting the knots in the wood to keep my mind off the way her bareleg brushes mine under the blanket. Then she stirs. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she rolls toward me in her sleep. Her thigh slides over my hip, warm and smooth, pressing right against my now fully hard cock. Her full breasts mold against my chest, nipple pebbling from the contact. The heat of her pussy settles hot and bare just inches from where I need her most.
Control snaps like a brittle branch under too much snow.
I turn into her, one large hand sliding down her back to cup the perfect curve of her ass. I pull her tighter against me, grinding my aching length against her soft heat through the thin barrier of my boxers. She makes a sleepy little sound, something between a sigh and a moan, and her eyes flutter open. Those big trusting eyes meet mine in the dim firelight, wide and beautiful and already darkening with the same need I feel roaring through my veins.
"Jax?" she whispers, voice husky from sleep. Her leg tightens over my hip, pulling me closer without thinking.
I don’t answer with words. I kiss her instead. Hard. Hungry. My mouth claims hers like I’ve been starving for years. She tastes like sleep and sweetness and pure temptation. Her lips part on a gasp and I sweep my tongue inside, tasting every inch of her. She melts into me instantly, her small hands fisting in my shirt as she kisses me back with an eagerness that drives me wild. The kiss turns deep and wet, tongues tangling, breaths mingling hot and fast in the warm cabin air.
I roll us so she lies beneath me, my body covering hers without crushing her. The quilts bunch around us, trapping our heat. Her skin feels like silk under my callused palms as I run my hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of herbreasts. She arches into my touch with a soft whimper that goes straight to my cock.
"Fuck," I growl against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue. "You’ve got no idea what you do to me. Rolling over like that, wrapping this sweet thigh over me. My control’s fucking gone. I need you."
