“Do you know who did it?” Jax growled, his accent sliding in. “’Cause I could putthemin the dumpster if you need me to.”
“Wow, Ollie said you had mobster vibes and I see it now.” Rain pushedthe cat toward Jax. “Would you like to hold her?”
“Is she okay with that?” The eager expression on Jax’s face had Tristan grinning.
“Of course,” Rain snorted. “She loves being the center of attention.”
“Just like her dad.” Tristan joined them, chucking Rain under the chin. “She’s a fluffy princess.” Taking her from Rain’s arms, he also kissed her on the head before transferring her to Jax’s hold.
Cat and human stared at each other, as if Jax couldn’t believe she was in his arms, and she clearly waited for some worship. After a few seconds, Jax relaxed, cradling her, and the sheer joy he radiated was something Tristan wished he could capture and store.
Right now, Jax was happy, and Tristan would do anything to keep him that way. In fact, Tristan no longer wanted to escape to the trail as soon as possible. He wanted to stay.
Because for the first time in his life, he was truly in love.
13
JAX
Sometimes,Jax’slifewasn’tso bad.
“Mmm,Tristan.” Jax wanted to arch but couldn’t, so he let his moans echo through the bedroom, thankful that Ollie and Finn were out for the next hour.
Kneeling on the floor, Tristan swallowed Jax’s cock, prodding slick fingers between his cheeks.
Legs spread just far enough, Jax locked his knees, glad that he’d braced a hand on the wall, because when Tristan hummed around him, tracing Jax’s rim with the pad of his finger, Jax let out a squeak and almost fell over. Somehow, he always made new sounds when Tristan played with him.
Sinking even deeper, Tristan pressed the head of Jax’s cock into the back of his throat, practically forcing it open while sliding a finger inside, and Jax’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head. Latching onto Tristan’s soft brown hair, Jax’s knees shook as bliss spread through him in waves.
Tristan bobbed his head a few times, and Jax could feel that dexterous tongue tracing his dick piercing, the tip gliding around the barbell. It distracted him as Tristan added another finger, which stretched him a little, but not enough.
“More,” Jax ground out, making sure he had a good grip on the dresser, because Tristan was giving him a top-tier blow job by blowing his mind too.
“Mmm?” Tristan’s question rippled up Jax’s cock, and Jax tossed his head back with a hiss.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said to the ceiling.
Slowly, Tristan slid another digit alongside the other two, and Jax let out an inhuman sound that only went higher in pitch as Tristan increased the suction.
Forcing his head down and his eyes open, Jax watched from his front-row seat, enjoying how Tristan’s swollen lips circled his cock, and how the shaft kept disappearing between them, keeping time with Tristan’s fingers, which hit the perfect spot. Jolts of pleasure raced through Jax’s system, and he didn’t stand a chance.
“Y-You’re-” was all Jax managed to get out as his cock turned to steel. Tristan must’ve picked up on it because his enthusiasm doubled, as well as his moans, which vibrated up Jax’s shaft as orgasm hit Jax like a tidal wave. Tightening his hold on Tristan’s hair, Jax used it to stay upright, hearing his own cries bounce off the walls as he shot into Tristan’s mouth.
Tristan hummed, swallowing and pressing his fingers just so, until Jax’s vision blurred along the edges and he slowly fell back to Earth. Jerking a little, he felt Tristan slowly pull out and wrap his arms around him.
“I-” Jax blinked, fuzzy and blissed out. “Bed.”
“Yes, sir.” Tristan kissed Jax’s temple, helping him lie down and standing beside the bed as Jax sank back into his body.
Once Jax was more coherent, he turned his head, staring at the eye-level bulge in Tristan’s pants.
“Need help with that?” He ran the back of a knuckle down Tristan’s zipper, and Tristan let out a hiss, shifting as he stood beside the bed.
They’d jumped on each other so fast after Ollie and Finn had left that Jax still had his shirt on and Tristan was fully dressed, so Jax wanted to strip Tristan down and ride him like he stole him. But his back wouldn’t let him do that, especially today when it had been acting up.
However, Tristan always had a way of working around Jax’s pain, making their encounters hotter than Jax could have ever dreamed.
“You’re not feeling well, so I don’t want to push,” Tristan said, his expression both horny and concerned.
