Page 72 of Coming In Hot
As soon asJax gives me the green light, I’m going to push inside his tight ass and pound the ever-loving shit out of him. And I won’t stop until he screams so loud that every occupant in this shitty-ass motel hears him.
I’m done running.
I’m done taking a backseat to my life while I watch it pass me by.
Whatever this is between us, I’m here for it. I want it. And I’m taking it.
And not just the sex and the promises. Jax and I have some long conversations ahead of us, tough ones, but I’m committed to being there for every one of them.
He’s going to fight me tooth and nail every step of the way. I expect no less from him. In fact, I look forward to it. But if he ever tries to run again, I’ll chase him. If he tries to hide, I will find him, and I will drag his ass back home, and sit on him, literally sit on his fucking ass, until he understands that I’m not going anywhere, and neither is he.
We’re in this fucked up chaotic thing called life together. I let him slip away from me once, and just when I thought we had a future together, I almost lost him again.
Never again will I make that mistake.
“I chased you up a mountain in a goddamn storm and saved you from killing yourself. How are you gonna thank me?”
“Let me guess,” he says with his signature snark. “You think me giving up my ass is a reward.”
“Don’t you? Just think what would have happened to your precious bike if you drove it over the side of the mountain. That at least deserves a blow job.”
“And I guess I should thank you for springing for these fancy digs as well?” His question is well-timed. The hot water is running out fast.
“It’s the very least you can do. I wouldn’t bring just anyone here. This place is special.” Reaching around him, I shut off the water and then squeeze him in my arms, tweaking his nipple until he flinches. “Just like you.”
Jax snorts, and though I can’t see his smile, I can hear it in his voice. “How many guys fall for that bullshit?”
Grabbing his hips, I spin him to face me, giving him a look that conveys how serious I am. “I’ve never told another person they were special. Ever, Jaxon. I’m blunt and honest to a fault when it comes to people I sleep with, even if it comes off as insensitive or crass. So when I tell you I think you’re wicked smart, hot as fuck, intriguing, and a pain in my fucking ass, you can bet I’m telling you the truth.”
Jax’s throat slides, and I can tell he’s carefully thinking it over.
His eyes flicker with something unreadable as he stares back at me, the intensity between us palpable. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, like he’s caught between disbelief and something else—something deeper, more vulnerable. After a beat, he exhales sharply, his gaze never leaving mine.
“I guess that’s the most honest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” His lips curl into a small, reluctant smile, and there’s a hint of appreciation in his eyes, mixed with an edge of uncertainty. He’s not sure whether to take me at face value or if I’m just messing with him, but I’m not backing down. “You’re not as easy to shake off as I thought,” he adds, tracing the hieroglyphics tattooed on my forearm.
It’s not the kind of compliment you’d frame on a wall, but coming from Jax, it feels like a trophy. He’s never been one for sweet words, the kind that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So, hearing this from him? It’s a fucking victory. I don’t even know if he realizes it, but that little piece of praise is more meaningful than anything else I’ve heard in a long time.
“Come on, let’s dry off and go inspect the bed for insects.”
“That has to be the most creative line I’ve ever heard to get me in bed with you.”
His damp skin, inked and scarred, calls to me. Not giving Jax the chance to overthink, I reach for him, pulling him closer. His warm body presses against mine, and I can feel the tension in his muscles coiled tight. I take his lips in a heated kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth, and Jax responds with a breathy sigh. He melts into me, his body going limp in my arms, like he’s surrendering to everything I’m offering.
His reaction to me satisfies my need to feel desired, to know that I’m not just some fleeting moment to him. The way he melts into me, body and soul, tells me everything I need to know—he’s here, fully, just as I am. His hands, pulling me closer, are a quiet confession, a wordless promise. Every shudder, every sigh against my lips confirms that we’re both losing ourselves in this, and I want nothing more than to drown in it with him.
This is how it should have been six years ago. This is what I used to fantasize about when I lay in my cot and beat off to the idea of him and me.
“Jax,” I pause, panting for breath, “I wanna fuck you so bad, but we didn’t come prepared.” Neither of us has a condom or lube.
His eyes flutter open, breaking through the fog of the kiss. He blinks, trying to shake off the haze, and his lips part slightly as he catches his breath. Jax’s gaze meets mine—intense, raw—and I can see everything in the way he looks at me.
“Fuck it. I always test negative. Is there a reason you need them?”
“No, I’m good without. But the lube?”
His expression falters, his disappointment palpable. “If you didn’t have that ridiculous horse cock, I maybe could take it, but…”
A chuckle curves my lips. “Thanks?” I’ve never cursed my size before, until right fucking now. “Let me show you how good it can be without penetration.”
