She laughed. “Hey, boo? Don’t tell Jax, okay? I want to make it a surprise.”
“Sure. When are you coming?”
"It's all up in the air, but I'll let you know, okay?"
“Okay. Love you. Bye.”
For the first time in our friendship, I was intentionally lying to my best friend, or at least omitting some pretty important information, and I felt like an asshole for it. But at the same time, I also couldn’t bring myself to feel bad about what was happening between Jax and me.
When Jax turned up at the bar later that evening, I didn’t have the guts to tell him about the call from his sister. Ignorance was bliss and all that.
Instead, I lost myself in his body, verified my desk really was as sturdy as it looked, and shared a platter of the city’s best wings, thanks to my chef.
We’d talk about it at some point, but for now, I was too scared that mentioning Jodie and her possible impending visit would put an end to the one thing I’d wanted for as long as I could remember: Jax.
Besides, Jodie had a track record of canceling plans at the last minute because she’d met a new client with an exciting project. Maybe she wouldn’t even come at all, so there was no point in worrying about it.
Jax
“Fuck, yes, Tan. Right there,” I cried as Tanner hit my prostate over and over.
God, his cock felt wonderful inside me, and I couldn’t get enough of it. We both loved switching it up, and since Vegas, we’d tried all kinds of positions, always ending in a sweaty, sated mess.
“Do you want it harder, Jax? Can you take it?” he growled in my ear.
I gripped the soft cushions of his couch and pushed my ass up to meet his thrusts.
“Yes. Fuck, I’m so close.”
I saw stars as Tanner thrust in and out of me like his life depended on it. Every time we were together, there was this desperation to be closer, to claw more out of each other. It was almost feral.
Sweat ran down my arms as I tried to keep up with his pace. Every time he hit my prostate, he pried a moan out of me that came from a place so deep inside my soul I didn’t even recognize it as my own.
“Shit.” My arm cramped and I had to let go of the cushion. I fell forward, crying as Tanner’s dick was suddenly absent from my body.
He fell on top of me and kissed my shoulder before his weight was gone. “Turn around.”
I did as he commanded because, for Tan, I would do anything. He placed one of my legs over his shoulder and sought my hole again.
“You look amazing like this, Jax. It’s like I’m the only one who can do this to you and you love it.”
He was. I wanted to say it loud enough for the whole world to hear. I belonged to Tanner Beckett, and I would do anything for him, including being at his mercy. But my words got stuck in my throat and all I could get out were grunts of pleasure.
My dick was rock hard and leaking like a fucking faucet.
I reached out to stroke it, but he slapped my hand away.
“Not until I say you can.”
“Fuck, Tan. I need to come so bad. I’m so close.”
The corners of his lips raised into a smile. The kind I noticed he only had for me.
The muscles on his chest rippled as he moved in and out of me. I’d liked Tanner when he was the skinny kid who hung around my house, but this Tanner? This guy was all man. He didn’t have a lot of chest hair, but the small peppering around his nipples and the happy trail leading to his cock were drool-worthy.
In fact, I hadn’t just drooled over them. I’d licked them repeatedly.
Tan wrapped his hand around my cock.
