“Fucking right I am,” he growled, and slammed into me as his thumb played with my tenderness between my legs.
I started to tremble as my orgasm built. “Now, Sadie,” he said, and just like that I exploded as his arms wrapped around me to hold me up, and he emptied his release inside me.
We both shuddered and cried each other’s name. Then we were on the sofa and I was curled up at Jax’s side as he pulled a cashmere blanket over us. I laid my head on his chest and traced the infinity with my name on his side.
“Thank you. You always know when I need it like that, and you make it f**king amazing,” he said as he kissed the top of my head.
“You’re welcome, but I enjoyed that mind-blowing orgasm at the end, so it wasn’t all for you,” I teased him.
He chuckled and pulled me closer. “I’m gonna want you again in a few minutes. I’ll be sweet this time,” he said.
I wasn’t sure I needed sweet right now. “Maybe we could do sweet tomorrow. I kind of like the idea of you f**king me against the wall next.”
“God, I love you,” he said as his thumb slipped under my chin and he tilted my head back so that I was looking at him. “You tell me you want to be f**ked, and I’m hard instantly. You ready to deal with the reaction you created?”
Laughing, I moved on top of him. “I think I can handle it.”
He reached for his jeans on the floor and reached into the pocket. “First, this needs to go back where it belongs. Where it will always belong. For f**king ever,” he said as he slipped my engagement ring back on my finger. Then he kissed it. “Don’t ever leave me again, baby. Even if I act like a shit. Slap me or get naked. Either will get my attention.”
I grinned, bent down over him, and kissed his nose. “Why didn’t I think of that the first time?”
He chuckled and reached back to squeeze my bottom in his hands. “There won’t ever be a next time. I know how it feels to walk into our room and have you not be there. I never want to f**king feel that again.”
I kissed his forehead, then trailed kisses down the side of his face to meet his lips. “Good,” I said before I sank into a kiss that would get me pushed up against a wall, full of Jax Stone, within minutes.
Marcus and Willow from Because of Low
Willow
Eli was standing on a stool beside me, helping me roll up cookie dough, then pat it flat. His preschool class was having a party tomorrow, and he was assigned to bring the cookies. This was all he had talked about all week. To a three-year-old little boy, cookies were of upmost importance.
“Can we save one for Daddy?” he asked as he rolled the dough more than it actually needed, then pounded it down with his little palm.
“I think he’d love that. Why don’t you give him that one?” I suggested.
Eli beamed up at me. “Okay! I will,” he replied. “But he won’t want to eat it alone. Maybe I should make one for me, too.”
Leave it to my little boy to reason out how he could get a cookie tonight. Grinning, I pretended to think about it. “Okay, I guess that makes sense.”
Marcus was over at Trisha and Rock’s, helping Rock build a basketball court in their backyard. They had said the project would only take a few days. It had taken two weeks so far. Trisha said if they’d stop playing ball themselves, they could finish the court.
I heard the front door open. Eli stopped what he was doing and jumped from his chair, then took off running toward the door for his father. Every day Eli looked more like Marcus. I touched my stomach and wondered if the baby girl in there was going to look like me or have more of her father’s beautiful features. I certainly wouldn’t mind if she did look like him.
“Larissa!” Eli cheered, and I stopped rolling cookie dough and went to wash my hands. If Larissa was here, then something was up. My sister hadn’t called me to tell me my niece was coming over.
“Take Larissa to your room, buddy. Y’all play for a bit while I talk to Mommy,” Marcus told him. That was another major flag. He never sent Eli to play when he hadn’t seen him all day. He normally kept Eli attached to him until we tucked him into bed.
I headed for the hallway just as Marcus appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. His face was etched with concern.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, not even needing to ask if something was wrong. I could tell from his face.
“Tawny’s gone. Her clothes and things are gone. She’s left,” Marcus said, looking at me with pain in his eyes. He didn’t want to have to tell me this. The fact that my sister was the awful woman who had ended his parents’ marriage and was now married to Marcus’s father while they raised their daughter—that was something we had accepted and dealt with.
“What do you mean?” I asked, having a hard time believing my sister had just left her daughter. She was a lot of things, but surely she wasn’t this selfish. She loved Larissa. At least, I thought she did. I knew she at least loved Jefferson Hardy, Larissa and Marcus’s father.
“Dad got a call from Larissa’s school. It was three thirty, and no one had come to get her. Tawny wasn’t answering their calls. Dad said he went and got Larissa and then headed home to see if Tawny had fallen asleep or something. Her car was gone, and so were her things. She’s left them. She’s also had her phone turned off and sold her car for cash. It was found already at a sleazy dealership in Mississippi. Dad’s making phone calls and trying to track her down. He didn’t want Larissa to hear this. She’s asked about her momma twice now.”
I grabbed a chair at the table and sank into it. “Oh God.”