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“No shit? Riss and a cop, huh?”
“I mean, I guess so,” she swings her head my way and our eyes lock, my heart skipping a beat. She looks happier today than I’ve seen her look in weeks since this entire shit show started. I drop my hand to her knee and give it a squeeze, her eyes dropping to stare at the connection. She inhales a shaky breath, flicking her eyes up to mine.
“Blake’s asleep already. Vie got her homework all finished and I gave her money for the game tomorrow.” I squeeze her knee once more and stand, brushing my sweaty hands on my jeans and hitching a thumb over my shoulder. “I should get home.”
“Y-yeah,” she stutters, “of course. Thank you.”
She stands from her seat on the porch and I throw a wave over my shoulder, beeping the locks on my truck and making my way across the yard. I’ve got my hand on the door handle when she stops me with a hand on my elbow, spinning me around.
“Wha-” She slams her lips on mine and I stumble back a step, my back colliding with the truck. I’m frozen, but only until she slips her tongue past my lips and whimpers. The self-control I was barely hanging onto slips right through my fingers as I slide my hands around her backside, cupping her ass and lifting her. Her legs automatically go around my waist as she devours my mouth.
Slanting my head, I suck her tongue into my mouth and her hips flex, sliding against the bulge in my pants and she whimpers again. I reluctantly slow the kiss between us, pulling back and glancing between her eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” her voice shakes with the admission. “Sorry I overreacted. Sorry I broke us up.” I shake my head and turn us, propping her back up against the truck with her legs still wrapped around me. I cup her face in my hands.
“None of that matters, Ace. All that matters is that you want this. That you want us.” She chokes out a sob, shaking her head.
“More than anything.”
“Thankfuck.” Still attached, I walk us to the back door of my pickup, opening it and depositing her on the bench seat. “Scoot.” I order, climbing in behind her and shutting the door. Avery climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I drag my hands up her sides, fingertips brushing the edge of her bra and she shudders.
Slipping my hands around her back, I let them glide up and press her chest into my face, pressing a kiss to each swell of her breast. Her breath hitches.
“What if I touched you right now? Would you be wet?” I ask, grazing my teeth against her skin and she rotates her hips.
“Y-yes.” She stumbles over her words and arches into me.
“Mmm,” I murmur, dragging her bra up and over her head, releasing her tits. The rosy buds are pebbled, and I take one peak in my mouth, scraping my teeth against it and her head drops back.
“Jax,” she whimpers as I drag my lips from her breasts to her neck, kissing a trail up to her ear.
“Ace,” I whisper in her ear as I suck her lobe into my mouth.
“Fuck me,” she begs, and I snap, rising abruptly and carefully dropping her on her back on the bench seat. Thankful I wore sweatpants, I free my cock and take it in my hand as she watches, propped up on one elbow.
"Take your pants off,” I command as I stroke myself and she scrambles to slide down her leggings, revealing her bare pussy. A groan rattles in my chest as I climb on top of her and she hooks one leg around my back, bringing the other so it’s flat on the seat. I glide my cock through her seam, and she presses on my ass with her heel, trying to coax me inside of her. I chuckle and press a kiss to her cheek before slowly sinking inside of her.
I piston my hips forward, filling her with my cock and stilling when I’m deep inside of her.
“Missed you so fuckin’ much,” I admit, and she drags her teeth across her lip, one side of her mouth curling up into a grin. “Wanna go slow, baby, but I don’t think I can.” I drag one hand up the side of her face and slide my fingers into her hair. I flex my hips again and roughly grip a fistful of her hair at the scalp and tug just a little. She hisses out a breath and I swear she gets wetter. My girl likes it rough. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”
Dragging my hand down to her bent knee, I slide it down and around the back of her calf, throwing her leg over my shoulder and sinking my cock inside of her again, the angle blessing us with a deeper connection. She moans as I power in and out of her, the truck rocking with the force.
“Oh my god, Jax,” she cries out, arms above her head and gripping the door, her tits bouncing up and down as I fuck her. I can feel my orgasm tingling at the base of my spine and I know she’s close. I leave her leg on my shoulder and lean down, bracing an arm against her throat and pressing. Her eyes roll back in her head and I can feel her pussy clenching me. My other hand finds her clit and I pinch it with my forefingers, rolling it between them and her body stills, her orgasm tearing through her as she screams my name. I slide in and out of her one more time, stilling inside of her and letting my release wash over me.
The cab of the truck is quiet, filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing. I pull back so I can see her face. She looks happy and content and I can feel my chest loosen a little, no longer wound up tight with the heartache of missing her. I gently slide out of her and she sits up, grabbing her bra. I tug my sweats up and over my ass as she dresses and we both quietly slide out of the truck.
I reach out and hook my arm around her waist, pulling her flush with me. She lets her arms wrap around me and rests her head on my chest, a content sigh slipping past her beautiful lips. She gives me a squeeze before stepping back.
“I should get inside,” she says, rocking back on her heels. “Do you… do you want to stay?” A slow grin spreads across my face and I extend my hand out to her and she takes it, lacing her fingers with mine and dragging me along behind her. I beep the locks on my Raptor and we both slip inside quietly.
Avery
Turning the engine over in my car, the rusty old station wagon sputters a few times and then finally turns over and, blessedly, starts. The clock on the dash says it’s two forty-five and that gives me fifteen minutes to get across town and pick Blake up from school. I had an appointment this morning that I’m still trying to wrap my head around and I needed to pick up Vie’s cheer uniform from the screen-printing shop. My last stop was to finally grab the pictures I had printed off from the holidays.
The last week with Jaxson has been incredible. We’re closer than ever and the kids love having him back. He agreed to coach Blake’s soccer team and I’m not sure who was more excited, him or Blake. It’s adorable.
I steer my car towards the school, running up one of the side streets to avoid all the stop signs on Main Street. I slow to a stop at the stop sign in front of the library when the feel of cold metal presses to my temple and I hear the click of a gun cocking. I meet Hank Weller’s eyes in my rearview mirror, and he grins a hateful smile.
