Adulting officially sucked donkey balls.
My body was in the car as I drove out of the city, but my mind, heart, and soul were still in my apartment, where I wanted to be, wrapped in Jax’s warm body.
Lazy kisses, cocks hardening between us, hands exploring each and every inch of our bodies.
“Fuck.” I cursed myself for making the appointment to meet the brewery owner I’d been waiting to do business with for a while, but there was no way I could have moved a meeting that had taken me months to secure.
My phone rang loudly in the car. I glanced at the console and saw Jax’s name pop up.
“Aww, miss me already?” I asked.
His laugh got me right in the belly. “You have no idea.”
“It’s my body, isn’t it? You had a taste, and now you can’t live without me.”
“Hmm, it’s more of a medical issue. Did you know that prolonged sexual inactivity can lead to sperm buildup, which in turn may cause discomfort or pain?”
“That doesn’t sound good, Doctor Mitchell. What do you recommend?”
“I would be breaking my oath if I didn’t recommend regular sexual activity as a preventive measure to avoid sperm buildup.”
I burst out laughing. “That’s it, I’m turning the car around. I can be back there in twenty.”
His laughter came through the car’s speakers and wrapped around me like a ray of sunshine.
“Don’t. I’m back at my place getting my shit ready for work tomorrow.”
“Did you call just to tease me?”
“How am I teasing you?”
“First of all, your voice, and second, all the memories of what we did last night. If I don’t get the brewery deal because I’m sporting a boner throughout the meeting, I’m blaming you.”
He chuckled. “Let me help you with that.”
“You saying that doesn’t help at all, Jax.”
“I spoke to the chapel.”
Boner sufficiently killed. I hadn’t had time to process anything that had happened this weekend, least of all the fact we’d slept together like it was the most natural thing in the world. I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear what he had to say.
“Okay,” I managed.
“It’s um…a little complicated…”
“How so?”
“The officiant is responsible for submitting the marriage certificate to the clerk’s office, which they have up to ten working days to do. The problem is thatourofficiant quit yesterday.”
“What does that mean?”
I heard a sigh from the other side of the call as I exited the interstate.
“It sounds like this has uncovered some illegal practices by the officiant. They can’t locate our paperwork, which means they can’t tell at this stage if we’re even married.”
“Fuck. So there’s nothing we can do?”
“No. All we can do is wait.”
