I nod and slip out of my shorts before taking my seat in his lap again, and when I do, he’s quick to slide his fingers just beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
Jax starts the boat with one hand and we take off just as he traces my clit with his fingers before going lower and sliding one inside my pussy and then adding a second shortly thereafter.
I can’t concentrate on driving, though thankfully we’re practically trolling with how slow we’re going and it’s just a matter of steering us in the direction we need to go to get to the dock.
From this angle, with the way he’s sitting behind me, his palm rubs deliciously over my clit, and when he hears my moans of approval, he applies more pressure.
“I’m so close!” I pant breathlessly.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he praises, and that causes me to clench tightly around his fingers as they work in and out of me.
“Fuck,” Jax rasps before biting the back of my shoulder, and I can’t hold in the gasp that slips out as he begins working his hand in and out of me faster, increasing the friction against my clit and causing the pressure within me to pull tighter.
“Yes, right there, just like that. Oh, god, don’t stop,” I plead desperately.
“I want you to beg me to let you come,” he says gruffly.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into him but I’m clearly here for it because I’m so wet I can hear it each time he pulls his fingers out of me just to thrust them back in deeper and deeper.
“Please, J. I’m so close. Please make me come,” I beg, and he rewards me by snaking his other hand beneath my tank top and rolling my nipple firmly between his fingers.
The combination of what his hands are doing and the fact that anybody could catch us right now has me coming harder than I ever have. My pussy convulses around his fingers, causing his palm to rub rougher against my clit and it feels like my orgasm will never end.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come undone for me,” Jax continues his praises before placing delicate kisses across the exposed skin on my back.
When he finally pulls his fingers out of me, I practically collapse onto the steering wheel as I fight to catch my breath.
His rough chuckle causes his chest to rumble against my back when he pulls me against him, wrapping his arm snuggly around my waist to keep me upright.
“Fuck, Tae. That was so hot,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“If this is what it’ll be like every time you bring me fishing, consider me hooked,” I say, and it’s so cheesy but I’m in apost-orgasmic state of mind so I can’t be held accountable for anything I say or do at this time.
I wiggle in his lap to get comfortable, and Jax holds firm on my hips to keep me in place. “Easy, T. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”
“Allow me to take care of that then,” I taunt as I slide my hand up his thigh.
Jax is quick to catch my hand in his. “How about we wait until we’re back in my truck. I want your mouth,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear before biting down on it.
I look back at him over my shoulder and wink. “Oh, a little road head on the way to lunch?”
“You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?” he asks, shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t be doing my part as your wife if I wasn’t a temptation, now would I?”
“You’ve been tempting me everyday since I first laid eyes on you, baby,” he rasps.
“Ditto,” I tell him as I shift onto his one thigh and wrap an arm around his neck so he can steer us back to the dock.
I love how easy our love is.
A little voice in the back of my head warns me that my appointment this afternoon could threaten that very ease between us, but I shove it to the far recesses of my mind as I run my fingers through Jax’s hair and bask in this moment.
I shouldn’t have lied to Jackson about where I was going. It’s a terrible habit I’ve developed since the man sitting before me first called last week.
Kyle Blackwood looks nothing like I thought he would. I guess I had figured he’d likely be in his mid-thirties at the very least, but he can’t be more than twenty-five tops.
He’s dressed in a navy tailored suit and his hair is slicked back so not a hair is out of place. Kyle is polished from head to toe and I’m not sure what to make of him or the feeling deep in my gut that I shouldn’t be here right now.
