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“Oh, don’t worry, baby. Neither am I. Come here.” He helps me stand, pulling me up so I’m standing on the same step he’s sitting on, one leg on either side of his body. “Kneel.” He pats the step above him, and I kneel, my center directly above his face. “You better brace, baby.” He dives in, sliding his finger through my folds and my whole body shudders, nerves still heightened from sucking him off. He runs the flat of his tongue over my clit and pulses against it.
“Oh my god,” I moan, rotating my hips, trying to gain friction.
“Fuck yes, Ace,” he growls. Fuck my face.”
I do exactly what Jaxson says, riding his face without inhibition. My hips swiveling and grinding as he tongue fucks me, hands squeezing my ass and holding me to his face.
“Jaxson, I’m close,” I cry as he laps at me. My words push him harder as he finds my clit and flicks it relentlessly, over and over until my orgasm shudders through me. I ride the shockwaves of it as he slows to a stop and lets me come back down from my high. He tugs me down a step and stands with me in his arms, carrying me the rest of the way up the stairs and into the room we’ve been sharing. He tosses me onto the bed, my body bouncing gently as I land. He kicks his shoes off and shucks his pants the rest of the way off, prowling towards me and climbing above me on the bed.
“Need to be inside you, baby. Bare.” He looks me in the eye, waiting for permission. I hook my feet around his ass, sliding the tip of his length inside me, granting him permission and showing that I trust him completely. His face softens and he slides the rest of the way inside me, filling me to the hilt. “Okay?” He asks and I nod, winding my arms around his neck. He starts to slowly slide in and out of me. Sex between me and Jaxson has always been fast, hard, and dirty, but this time feels so much…morethan all the times before.
“God you feel so good,” he rasps as he leans back, watching himself move in and out of me. I moan in agreement as his hand finds my clit, hips snapping forward as the bed creaks against the wall. The combination of all of it has me toppling over the edge, crying out his name as I come and he’s right behind me, sinking deep as he stills and fills me with his release. He slides out of me, rolling me towards him and tucking me against him, where we’re silent for a few minutes.
“I need to clean up,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek and starting to slide away. He stops me, pulling me to meet his eyes.
“I love you,” he says, and my heart skips a beat. Jaxson’s eyes volley back and forth between mine, waiting for me to either fight or flee but I give him a small smile, all up in my feelings.
“I love you too,” I respond and press a kiss to his lips before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom to clean up. I’m shutting the door behind me when I hear Jaxson mumble, “thank fuck,” and I can’t help the grin that covers my face.
Jaxson
“God damnit,” I curse and hit the top of my desk with my fist.
Zander: Sighting in Georgia was a dead end.
Weller is still in the wind.
Jaxson: Now what?
Zander: Keep looking. Stay alert. Talk soon.
Still no fucking lock on Weller. Lock & Load has chased over a dozen leads in the last two weeks, but they keep coming up empty handed. He’s either really good at hiding or he’s dead, and neither are good because we need him to get the others. We still don’t know who the boss is in that organization, but they need to be brought down.
A tap at the door has my attention diverted and I find Genevieve standing in the frame. I glance at my phone. It’s two in the afternoon, she should be in class. Avery left fifteen minutes ago to take Blake to his dentist appointment, so she must have been waiting for her to leave before coming in.
“Vie, why aren’t you in class?”
“I said I had cramps and signed out early,” she says, shrugging her shoulders and coming in to sit down. She glances over her shoulder. “Will Avery be gone for a while?”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “Cut the shit. You knew Blake had an appointment at two, that’s why you waited until now to come in.” She sighs and fidgets with a loose thread on the armrest of the chair she’s sitting in.
“Mama left the motel last night around eight,” she starts, and I already knew that, knowing the minute she pulled her rusty sedan out of the parking lot. A text from Wood confirmed that and the fact that she never came back last night or this morning. I haven’t said anything to Avery about that shit yet. “She wasn’t back when I woke up for school this morning. And I checked before coming here and it doesn’t look like she’s been back at all.” I knew that, too. Had planned on swinging by the motel after Genevieve got out of school and all but dragging her back to my house because there was no way in hell she was staying at the motel alone.
I pulled up the GPS trackers on my laptop this morning, showing what I already knew - Dana Marks tracker is still in the motel room. She obviously found it and left it there.
“I’ve got some of Zander’s guys on it already, Vie. I knew the minute she pulled out of the parking lot.”
“It’s just… well, she left the other night, too. She was gone for just a few hours, but when she came home, she had a black eye and a busted lip.” I curse. I bet Weller asked her to meet him somewhere. I fire a text to Zander, telling him to pull Dana’s call log. I glance at Vie and her eyes are full of unshed tears. “Do you think he did something to her?”
“I don’t know, honey. Honest. She could still be gone for any number of reasons, but I’ll have Zander look for her.” She inhales a shaky breath and nods her head. “Why don’t I lock up early and we’ll go back to the motel and get your bag.” She nods her head and I pack up my briefcase and lock up behind us as we leave.
Avery
“Blake Austin, slow down before you trip and fall!” I call out as he scrambles across the driveway and up the porch, into the house before I can even hit the porch steps. Jax’s truck is parked out front, which is odd, because he’s usually at work for another hour. The dentist appointment for Blake went quicker than I expected, which is fine by me, because I have a million things to do around the house.
I close the door behind me, kicking my flats off and thanking the baby Jesus that I didn’t wear heels today. The house is quiet, save for running water coming from the kitchen and the pound of Blake’s feet on the hardwood floor upstairs. Jax is quite the sight at the kitchen sink. He’s ditched his button up and is standing in slacks with a tucked in ribbed tank top, his back muscles bunching and flexing ith each swipe of the sponge on the plate in front of him. I slide up behind him and wrap my arms around his front, my face pressed against his shoulder blades.
“You smell good,” I mumble, my face mushed against his back and my hands roaming over his chest. His chuckle vibrates through me.
