I blink in the dim light of the room as I wake up. Looking at the windows, it seems it’s still dark out, but I feel like I’ve been asleep for hours. It’s only when my eyes adjust and I peer more closely at the enormous glass doors that lead to the balcony, that I see that it’s the glass that’s dark. They must be those fancy ones like we have back in LA. They can go from transparent to dark glass that blocks out the sun and the outside world at the touch of a button. The sun is shining in the sky but you would never know it in here.
I smile as I snuggle against the soft pillow. That is some fancy shit!
Jax’s arm is draped over my stomach and he wraps it tight around me, pulling me closer when he feels me moving. “Good morning, Mrs. Decker,” he mumbles sleepily.
“Good morning,” I shift my body, turning so I can face him. “This bed is so comfy.”
“It is. It’s the same one we have at home,” he replies, his eyes still closed.
By home, he means his fortress on the beach in LA. We still haven’t found a place that we both like yet, although my father tells me that one of the houses near him and my mom is about to go up for sale. And I could get used to living in the hills again.
“I should probably check in with home, actually.” I stretch, trying to wriggle from his grip, but he holds me tighter. “And then I’ll take a shower.” My thighs are moist and tacky from last night.
“No point taking a shower yet. I’m about to fuck you in a minute,” he says matter of factly.
“I’m super sticky though,” I tell him.
“I like you sticky.” He grins as his eyes finally open.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to eat a nice clean pussy?” I ask with a flash of my eyebrows.
“Who said anything about eating pussy?”
“But you always start the day that way,” I giggle as he starts to kiss my neck.
“True. So you know I don’t give a shit about eating you out when you’re full of cum, angel, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I purr. “But I’m all extra messy this morning. I fell asleep straight after.”
“I know. You were drooling on my chest,” he laughs as he rolls me onto my back and trails kisses over my skin.
“I was not,” I insist.
“Were,” he murmurs as he moves lower, his lips dusting over my stomach until he reaches my pussy. He pulls my thighs wide apart and I feel wet heat trickling out of me.
“Jax, I swear things are real messy down there,” I gasp, tugging his hair to stop him from what he’s about to do.
He looks up at me, his eyes full of fire and mischief. “Lucia Decker,” he gives me my full title, “if you ever try and stop me from eating this sweet pussy again, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass red. I don’t care how sore you are.”
His words alone make wet heat surge between my thighs and when he dips his head and licks the length of my folds, I moan loudly, no longer caring about showering first.
After he ate me out and fucked me, I finally got my shower and now I’m lying on the bed waiting for Jax to finish his while I check my messages.
A few moments later, he walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around him. It’s slung low on his hips, revealing his chiseled abs and his new tattoo of two turtle doves, which he got just before our wedding.
“Everyone back home okay?” he asks with a nod to my cell phone in my hands as he sits on the bed.
“Yep. My mom sent me a picture of Matthias and the twins playing in the pool with my dad and Hugo. She told me in no uncertain terms that I am not to text or call unless it’s an absolute emergency, apart from right before Matthias’ bedtime so we can wish him goodnight.”
“She’ll take good girl of him.”
“I know.”
He reaches out and brushes a strand of damp hair from behind my ear. “You miss him, baby?”
“Yeah. I mean I know he’s having the time of his life and is well looked after, but I’ve never been this far away from him before.”
Jax doesn’t reply.
“Not that I don’t enjoy having you all to myself,” I add quickly.
“You’re allowed to miss our son, Lucia,” he laughs softly. “I miss him too.”
“You do?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t mean I still won’t enjoy every second of having his mom all to myself though.” He winks at me before he stands and starts to dry himself off.
My phone pings to signal another text message and I open it, laughing out loud when I read it.
“Who’s that?” Jax asks with a frown.
“Archer,” I grin at him. Archer is my best friend from college. He’s a drummer in a band. One hundred percent gay and one hundred percent has a crush on my husband, which I think Jax secretly likes.
“What did he say?”
“He said that he hopes I’ve had so much dick that I can’t walk this morning. And he also sent a meme that says, save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
“Well, he’s not wrong. On either front.”
I gasp in feigned indignation. “I can walk just fine, thank you,” I insist, even though my pussy is throbbing so much from last nights and this morning’s activities that I swear I can still feel Jax inside me.
“Then maybe I need to fuck you harder next time,” he whispers as he leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now all of my clothes are in the bags downstairs. I’m going to go get dressed and start breakfast.”
“I need some clothes too,” I say, jumping up from the bed.
He looks me over as I stand here in a skimpy white towel, his eyes narrowed as he appraises me before he slowly shakes his head. “Not sure you’re gonna be needing any clothes this week, angel.”
“Not even for dinner tonight at the house?” I grin. “And you promised to take me riding, and help me practice my shooting.”
He rubs a hand over the thick stubble on his jaw as though he’s considering my request. “Hmm. I do kind of have a surprise lined up for on Tuesday night too, and as that also requires you leaving this house, I’m definitely going to need you to be wearing clothes for that.”
“Another surprise?” I squeal, clapping my hands together in excitement. “What is it?”
“Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?” He steps toward me, giving me a soft, chaste kiss on the cheek before he smacks my ass and grabs it hard. “I’ll go bring our bags up.”
