Then he hooks my right leg over his shoulder, fully opening me to him, and licks up my seam, pulling a gasp from my lips. I hold on to him and the counter tighter, trying desperately not to suffocate the poor man when all I want is to lay myself on this floor right here and let him take me.
I faintly hear the sound of the bathtub running and glance over, seeing that it’s nearing full. “The tub.”
I feel Jax grin at my comment, and he mumbles, “Guess I have a time limit.”
Then he gets to work. His hand that’s on the side of the propped leg holds my ass cheek, and his other hand works between my legs, a finger sliding into my center, making me moan at the slow, delicious torture. He works his tongue over my clit, making me tremble harder.
My leg shakes, and he adjusts it over his shoulder again, making me more comfortable. Then he slips another finger inside of me, working in and out, his tongue working magic against me.
I feel my orgasm coursing through me rapidly, the pounding sound of the tub nearly full somehow amplifying the moment. He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, and that’s when my back bends, unable to stay upright as my orgasm hits.
Jax never stops. He keeps his tongue firmly in place until I’ve calmed enough for him to stand, steadying me on my feet beforequickly turning off the tub and pulling the plug for some of the water to drain.
He grins over at me sheepishly. “Close one.”
I turn to him, ravaged and relaxed, and laugh at his expression. “Too close.”
“Nah.” He winks over at me. “It was a fun challenge.”
I laugh some more, and then he comes over to me, removing my bra and carrying me to the tub before stripping off his clothes and getting in with me, his legs bracketing my own as he rubs his hands over my now naked body.
Between the day and the orgasm, I feel like I could fall right to sleep here in this tub.
“So we should probably discuss names,” Jax says, running a rag over my arm. The smell of jasmine and honey envelops my senses, and I close my eyes, the entire day catching up to me.
“I was thinking Palmer was nice,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I fight to stay awake.
“Palmer is nice, but for a boy, it’s not very manly.”
I scoff, feeling his cheeks move against the side of my head, telling me he’s smiling at his own comment. “We don’t know if it’s a boy.”
“When can we find out?” he asks, making me open my eyes and turn to face him.
“You want to come with me to my next appointment?” I don’t explicitly know what he’s saying, but it kind of sounds like it.
“Definitely,” he says, looking surprised at my question. “I want to be there for all of them.”
I squint, trying to understand how I could have gotten so lucky to find Jax again at this point in my life. There was something that told me to come home when I found out that I was pregnant, when I found out that Zack was cheating. There was this internal push that made me need to come home.
I have to wonder if that’s the universe’s way of putting the two of us back together.
“Okay,” I answer quietly, trying to hide a grin.
“How about Ace?” he asks, rubbing my shoulder. “That’s a good boy name.”
“Ace?” I wrinkle my nose. “Ace Vogel?”
“Eh, or Cash,” he says, and I feel him smiling again. “If that works out that way.”
I sigh, wishing there weren’t so many issues when it came to that. The idea that he wants to marry me, that, so soon after we officially got together, we are talking about this should scare the shit out of me, but it is mostly the fact that things aren’t settled yet with Zack that I am concerned.
“Maybe so,” I say instead of bringing up the issue crossing my mind and enjoying the moment. Just this once.
“Or Rad. Rad Cash is a fucking sick name.”
I laugh, letting myself sink back into his embrace and talk about baby names and, for once, just allow myself to feel normal, happy, and loved.
When we’d been at my folks for Thanksgiving, my father had given me a box filled with random mail from over the last decade. I smile as I open the box, riffling through the mail and throwing away junk in the trash can under my desk.
