Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

I can’t hide the happy tears falling down my face as I remember Jax and me discussing what a future house would look like. He listened to every single idea and had someone draw it up to match our vision.

I wrap my arms and legs around Jax, forcing him to stop playing the song.

His arms squeeze me into him. “I take it you like the plans then?”

“Like them? I love them!” I pull his lips to mine, leaving behind a searing kiss. My toes curl into my sneakers as he kisses me senseless, his hands leaving behind a path of warmth wherever they linger.

He points to a massive window across the room. “The tree house can go over there.” He forces us to face another window, facing the vast forest. “And the pool and firepit over there, next to the course.”

“Are we going to live here? For real?”

“Not only us.”

I tilt my head at him. “Oh really.”

“No treehouse is complete without kids.” He smirks.

I kiss him again. The way his eyes brighten at the idea of kids fills my heart to capacity. There’s not a doubt in my mind that this man will go above and beyond to make his kids feel every ounce of love he has in him. I should know, seeing as I’ve been on the receiving end of it for months.

Jax leans his forehead against mine. “I love you. I love you so much that I want to keep you all to myself. But the bigger part of my heart wants to spread your love to kids who need it. To our kids one day. It definitely doesn’t have to be now, but I want you to know my intentions. You deserve it all and I want to be the one to make it come true.”

A wave of adoration rushes through me. “I love you. Every single thing about you.”

“Great. Now for the second part of tonight.”

I lift a brow. “There’s more?”

“Of course. Now that the romancing is over, I’m here to show you the second reason for the piano.” Jax leaves a soft kiss by the corner of my lips.

“Hmm. Tell me more.”

“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you against one for months. Now’s my chance.”

I laugh into the night sky.

“Well, Jax Kingston, what have you been waiting for?”

“You. Always you.”

A warmth spreads through my body as Jax shows me exactly how much he loves me. Our story won’t be easy, but it’s real. Jax wasn’t the only one who needed rescuing. While he was fighting his future, I was battling my past. But together, we don’t need to fight alone.

We are stronger than a diagnosis or fear itself.

But most of all, we are stronger together than we are apart.

THE END