I snorted, then turned the water off. Jaxon grabbed my towel and passed it to me. Wrapping it around my waist, I strode forward and leaned in to softly kiss him. “Smart ass,” I murmured against his lips. Then, I turned and headed for my locker so I could get dressed.
“Tease,” he grumbled from behind me, making me snicker.
“So, you just visiting or back for good?” one of our teammates questioned. I didn’t know who, too focused on getting dressed to see who was questioning Jaxon. I was ready to get out of here and get him home. Didn’t matter that he wanted this and had agreed to being the water boy of his own accord. The bright lights of the locker room compared with everyone hitting him with questions from every direction was soon going to be too much for him.
“I took the water boy position,” Jaxon said, dropping onto the bench right in front of my locker. I leaned around him to get what I needed.
“Damn, was hoping we’d get you back on the field,” someone else commented.
“Nah,” Jaxon said, and I was a little surprised that he didn’t sound sad about it—another bit of proof that therapy really was helping him. “That ship sailed long ago, unfortunately. That tackle took me out permanently. But this works fine for me.”
I looked over at him, my shoulders slumping a little in relief to see the honesty bleeding into his eyes. He meant it. This was fine for him. He truly was making improvements.
I scraped my nails along his scalp for a moment, and when he looked up at me, I smiled. “We’re happy to have you back,” I told him, meaning it.
He grinned, and my fucking heart melted.
Chapter 21
Blaze
“What are we doing for din—oomph,” Jaxon grunted when I pushed him against the closed apartment door. My lips met his in a hot kiss, and he moaned quietly in the back of his throat, his lips opening beneath mine so I could deepen it. When his tongue danced with mine, I groaned and gripped his hips, yanking his body closer to mine so we aligned perfectly. His dick was already hard, and I shuddered when it pressed against mine.
“If you’re only teasing me again, I’m going to punch you,” Jaxon rasped when I parted our lips.
“Not teasing,” I assured him, then grabbed his hand in mine. Spinning, I headed for my bedroom, tugging him behind me. As soon as we were in the dark room, I spun around and sealed our lips together again. It’d been fucking weeks since I’d been with anyone, but I knew nothing had ever felt like being with Jaxon did.
Being with him was all-consuming. When I was touching him, the rest of the world fell away. When we were kissing, a hunger burned inside of me so blazingly hot, I could barely fucking breathe when it was over. He drove me crazy, and I knew without a shred of doubt that Jaxon was it for me. My feelings for him made no fucking sense, but I didn’t need them to. I just needed to know I felt them, that he returned them, and everything was alright in the world.
I parted our lips long enough to peel Jaxon’s shirt over his head, and then my lips and hands were on his upper body. He sucked in a sharp breath when I nipped at a sensitive spot on his neck, and unable to help myself, I began to mark him, wanting the entire fucking world to know who he belonged to.
Me.
I needed anyone who looked at him to know he was taken by yours truly and that he was off the market for the rest of our fucking lives.
“Christ,” Jaxon hissed. He gripped my hoodie and yanked it up. I helped him tug it over my head, then yanked my own shirt off right after. When our upper bodies met, Jaxon whimpered, and fuck, it did something to me to know how desperate he was to have the skin-to-skin contact. When our lips met again, it was slower, no longer as frenzied. Feeling his body against mine made me want to savor him.
“Bed,” Jaxon whispered, his lips brushing mine as he said the single word.
I backed him up toward the mattress, and when the back of his legs hit the side, he sat down, then laid back, looking up at me through his black-rimmed glasses with all the trust in the fucking world. My chest felt like it was going to cave in, but instead of letting what I was feeling show on my face, not wanting to freak him out, I crawled onto the mattress between his legs.
“Can I?” I asked, my fingers playing with the top of his jeans. When he nodded, I undid the button and slid down the zipper, then began tugging his jeans down his thighs until I could toss them to the floor. His cock was tenting his boxers, and when I gripped the hem, he nodded once more, letting me know it was okay to take those off, too.
Finally, he was naked in front of me, his cock hard and leaking. I smoothed my hands up his hair-roughened thighs, and he shuddered. His eyes went all hazy when I leaned down and licked a stripe from his knee to the crease of his thigh. Then, pressing my nose to the crease of his thighs, I inhaled the scent of him, groaning low in my throat.
“You still good, baby?” I asked, my voice low and throaty. I wanted this so badly with him, but this was a first for me—giving a guy head—and it was a first for him—receiving head from a man. I didn’t want to push him too far.
“I’m fine,” he told me. He gripped my hair in his fist, narrowing his eyes at me. “Stop fucking about, Blaze.”
I grinned. There was my Jax.
I swiped my tongue up his length, gathering his precum on my tongue when I reached his tip. Then, I swallowed him down as much as I could, doing what I’d had done to me previously. And it was apparently the right thing to do because he moaned long and loud, his fingers tightening in my hair. When I flicked my gaze up to look at him, I found him already staring down at me, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed.
“You’re too good at this,” he moaned before his head fell back. I groaned around him, precum leaking from the tip of my cock at his praise.
Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed the lube, then cracked it open, using my abdominal muscles to keep me upright as I continued bobbing my head. I squirted lube onto my fingers, then probed at his entrance. He tensed, so I rubbed my finger around his puckered rim, doubling down on my efforts to get him off.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I finally got inside of him. I moaned, my eyelids fluttering. He was so tight and warm, and I knew no matter how much I stretched him, he was going to strangle my cock.
