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My car door opens and Jax extends his hand up to help me out of the truck. He beeps the locks as we walk across the parking lot, towards the comedy club. Whitley and Lex should be in there with their fellas, already at a table. Once I got home from the grocery last night and told Jax about my encounter with mama, he made a call to Zander and got another guy posted at the motel. I’d hate to know how much Jaxson is paying Lock & Load to keep tabs on her.
Once he had hung up with Zander, he sent a group text to Dean and Ford, letting them know that we needed a night out and left it up to them and the girls to plan where we were going. I had no clue until about five minutes ago, when we hit the Frisco city limits. He ushers me in ahead of him into the club, settling his hand on my hip as he falls back in step behind me.
“Over here,” he says, steering me towards the table that they reserved where everyone else is already seated. He pulls my chair out for me so I can sit down and orders us drinks from a waitress passing by.
“Avery, you look incredible!” Lex chirps, taking in my outfit.
When I asked Jaxson what I should wear he just grunted and said to make sure it was sexy. When I came down the stairs dressed in this form fitting black shift dress and red high heels, I had barely cleared the landing before he had my back pressed against the front door, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder, and my panties pulled to the side. He let me know how he felt about my outfit, his tongue doing most of the talking. By the time he was done, we were already ten minutes late. My cheeks heat just as Jaxson’s warm hand finds my bare thigh, sliding up until his pinky is brushing my damp panties. I clear my throat.
“Th-thanks,” I stutter as he glides his pinky down the seam of my pussy. The waitress delivers our drinks and Jaxson winks at me when I slap his leg under the table but pulls his hand away and rests it on my knee.
“Thanks for arrangin’ all this,” he says to the table, motioning at the club. I’ve never been to a comedy club before and I’m excited for a night out, although I’m missing the kids a lot. I dropped an excited Blake off to mama yesterday and immediately pulled into a vacant parking lot and cried my eyes out. I know he will have a good time and I feel more at ease knowing Zander’s guys are still there.
“‘Course,” Dean says, glancing at me and giving me a smile. “How are you, Ave?” I shrug my shoulders in response.
“I’ll be fine. Just wish Zander’s guys could find Hank and his goons.” Jaxson sat me down last night and told me that Lock & Load had enough incriminating evidence to go to the police, but when the cops served the warrant on Weller’s place, he was nowhere to be found.
It’s like he just vanished into thin air. Jax said they have enough to get him on trafficking and child pornography charges but are willing to make a deal with him if he’ll give them the name of his boss.
“Still no leads?” Dean asks, directing his question at Jax and I turn to talk to the girls while they discuss Weller.
“Where’s Lainey?” I ask with a furrowed brow, knowing she should be here enjoying a night out with us. She needs it just as badly as I do.
“She didn’t want to feel like a seventh wheel,” Lex says, and I frown. “I know, I know. I told her we would love to have her, and I would ditch Ford and bring her instead.”
“Thanks babe,” Ford pipes in.
“You’re welcome, honey.” She says, patting his hand before looking at us and bugging her eyes out. We all crack up.
“She said she’d come out with us next time we go bar hopping,” Whitley offers, and I roll my eyes.
“Do you really think he’s going to continue to let you bar hop while you’re pregnant?” Lex asks and Whitley scoffs.
“Of course he will, or he won’t get laid ever again.”
“Uhm, is everyone ready to order?” Whitley’s face turns bright red at the sound of the waitress’s voice, and we all crack up. Once we settle down long enough, the waitress takes our order and brings us another round of drinks. We laugh and drink and when our food comes and the lights turn down for the comedy show to begin, I find myself feeling like a crushing weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Maybe this night out is just what I needed.
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My back hits the door as soon as Jaxson shuts it, my hands impulsively sliding into his hair as he brings his lips to mine. He pins me to the door with his hips, sliding his lips from mine to my neck, peppering kisses as he blazes a trail to my collarbone.
“Fuck, this dress, Ace. Drove me wild all night,” he slides the left strap down my arm, exposing my shoulder and he grazes his teeth against it. My fingers make quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding it over his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Jaxson spins me so I’m facing the door, sweeping my hair over my shoulder, fingers grazing my skin as he works the zipper of my dress down. I slide my arms out and allow the dress to fall to the floor, leaving me standing in only my red heels and black thong.
“Goddamn, baby,” he says, dragging his hands over my hips and palming my ass cheeks. “Turn around,” he commands, stepping back. I spin so I’m facing him, his cock visibly straining against the material of his pants, the bulge on full display. I reach for him, but he stops me. “Touch yourself.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he walks backwards until his feet hit the stairs, dropping to sit on one and lounging back, arms spread out on the stair behind him. He arches an eyebrow as I stand there. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my panties, I slide them off, kicking them towards Jax. He catches them, pressing them to his nose before stuffing them in his pocket.
One of my hands finds my pussy as the other snakes a path to my nipple. Sliding my fingers through my folds where I’m already soaked, I work my clit as Jaxson watches, my hips rolling with each movement of my hand. My head drops back against the door on a moan.
“Stop,” he commands and my hands still. I watch as he pulls his cock out of his pants, giving it one long, slow stroke. He crooks his finger at me, and I walk on shaky legs towards him. “Get on your knees.”
I follow his command, dropping to my knees on the bottom step, eye level with his cock since he’s sitting a few steps up. Knowing exactly what he needs, I lean forward, taking his length in my mouth and sucking until my throat bottoms out.
“Fuck, Avery.” He says on my second trip down, snapping his hips forward and filling my mouth. I gag a little, but my throat adjusts, and he slides impossibly deeper in. Sliding both of his hands into my hair, he grips tight on each side, working my head up and down his shaft. Lifting my head, he pulls himself free from my mouth and I frown.
“Hey,” I pout. “I wasn’t done.” He grins lazily at me.
