Chapter8
Jax
“Come on, Luce, we’re going to be late,” I shout up the stairs to her.
“Late for what though?” she shouts back. “It would help me to get ready if I knew what to wear.”
“I told you jeans and a tank top is fine,” I remind her.
“I’m almost ready then,” she calls back and I sit on the sofa and wait, hoping that she enjoys the surprise I have planned.
A few minutes later, Lucia walks down the stairs. She’s dressed in cowboy boots, tight fitting blue jeans that show off her incredible curves and a white tank top. And she looks so damn good I seriously consider cancelling our plans and staying home with her instead. But that will only lead to an all night fucking session, and we’ve been doing plenty of that already.
I figure she deserves a night out.
“Will I do?” she asks, giving me a twirl as she reaches the bottom stair.
I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms and burying my face in her neck. “You’ll more than fucking do. You look damn edible in those jeans.”
“Thank you, cowboy,” she giggles. “Do you like ma boots?” she tries a southern accent.
“Sure do. Pretty sure they’re gonna look good wrapped around my neck later too.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Jackson Decker,” she says with a grin.
“Sure do, baby. Now let’s go.”
Lucia talks nonstop on our drive to the city. She asks constant questions as she tries to figure out where we’re going.
“You’re going to know in about ten minutes, baby,” I assure her.
“Fine,” she leans back against her seat and I slide my hand onto her thigh and squeeze.
“You remember the first time I ever kissed you was in a truck?”
She turns to me and smiles. “Sure do, but we did way more than kiss, Jax.”
“Hmm. I knew the very first moment I tasted your pussy I was never gonna eat another for the rest of my life.”
That makes her laugh out loud and the sound goes straight to my dick. Or maybe it’s the memory of our first time, back in LA in my Hennessey Goliath. I ate her pussy before I fucked her on the back seat and I’ve been addicted to her ever since.
“You did not,” she protests. “You told me it was just one night, remember?”
“Yeah, but when you told me no man had ever made you come before, I knew that I had to save you from a life of mediocre sex.”
“You’re my hero,” she flutters her eyelashes at me, clutching her hands together and pretending to swoon.
“You’d better believe it, baby.” I wink at her and she blushes.
We sit in silence for a few seconds before I speak again. “It’s true though, Luce.”
“What is?”
“That I knew. From the very first moment I kissed you, I knew there would never be anyone else.”
“Jax,” she whispers as tears prick at her eyes.
I brush over her cheek with my fingertips. “I just wanted you to know that.”