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“Y-you, too.” I stand there slack-jawed for a moment. Completely perplexed by how…easythat all felt. If I’m being honest, the entirety of the last seventy-two hours has been a complete contrast to our relationship over the last year and a half, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t giving me a tiny bit of whiplash.

Yet… as strange as it all feels, it also feels… so right.

And because the entirety of our relationship has been nothing but questioning every move, every touch, every encounter, I decide to simply bask in the simplicity of the moment. So, I plate my waffle, enjoy my breakfast, and go about my day.

And later that day, after I fill Emerson in and listen to him complain endlessly that I got married and didn’t tell him—which I do admittedly feel a little bad about—I pack up my belongings and bring them over to Theo’s house.

Ourhouse.

After I spend hours setting up my new office and unpacking my clothes into Theo’s magically half-empty closet, the two of us make chicken parmesan for dinner, followed by cuddling up on the couch to a movie. Which admittedly resulted in averyheavy makeout session twenty minutes in, which may or may not have resulted in sex on the living room floor, before we went to bed.

And for the next three weeks that’s exactly how our days went. Blissfully and unapologeticallysimple.

CHAPTER43

THE PLANE BATHROOM?!

THEODORE

“Fuccckk,” I hiss while holding onto Jax’s hair as he bobs up and down my cock in the airplane bathroom. He wanted to join the mile-high club, and, well… who am I to say no?

He hums around my cock, and I can feel the vibrations down to my toes. Jax knows what he’s doing. And judging by the way he’s looking up at me with those damn blue eyes and smirking around my cock, he fucking knows it.

“You like sucking your husband’s cock, don’t you?” He nods around my length. “Of course you do, my pretty little cock whore.”

“Mmm,” Jax hums again.

He picks up his speed and starts to hollow his cheeks. For a second—and a second only—I tip my head back onto the mirror behind me, basking in the pleasure that is Jax’s mouth.

After a moment, I slowly drop my head to look back down at him, and growl, “Swallow me like the whore you know you are.” Jax lets out a hum and whimper mixed up in one, finally pulling me over the edge. I drive my cock as deep into him as it will go and spill my release down his throat.

Jax stands to his full height, which is quite the task in a plane bathroom, and smashes his lips to mine. The taste of me in his mouth while he ruts his pulsing cock against me is enough to make me want to drop right to my knees, but we’re already pushing it, so I hastily pull away so as not to be tempted further.

Grabbing him through his sweatpants, I whisper, “This cock is mine when we get to your house.”

He chuckles before asking, “What? You want me to fuck you in my parents house?”

“Wait? I thought we were staying in the loft above one of the barns? Jackson, please do not tell me we’re spending our second wedding weekend down the hallway from your parents. I might literally die of embarrassment.”

He playfully slaps me on the chest and snorts a laugh. “We are, I just wanted to see you spaz for a second.”

“Okay”—I point a finger at him—“that was mean.”

He winks before pulling the small bathroom door open and sliding out in front of me, and, after I check that no one is looking, I follow right behind him.

Emerson’s sitting next to the window in our row, and I can practically feel his glare burning a hole in the side of my head. “What the hell did the two of you just do?”

Jax and I look at one another and answer in unison, “Nothing.”

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We’ve just picked up our bags and are heading out of the Billings airport when I see Emerson sprinting toward a random man and grabbing him in a hug. As we get closer to them, I realize this isn’t a random man; this is their dad, Dawson Baker. Once we reach him, Jax wastes no time wrapping him up in a hug too, mumbling into his shoulder about how much he’s missed him, and then, Dawson’s eyes are on me.

Setting my bags down, I hold out my hand. “Mr. Baker. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

He lets go of his sons and eyes my hand for a moment before gripping it and yanking me into his body much like he just did his own children. “Theo, you’ll learn fast that we’re a hugging family around here, and that includes you now.” He holds me out in front of him by my shoulders. “And it’s Dawson, please.” He shoots me a wink, and in that moment, with that same playful smile, and those damn dimples, I realize how much he looks like Jackson. A spitting image really.

He claps me on the shoulder before bending over to pick up one of the bags. “Let’s go, guys. Your parents are already at the ranch and waiting to see you,” Dawson says as he points to me. His finger swings between all three of us as he tells us, “And if I don’t get you home soon I think your mother might actually die of excitement.”

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