Innocence

“I’m glad, since you’re about to have me for the rest of our lives tomorrow. I’ll be Mrs. Jaxson McCole.” I giggled.

He kissed me hard and whispered against my lips. “Music to my ears.”

The stress in Jaxson’s voice was still apparent. I touched his taut stomach. “We’ll get through this. She won’t get Ty.”

“I know. I never wanted him to be affected by my poor decisions. Now he’s afraid of losing you.” He sighed. “I want him to feel safe and secure.”

Lips teased my nipple followed by his breath blowing as he moved between my legs. “Jaxson . . .”

The doorknob turned and I froze, Jaxson’s tip touching my clit. “Dad? Mom?”

I became stiff, but Jaxson didn’t move.

“Coming, buddy. Give me just a second.” Jaxson gave me a devilish grin showcasing his dimples while he nipped my ear and pushed in farther. “We’ll have to pick this up later.” Pulling out, I felt the loss. I was worked up, beyond worked up. Quickly, Jaxson put on lounge pants and a T-shirt. He tossed me my pajamas. I needed a release.

After I was dressed, Ty opened the door and came running in as he threw his arms around my neck. “You stayed. You didn’t leave.”

I stroked his back as Jaxson’s face contorted in pain. “I’m not leaving. I promise, Ty. I don’t break my promises.”

His body relaxed. Jaxson sat beside us. “Ty, I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.”

Ty went to Jaxson. “You promise I don’t have to ever go with that lady?”

“I promise.” The words were a solemn vow spoken from Jaxson’s lips.

The brows on his forehead scrunched for a minute. Then relaxed. “Okay. Can I have some breakfast before Grama comes and picks me up?” The conversation was a large swing, but children were resilient. I knew we weren’t through all the insecurities, but the worst of the storm seemed to be behind us.

“Sure thing. How does cereal sound?”

Ty cheered for getting the sugary goodness he was only allowed on occasion. As the two of them disappeared to the kitchen, I brushed my teeth and freshened up a bit more. As I walked, the fabric of my pajamas brushed against me, reminding me of my earlier need.

I took a deep steadying breath as Jaxson appeared at the door. “You’re looking flushed.”

“Umm . . .”

Casually, Jaxson leaned against the door. “Do you want me to help?”

Facing Jaxson, I smirked at him as I leaned against the counter, my hand slipping down my pants. “I think I’ve got it. No assistance required.” My head fell back as I moaned. My own fingers worked me up.

A strong hand stopped my movement. “This will have to be fast, sweetheart.”

“Yes. Where’s Ty?”

“Watching cartoons.”

I smirked at Jaxson through my reflection. Ty never got to watch cartoons while he ate, which assured us some privacy.

Jaxson spun me around to face the mirror and ripped the T-shirt over my head. My nipples beaded and my core tightened. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart while I fuck you. Lean forward. Hands on the mirror.”

I followed his instructions precisely as he pulled my pants off and spread my legs. His hardened length pressed against me. A moan escaped.

“You have to stay quiet.” He pushed in while his hands moved up my sides, finding their way to the underside of my breasts.

I closed my eyes to absorb the sensation as Jaxson withdrew and then pushed in. “Keep your eyes open.”

At his command, they sprung open. Jaxson’s muscles on his chest were strained. The hard pinching sensation of my nipples made me gasp. The pressure increased as Jaxson quickened his pace. Within me, Jaxson hit that spot that built me up faster than anything. I was close. So close. He rolled my nipples, creating a zing to my core.

Jaxson shoved into me hard, sending the pleasure-filled orgasm spiraling through my body. He stilled as he released himself in me. As my arms gave out, Jaxson grabbed me. Between words, he kissed my shoulder. “Perfect. Every. Single. Time.”