I’m not even sure how many days we have left, but it doesn’t seem like too many. And I’m not ready to think about all the madness I’ll have to face when I get back from such a long absence.
“Can we worry about what’s happening now instead of worrying what will happen then?” I ask hopefully.
She doesn’t speak for a second, and we remain fixed in our positions.
“I just want to know how attached to get,” she says softly.
Yeah, that definitely makes me feel like an ass.
Leaning back, I study her eyes, and see that insecurity there that I usually don’t deal with. She’s nothing like I’ve ever wanted before, and yet she still seems a little too good to be true.
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “I’ll be slammed and crazy busy when we get back. I’m sure you’ll be even busier. And… I don’t know. I wasn’t looking for a relationship when I stumbled onto you, but I like being with you. Can we not worry about labels and what’s going to happen? Let’s just see where it goes.”
Chapter 33
BO
Let’s just see where it goes.
I can do that. He’s right. I’m certainly overanalyzing things. And he’s definitely right about the fact I’ll be swamped when I return home. There’s no use in drowning myself in all the possibilities right now.
When he starts kissing my neck again, I abandon the thoughts of the future, pushing them into a far corner in the back of my mind where all those other forgotten thoughts stay covered in dust.
In no time, we’re a tangle of passion, desperate kisses, and grinding bodies. When Jax groans a tortured sound into my mouth, my hand moves between us, slipping inside his board shorts and finding exactly what I want as my fingers curl around him.
His kiss gets hungrier, and he makes another strangled noise as I grip him and stroke him, holding him to me and wishing I had more room to move easily. But he has me in a death-grip now, almost bruising me as his fingers dig in and pull me closer.
I love it.
“Please tell me you’re a boy scout,” I murmur against his lips, but the words are muffled because he’s still busy devouring me.
He grins briefly against my lips, then I feel him dropping his hold on me as his hands disappear from my ass. I’m too busy kissing him to even realize he managed to get the condom on without pushing me away, until he slides my bikini to the side.
In one smooth motion, he’s thrusting up, and I’m forced to break the kiss when I almost bite down on his lip. He doesn’t fuck me with reckless abandon this time though.
The water slows his movements, restricting his pace. Our eyes stay locked, leaving me feeling exposed and open. I’m almost worried he can actually see inside my mind, because everything I’ve been holding back seems to crash to the surface, making what we’re doing so much more intense.
One of his hands holds my ass, but his other comes up to my cheek and slides into my hair, holding me just tight enough to control
my movements. It’s so intense, but I force my eyes to stay open as he continues to rock in and out of me.
When my orgasm strikes, I feel it vibrate throughout me with more power than I’m expecting, but I hold his eyes even as I whisper his name. Something silent passes between us, and his lips come down on mine as he continues to own me, chasing his own release.
I’m unable to stop myself from falling for him, and he doesn’t even want to think about a future.
***
“And his ass was hanging out of his pants the whole time,” Dad says through guffaws of laughter, wiping tears from his eyes as everyone around the table laughs. “Best ass story to date.”
I barely laugh, because I’ve heard this story far more times than I care to count.
“No, no,” Jax says, still laughing as he puts his beer down. “I have a better ‘ass’ story than that.”
We’re outside on the deck, all of us sitting around the outdoor table, enjoying the ambience of the waves crashing in the background. Well, not all of us are here. Cody and Dustin went into town, thankfully. They’ve yet again been ditched by Jax who has elected to hang with me and his family. And my dad.
“When I was seven, we went to this little amusement park—”
Mrs. Marshall’s loud gasp and wide eyes has Jax bursting into laughter, and his father snorts as Viv chuckles lightly.