“I better get going.”
“Okay.” Her chin trembled, and he wanted to take her back in his arms and cover her in long, deep kisses.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m not sorry I did, but it’s just not cool with Tigger being a brother, you know?”
Lowering her head, she nodded. “I shouldn’t have done it either. I mean, I’m married.”
“I know.” He ran his fingers through her soft hair. “If you weren’t, I’d be all over you. Don’t ever think for a second I wouldn’t. If you need anything, call me. It’s too snowy for that bike ride. Maybe when the weather gets better.”
“Oh sure. That’s fine. I’ve got a ton of stuff to do around here, anyway. No worries.” Her voice quivered on the last two words.
“Okay. I’m off.”
“I’ll open the garage door for you. Goodbye, Wheelie.”
He walked out the back door, his boots crunching on bits of gravel on the concrete floor. The door opened and he slid into his Jeep. Waving at Sofia, he backed out and turned out of the driveway. Waiting for the door to close, he cursed his lack of self-control. He watched the house for a long time, and when all the lights turned off, he drove away and made his way home.
Inside his house, he kicked off his boots, grabbed a bottle of Jack, and stretched out on the couch. Taking a few gulps of whiskey, he stared out the window into the inky darkness.
The scent of Sofia still lingered on him. Her lips were so soft and her body felt damn good pressed into his.
I can’t go there.
But the problem was he already had.
Chapter Twelve
Cherri
“I can’t believe I agreed to a fake tree,” Jax said as he spread out the folded branches on the seven-foot tree. “I like the scent of pine.”
“Stick your head outside and breathe in deeply. We have a ton of pine and evergreen trees in our front and backyard,” Cherri answered.
“I like the smell of real pine in the house, smartass.” Jax made a face at her and she laughed.
“But we can have the tree up longer because it won’t dry out, and vacuuming up the needles is a pain in the butt.”
“Speaking of butts, I oughta spank yours for talking me into this.”
“Later, baby.” Cherri winked while staring at his tight ass. Thoughts of being with him after Paisley was tucked in bed made her skin tingle. She still couldn’t get enough of him, and the way he kissed and hugged her every chance he got meant he felt the same. And that made her very happy. After so much crap in her life, she finally got it right with Jax.
“These are pretty, Mommy,” Paisley said, showing her mother two shiny ornaments. “Can I put them on the tree?”
“After your dad puts the lights on.”
“When’s that gonna be?” Paisley carefully put the two ornaments down.
“Shouldn’t be too long, honey,” Jax said as he wound a string of multicolored lights around the branches.
An hour later, Cherri, Paisley, and Jax stood back and admired the tree.
Paisley clapped and jumped in place. “The ormaments look real pretty with the lights on.”
“Ornaments, sweetie.” Cherri ruffled the little girl’s blonde hair. “And they do look pretty.”
“Best tree ever,” Jax said, leaning over and kissing Cherri on the lips. He drew Paisley to him and gave her a tight hug. “You did a great job decorating.” Paisley giggled, then looked back at the tree.
“What about hot chocolate and sugar cookies?” Cherri asked as Paisley skipped around the room.
“Yay! I’ll put on one of my cartoons. The one about the anominal snowman.”
Cherri laughed. “Abominable, and I love that one.” She went into the kitchen to make the cocoa. As she placed a few cookies on a plate, Jax came up behind her and curled his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. “You smell like chocolate and sugar. I want to taste you.”
She giggled and turned around in his arms, and he captured her mouth, delving his tongue deep inside as he pressed her closer. Heat burned between her legs as he rubbed his hard dick against her. “Let’s go in the pantry and have some fun,” he said against her lips.
“Paisey’s—”
“She’s watching the mean snowman. I need my cock inside your pussy, woman.”
Cherri glanced at Paisley, who was sitting on the couch, engrossed in the cartoon. “She’ll want her cookies and hot chocolate.”
“We can have a quickie.”
“Paisey?” Cherri said, smiling when her daughter turned to her. “It’s going to be a few more minutes for your cocoa and cookies, okay?”
Her head bobbed up and down, and she turned back to the television screen. Before Cherri could say anything, Jax had her inside the walk-in pantry, her hands on the wire shelf and her knit top pushed up around her shoulders.
“I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he rasped in her ear, cupping her tits.
She moaned and pushed her ass back, rubbing against his tight bulge.
“Fuck, sweetie. I love you so much.”
Hearing him unzip his jeans had shivers gripping her spine. He nudged her feet farther apart and cupped her sex. A low grunt rumbled from his throat. “You soaked right through your panties.” His voice was raw. She ground into his hand, her pussy twinging with an aching throb only his cock could relieve. “I love you too, and I want you so badly right now.”
Fingers pushing her panties down her pebbled skin made her arousal shoot through the roof. Bracing herself, she groaned when his iron-hard dick hammered into her. She craved it hard, fast, and rough. When Jax yanked her head back by her hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth, she slipped her hand down and played with her clit. With him pounding away, tweaking her nipples, and her finger moving rapidly over her nub, she bit down hard on her bottom lip as a rush of molten liquid rushed through her.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, trying to keep her cries at bay.
“Fuck!” Jax dug his fingers into her hips, and, in the midst of her feral fireworks, the heat from him exploded inside her.
Their jagged breaths filled the space around them, and Jax ran his hands over her back as he gently kissed her neck. She straightened up and leaned back into him, reaching over and looping a hand around his neck.
“I better see how Paisey’s doing. I’m surprised she hasn’t called out for her cookies.” She pushed away and he swatted her butt gently. She giggled as she pulled up her leggings and pulled down her top. When she turned around, Jax was zipping up. “Do you want a shot of whiskey in your hot chocolate?”
He drew her to him and brushed his lips across hers. “I’m going to the clubhouse to shoot some pool with Axe. I should be home in a few hours. Cool?”
Nuzzling her face into his chest, she nodded. “Cool. I have to go to the grocery store anyway.”
When they came out of the pantry, Cherri saw Paisley lying on her stomach on the floor, her chin resting in her hands, her eyes fixed on the raving white monster with yellowed, crooked teeth.
“Do you want your cocoa and cookies now?” Cherri asked her.