He releases my thumb, snakes his hand down between us, and palms my cock through my boxer briefs. “Promise?”
I devour him in a hungry kiss, sliding my hand under his shirt to trace the ridges and valleys of cut muscle. Our tongues intertwine, and he moans softly, rocking his hips.
I break the kiss to glance at Aurora and Reece, still dead to the world, and slip beneath the waistband of his boxers to fist his length. “Shower with me,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I don’t want the marker to wash off before we get tattoos.”
Shit. I forgot about today’s bachelor tattoo party while the girls are at the salon. Now I really need him, need the release. “I took pictures. Can’t they use those?” Jesus, I sound whiny, desperate.
His breath hitches as I stroke him, my thumb gliding through his precum.
“Please,” I beg, only for him.
Before he can respond, Reece’s husky voice interrupts us. “Yes, please go into the bathroom. Anywhere but here.”
The moment we’re naked and the water is heated, I push Jax against the shower wall, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss. His fingers grasp my waist, pulling me impossibly close. Our bodies align perfectly—hard cocks sliding against each other, creating friction with every movement.
I grip both our shafts in one hand, stroking us together. “This okay?” I bite the sensitive spot below his ear.Thisis still new to me. With Jax, I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Fuck yes.” His head falls back, his wet hair darkened, water droplets clinging to his long lashes.
I quicken my pace, transfixed by his pleasure—those wicked green eyes half-lidded, those perfect lips parted. I’m tempted to get on my knees for him, just to witness him shatter, but again, I’m the rookie here.
Though he seemed to enjoy my mouth last time. A blow job is a blow job, right?
No, definitely not. He and Aurora have proven otherwise.
His hands move up my body, over my shoulders, and tangle in my hair. He thrusts into my fist and whimpers, actually whimpers, and I nearly lose it then and there.
My chest aches with something beyond lust at the sight of him coming undone for me. He’s fucking mesmerizing—all sharp angles, six-pack abs flexing with each roll of his hips, water cascading down his defined muscles.
“Goddamnit, you’re beautiful.” I tighten my grip and rest my forehead on his. “Give it to me. Come for me, baby.”
His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide. My free hand reaches around to grab his ass, fingertips dangerously close to places we haven’t discussed, and that’s all it takes.
His entire body tenses, his fist clutches my hair. “Ethan—fuck—” He comes with a cry gritted between his teeth and spurts hot cum all over my fingers and cock.
My name on his lips sends me careening over the edge. My balls draw up tight as my orgasm tears through me and steals my breath. I follow him with a guttural groan, my release joining his.
We stand there panting, our foreheads pressed together, the water streaming over our shoulders. Feelings and emotions hit me hard, and all I can think is…fuck, I love him. Ireallylove him.
I want this every day. The more time I spend alone with him, the less I want to go back to coaching him, to pretending and hiding.
“We should stop,” I blurt out for absolutely no reason. I know damn well I’m not stopping this. I’d let him ruin my life, happily.
He knows it, too. He gives me that cocky smirk I’ve grown to love. “Whatever you want, Coach.”
I glide my hand up his stomach, rubbing our mixed release onto his skin, although it’s only washing down the drain. “What if I wasn’t your coach?” My heart pounds from more than blowing my load, and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
He stiffens. “Don’t say that.”
I pull back to meet his gaze. “I’m being serious, Jax. We can’t?—”
“I won’t play for anyone else.” He cuts me off, a stubborn glint in his eyes, the muscles in his jaw bunching.
I was going to save this for New York, but I’m having some sort of post-sex breakdown.
“You can and you will if you want to be together.”
