Worth Forgiving
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The thought of him filling me makes my body hum and my teary eyes glaze over.
“It drives me crazy when you look at me like that, you know,” he growls.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re picturing what I’m going to do to you before I even get your panties off.”
I smirk. “I’m not wearing any. I took them off in the taxi on the way over here.”
His eyes flash and he growls into my mouth as his hand goes under my skirt and up my thigh. My body tingles everywhere he touches, lord I missed this man. We both groan when his finger slides across my wetness. His eyes narrow. “You came over here without panties, Angel?” he says, a possessive warning in his voice, making me wetter. I close my eyes and squeal when he grabs a handful of my ass and pulls me tightly against him.
“I was hoping you’d like me without panties.”
“I do, Angel. I do. But a little breeze hits this skirt and someone else might catch a glimpse of this perfect ass.” He squeezes my bottom roughly.
“Now who’s jealous?” I tease.
“Me. Always. Because this…” his finger reaches under my skirt and finds my clit immediately. His two fingers stroke me possessively, “…this belongs to me.”
My gasp is stifled under his kiss. A kiss that’s hungry, rough, assertive, but also filled with emotion, longing, forgiveness, and love. My legs are unsteady and head dizzy when we break for air.
“My ribs. Any movement hurts,” he says with a devilish crooked smile as he walks backwards taking me with him toward the bed. “Doctor says I should lie flat on my back.” He stops at the edge of the bed, his hand trailing back under my skirt. “So you know what that means?” I whimper as he slips a finger inside of me. “It means you’re going to ride me. I’m going to lie on my back and watch you take my c**k inside of you. All of it. I want to see you circle those hips with me so far inside of you, greedily pulling me until you’re grinding your ass against my balls.”
I groan. God I missed his mouth. The way he tells me exactly what he wants. His dirty words have my body throbbing just thinking about him being inside of me again.
I loosen the towel at his waist and it drops to the floor. He springs free, hard and ready. I lick my lips with anticipation. “Lay back,” I breathe.
His eyes glued to me, I unbutton my shirt slowly. Reaching behind me I unhook my black lace bra, then slip down my skirt. I stand naked before him as he lies on the bed, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that fuels me.
Careful not to move him too much, I straddle him, gliding my wetness over the length of him. He groans. “Fuck, Angel, you’re killing me.” I smile, inwardly triumphing at the hunger he doesn’t even try to disguise when he looks at me. “It’s going to destroy me to not be able to move you around where I want you.” His eyes devour me, I feel his words soak through me, penetrating deep into my bones. “Bring your pu**y to me. I want to taste you before you take me.” I bite my lip, hesitant at first. Then he licks his lips, salivating for me.
I crawl up the bed, positioning myself over him, slowly dropping down so he can reach me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, a moan I feel from the bottom of my toes to the tip of my head roars from my lips. “Ride me baby. Ride my mouth.” His words vibrate against me. Fingers digging into my hips, he reaches up and moves my hips, rocking me back and forth. My throbbing clit pulses, making me lose all inhibition. I take over the rhythm he sets, gyrating my hips back and forth as he licks and sucks, his tongue burrowing inside of me as I grind down on his face, my orgasm hitting me quickly, almost violently. I moan his name breathlessly as I come, my entire body convulsing as his mouth keeps working, hungrily lapping at every last drop my body has to offer.
Somehow, broken rib and all, Jax finds a way to make love to me. Slow, passionate, raw, all consuming love making that connects us in way that I know deep down can never be broken again. True love making, because we both finally give in, letting what we feel show through in our emotions as we exchange the words.
Afterwards, when we finally still, I roll to the side not wanting to put any weight on his ribs.
“Jax.”
“Yeah, Angel.”
“You bought my painting.”
“I know.”
“Why? We’d just met.”
“I just knew,” he says so simply with a shrug.
“Knew what?”
“Knew I’d want to see your face every day. If I couldn’t have you, I’d have the painting.”
“And if this doesn’t work out? What do you think your next girlfriend will think of a picture of a half-naked woman hanging around?”
He turns his head to face me. “There is no next girlfriend, Angel. Haven’t you realized that yet?”
Epilogue
Lily – Six years later
“You have your own cinnamon bun, you know,” I scold, but I’m not really mad. Besides, we need to be out the door in five minutes or we’ll be late.
“Yours tastes better,” Jackson grins, his lips lined with white frosting, the smile he gives me lets him get away with so much. Just like his father.
I playfully swat at his hand reaching to lick the icing from my plate with his finger. “Wash your hands when you’re done, piggy.” I stand. “We’re out the door in five minutes. We don’t want you to be late for your first day of kindergarten. I’m going to go grab my shoes. Put your plate in the sink when you are done eating both our breakfasts.”
“I don’t care if I’m late,” Jackson whines a bit. He’s been nervous about starting kindergarten the last few weeks, although he’ll never admit it. The boy idolizes his father so much, he thinks he has to be fearless just because Jax is.
“Well I do. So put a move on it, brat,” I tease over my shoulder as I run up the stairs to get my sandals.
My phone chimes before I can get back down the stairs. It’s my tenth text from Jax this morning. He feels badly that he isn’t going to be home to walk Jackson to his first day of school, but I’m glad he decided to fly out to Vegas for Vince’s fight a few days ago. After a rocky start finding out about the existence of each other, Jax and Vince have found their way. Lately it seems like the two spend so much time talking, they’re trying to make up for lost time. Although if you ask the two of them, they’d swear all of their talking is due to the new gyms Jax and I are opening with Vince, an extension of our Ralley’s business out on the west coast. But if you ask me, the business venture was only a ruse to give them more reason to spend time together. Unconsciously, my hand goes to the small bump growing again in my belly. I hope it’s another boy. I’d love to have mini Jax paired with a mini Vince. Although I’d venture to guess we’d have lots of broken furniture when the two tots discovered wrestling.
“It drives me crazy when you look at me like that, you know,” he growls.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re picturing what I’m going to do to you before I even get your panties off.”
I smirk. “I’m not wearing any. I took them off in the taxi on the way over here.”
His eyes flash and he growls into my mouth as his hand goes under my skirt and up my thigh. My body tingles everywhere he touches, lord I missed this man. We both groan when his finger slides across my wetness. His eyes narrow. “You came over here without panties, Angel?” he says, a possessive warning in his voice, making me wetter. I close my eyes and squeal when he grabs a handful of my ass and pulls me tightly against him.
“I was hoping you’d like me without panties.”
“I do, Angel. I do. But a little breeze hits this skirt and someone else might catch a glimpse of this perfect ass.” He squeezes my bottom roughly.
“Now who’s jealous?” I tease.
“Me. Always. Because this…” his finger reaches under my skirt and finds my clit immediately. His two fingers stroke me possessively, “…this belongs to me.”
My gasp is stifled under his kiss. A kiss that’s hungry, rough, assertive, but also filled with emotion, longing, forgiveness, and love. My legs are unsteady and head dizzy when we break for air.
“My ribs. Any movement hurts,” he says with a devilish crooked smile as he walks backwards taking me with him toward the bed. “Doctor says I should lie flat on my back.” He stops at the edge of the bed, his hand trailing back under my skirt. “So you know what that means?” I whimper as he slips a finger inside of me. “It means you’re going to ride me. I’m going to lie on my back and watch you take my c**k inside of you. All of it. I want to see you circle those hips with me so far inside of you, greedily pulling me until you’re grinding your ass against my balls.”
I groan. God I missed his mouth. The way he tells me exactly what he wants. His dirty words have my body throbbing just thinking about him being inside of me again.
I loosen the towel at his waist and it drops to the floor. He springs free, hard and ready. I lick my lips with anticipation. “Lay back,” I breathe.
His eyes glued to me, I unbutton my shirt slowly. Reaching behind me I unhook my black lace bra, then slip down my skirt. I stand naked before him as he lies on the bed, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that fuels me.
Careful not to move him too much, I straddle him, gliding my wetness over the length of him. He groans. “Fuck, Angel, you’re killing me.” I smile, inwardly triumphing at the hunger he doesn’t even try to disguise when he looks at me. “It’s going to destroy me to not be able to move you around where I want you.” His eyes devour me, I feel his words soak through me, penetrating deep into my bones. “Bring your pu**y to me. I want to taste you before you take me.” I bite my lip, hesitant at first. Then he licks his lips, salivating for me.
I crawl up the bed, positioning myself over him, slowly dropping down so he can reach me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, a moan I feel from the bottom of my toes to the tip of my head roars from my lips. “Ride me baby. Ride my mouth.” His words vibrate against me. Fingers digging into my hips, he reaches up and moves my hips, rocking me back and forth. My throbbing clit pulses, making me lose all inhibition. I take over the rhythm he sets, gyrating my hips back and forth as he licks and sucks, his tongue burrowing inside of me as I grind down on his face, my orgasm hitting me quickly, almost violently. I moan his name breathlessly as I come, my entire body convulsing as his mouth keeps working, hungrily lapping at every last drop my body has to offer.
Somehow, broken rib and all, Jax finds a way to make love to me. Slow, passionate, raw, all consuming love making that connects us in way that I know deep down can never be broken again. True love making, because we both finally give in, letting what we feel show through in our emotions as we exchange the words.
Afterwards, when we finally still, I roll to the side not wanting to put any weight on his ribs.
“Jax.”
“Yeah, Angel.”
“You bought my painting.”
“I know.”
“Why? We’d just met.”
“I just knew,” he says so simply with a shrug.
“Knew what?”
“Knew I’d want to see your face every day. If I couldn’t have you, I’d have the painting.”
“And if this doesn’t work out? What do you think your next girlfriend will think of a picture of a half-naked woman hanging around?”
He turns his head to face me. “There is no next girlfriend, Angel. Haven’t you realized that yet?”
Epilogue
Lily – Six years later
“You have your own cinnamon bun, you know,” I scold, but I’m not really mad. Besides, we need to be out the door in five minutes or we’ll be late.
“Yours tastes better,” Jackson grins, his lips lined with white frosting, the smile he gives me lets him get away with so much. Just like his father.
I playfully swat at his hand reaching to lick the icing from my plate with his finger. “Wash your hands when you’re done, piggy.” I stand. “We’re out the door in five minutes. We don’t want you to be late for your first day of kindergarten. I’m going to go grab my shoes. Put your plate in the sink when you are done eating both our breakfasts.”
“I don’t care if I’m late,” Jackson whines a bit. He’s been nervous about starting kindergarten the last few weeks, although he’ll never admit it. The boy idolizes his father so much, he thinks he has to be fearless just because Jax is.
“Well I do. So put a move on it, brat,” I tease over my shoulder as I run up the stairs to get my sandals.
My phone chimes before I can get back down the stairs. It’s my tenth text from Jax this morning. He feels badly that he isn’t going to be home to walk Jackson to his first day of school, but I’m glad he decided to fly out to Vegas for Vince’s fight a few days ago. After a rocky start finding out about the existence of each other, Jax and Vince have found their way. Lately it seems like the two spend so much time talking, they’re trying to make up for lost time. Although if you ask the two of them, they’d swear all of their talking is due to the new gyms Jax and I are opening with Vince, an extension of our Ralley’s business out on the west coast. But if you ask me, the business venture was only a ruse to give them more reason to spend time together. Unconsciously, my hand goes to the small bump growing again in my belly. I hope it’s another boy. I’d love to have mini Jax paired with a mini Vince. Although I’d venture to guess we’d have lots of broken furniture when the two tots discovered wrestling.
