Page 191 of First in Line

Jax grabs my left ankle to set it over his shoulder, then the right one on the other side. Between my thighs, I can already tell I’m slick with want for him. And he notices, given the way he smirks as he looks down.

“You missed me that much, princess?” I nod, not trusting my voice. He shakes his head slowly, teasingly. “Tsk, such a silly woman for walking away from me again.”

He leans in to grab my jaw, forcing my legs to lift and spread. “You know I’d leave behind every single aspect of my life for you, right? The money, the fame, the lifestyle… even racing. I’ll give it all up if it’s what it takes to be with you, princess.”

“You won’t have to. I’m here to stay this time, Hot Wheels. And there’s nothing the universe could throw at us that’d make me leave you. Nothing.”

“Good fucking girl.”

He lets go of my jaw to lower his face between my legs, apparently famished for a taste. Getting to watch this god of a man on his knees for me will never get old. Especially with the way he looks at me over my heaving chest, like I’m the deity worthy of worship. This is why we work so well together. We’re both ridiculously obsessed with one another.

Destiny put this man on my path on a random summer evening fifteen years ago, and no matter how lost and confused I got, it constantly brought him back to me. Or it led me right back to him.

For years, I fought it. Not him, but the challenges we didn’t see coming that are part of his lifestyle. Yet, I find myself here again. Back in his arms. Back in his heart. Back home.

It won’t always be easy. There will be races, championships, new cities, and new challenges. We’ll go through victories that will make us feel invincible and setbacks that will bring us to our knees.

But maybe loving Jax was never supposed to be easy, even if it can feel so effortless at times. It will forever be worth it, though. And it’s not like there is any other choice for either of us.

No matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise, there has never been a version of my future that didn’t belong to him. And there has never been a version of his that didn’t belong to me.

I’m never going off track again.

I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

EPILOGUE

Jackson

I’m in fucking heaven.

Evie’s intoxicating taste is all over my tongue, her moans fill my ears, and her wet pussy is clamping down on my fingers, her orgasm imminent.

“Oh God, Jax!” she moans, her nails scratching my scalp, trying to keep me right there and bring me closer at the same time.

I suck on her engorged clit, flicking my tongue over it at a fast pace. My fingertips rub right where it feels the best with every fast pump of my fingers inside her. She shudders into me, struggling to swallow back a small cry.

This is a game we like to play. I try to make her scream, and she tries not to get us caught. She’s not very good at it, but we haven’t gotten into trouble yet. Not in the four years since we’ve officially reunited. Which genuinely might be a miracle.

“Jax, I’m coming,” she whimpers, her hips jolting from the sensations coursing through her.

“Come for me, princess. Come all over my tongue.”

Only a few more licks and thrusts before she tilts with a cry that she tries to contain with her hand over her mouth. I look up as I keep up with the pace, reveling in what I can see of her flushed face and the expression of pure bliss on it.

This is my reward for winning a race now. Not the trophies, not the stats, not the prestige. My woman letting me drag her to whatever room that locks for a celebratory quickie. Which reminds me, we are pressed for time. I have to finish this up. Ionly have five minutes until I need to head over to the media pen for the press conference.

Forcing myself to let go of Evie’s delicious taste, I suck her orgasm off my fingers and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I stand between her parted legs. She helps me lower my track pants with trembling hands, and as soon as my cock is freed, she wraps her delicate fingers around it.

“Evie,” I groan as she massages it up and down a few times. “We don’t have time for this.”

When she aligns me with her drenched slit, I push in. I grunt her name through my teeth at the pleasure of sinking into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Then go on, Hot Wheels. Take me like you mean it.”

I don’t have to be told twice. Adjusting myself on my feet, I bring her knees higher on my sides and grab onto her hips to start driving into her. Because we don’t have much time, I’m not particularly tender with her. We both need to come fast, and this is what it takes. A quick, merciless rhythm that’ll have her shattering around me before Justine can start wondering where I’ve disappeared to again.

The table rattles below her, in rhythm with the smacking of our flesh. She gasps and moans at the pleasure, and I can hardly contain some whimpers myself. This always feels so fucking amazing.