Page 81 of AJ’s Fire

My back was against the wall as soon as the door closed behind me. Jackson held me firm, his body flush with mine, lined up in a way that was so familiar and yet so exciting every time.

“Are you regretting our choice?” Jax asked.

“Not for a second,” I assured him. “You should have seen my brother earlier. I thought he was going to faint.”

He kissed me then before mumbling into my mouth, “I’m gonna make you faint.” He was on his knees and pulling me out in practically the same motion.

“Jax!”

“Husband,” he insisted.

“Husband,” I repeated. “We really shouldn’t …”

He swallowed me down until his nose was tickling my pubic hair. He pulled off quickly to respond, “It’s a rule, AJ. A literal rule of marriage. I’ve been waiting two days!”

He sucked and licked and moaned until I was moaning right along with him, thrusting my hips and fucking his face until I came with a roar, screaming his name, much to his consternation.

“Shhh.” He laughed.

Jackson fluttered kisses around my thighs and happy trail. As he’d predicted, I was a bit lightheaded, so I rested my head back for a second and could have stayed like that forever. Instead, after I caught my breath, I gently tipped his head up.

“Your turn.” I put my hands under Jackson’s arms, and he stood. I worked his pants open and pulled them down slightly before lifting him onto the counter. My mouth was on him a moment later, and I worked him over until he was pleading with me.

“AJ!”

I pulled off. “Husband?” I teased.

“Suck me off, husband!”

Jackson came with a grunt, lifting my head to kiss me quickly, savoring the taste of himself on my mouth, which I knew he loved.

We looked at each other in the mirror as we straightened up.

“We’re a bit disheveled,” I commented to the Jackson in the mirror.

“I mean, we have been dancing.” He shrugged.

As the evening came to a close, Jackson and I walked back to my dad and Nat’s house, his head resting on my shoulder, surrounded by members of my family.

We passed my dad and Vance, who was in charge of a sleeping Vera since Jamie and Devon had already left. We caught up to Nat.

“What’s up with you two?”

Jackson’s, “How does she do that?” was drowned out by my, “What are you talking about?”; or so I hoped.

Nat latched on to Jackson’s arm, taking him away from me. “You almost missed brunch yesterday even though you told me weeks ago that you both had the time off, so don’t try to tell me you were at work. And you just seem … different.”

“Nat …” We were in front of our house. I looked at Jax. He quirked a small smile my way and nodded to me.

“Fine!” My tone may have been exasperated after a very long and joyous day. “Everyone in the living room.” I was suddenly nervous.

Vance walked past, looking somewhat pale and anxious himself in the light of the foyer, a sleepy Vera now walking next to him, clinging to his arm. “Vee and I are going right to bed. We’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

For once, Vera was too tired to protest, and Vance was never one for big gatherings. He’d stuck it out with us the whole night, which was more than the family could have asked for. I watched him march up the stairs and tried not to worry about him.

Nat wrangled everyone else into the living room. “Where’s Josh?”

“Left hours ago,” Hunter muttered. “It’s like she can’t even keep track of her own kids.”