Until Jax
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Five years later
“Mom, Dad, I demand a sister!” Hope screams at the top of her lungs from somewhere in the house as Ellie looks at me from across the kitchen table.
“One more?” I ask, grinning, and Ellie rolls her eyes.
“We are not having any more babies. I still don’t quite know how I ended up with the last one,” she mutters, and I look at Toby, who is sitting in his highchair, shoving noodles into his mouth…or attempting to, anyways. “Not that I would change him for the world, but still.” She smiles at him, running her finger over his chubby cheek, gaining a one-toothed smile from him.
“Mom, Dad, I’m serious. I want a sister,” Hope says, stomping into the kitchen, followed by both dogs, Jasper and Edward, who are both singing, “Hope and Ty, sitting in a tree.”
“The baby shop is closed, honey. Besides, if you had a sister, you would have to share your room,” Ellie says, while my eyes narrow, listening to the boys singing.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask, and Hope’s face turns red.
“I can’t wait until I can move out!” she yells, stomping off, presumably to her room, where I hear the door slam.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask Ellie, and she rolls her eyes then hands me Toby.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask my boys, and they just look at me before taking off to cause chaos somewhere else.
“Do you know who Ty is?” I ask Toby, who pats my cheek and babbles something I can’t make out.
*
Ellie
“Shhhhhh,” Jax says, covering my mouth with his hand, which only makes me giggle louder, because he’s the one who slammed me up against the kitchen wall so hard the cabinets shook when he found me getting a late-night snack. Wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, I moan against the palm of his hand as the fingers from his free hand slide between my folds.
“No panties and you’re wet,” he groans, and I feel the head of his cock slide over my clit then down to enter me slowly.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, feeling his thick length fill me then the head rub perfectly against my g-spot. “Harder,” I plea as my head falls back against the wall and his hand drops from my mouth.
“No, just like this,” he says, moving slowly, so slowly it feels like torture as one of his hands cups my breast and the other palms my ass.
“Harder,” I beg, using my hands on his shoulders to lift myself up and then drop down on his length.
Stilling and pressing me harder against the wall, his mouth moves to my ear, where he growls, “I’m fucking you, Ellie, not the other way around.” Then he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing my head firmly against the wall as he slams into me again and again, sending me over the edge then planting himself deep, groaning his orgasm into my neck.
“You have to carry me upstairs,” I tell him breathlessly, coming back to myself.
“I already carried you upstairs,” he chuckles, and I feel the bed underneath me as he lays me down.
“Oh,” I mutter, feeling my eyes grow heavy as he gets into bed and rolls me to face him.
“Who’s Ty?” he asks, and my body starts to shake with laughter as I bury my face against his chest, ignoring his question. Most days, I still can’t believe this is my life, that I have a man like Jax who loves me and our family so completely…even if he is a little crazy.
The End
Five years later
“Mom, Dad, I demand a sister!” Hope screams at the top of her lungs from somewhere in the house as Ellie looks at me from across the kitchen table.
“One more?” I ask, grinning, and Ellie rolls her eyes.
“We are not having any more babies. I still don’t quite know how I ended up with the last one,” she mutters, and I look at Toby, who is sitting in his highchair, shoving noodles into his mouth…or attempting to, anyways. “Not that I would change him for the world, but still.” She smiles at him, running her finger over his chubby cheek, gaining a one-toothed smile from him.
“Mom, Dad, I’m serious. I want a sister,” Hope says, stomping into the kitchen, followed by both dogs, Jasper and Edward, who are both singing, “Hope and Ty, sitting in a tree.”
“The baby shop is closed, honey. Besides, if you had a sister, you would have to share your room,” Ellie says, while my eyes narrow, listening to the boys singing.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask, and Hope’s face turns red.
“I can’t wait until I can move out!” she yells, stomping off, presumably to her room, where I hear the door slam.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask Ellie, and she rolls her eyes then hands me Toby.
“Who’s Ty?” I ask my boys, and they just look at me before taking off to cause chaos somewhere else.
“Do you know who Ty is?” I ask Toby, who pats my cheek and babbles something I can’t make out.
*
Ellie
“Shhhhhh,” Jax says, covering my mouth with his hand, which only makes me giggle louder, because he’s the one who slammed me up against the kitchen wall so hard the cabinets shook when he found me getting a late-night snack. Wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, I moan against the palm of his hand as the fingers from his free hand slide between my folds.
“No panties and you’re wet,” he groans, and I feel the head of his cock slide over my clit then down to enter me slowly.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, feeling his thick length fill me then the head rub perfectly against my g-spot. “Harder,” I plea as my head falls back against the wall and his hand drops from my mouth.
“No, just like this,” he says, moving slowly, so slowly it feels like torture as one of his hands cups my breast and the other palms my ass.
“Harder,” I beg, using my hands on his shoulders to lift myself up and then drop down on his length.
Stilling and pressing me harder against the wall, his mouth moves to my ear, where he growls, “I’m fucking you, Ellie, not the other way around.” Then he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing my head firmly against the wall as he slams into me again and again, sending me over the edge then planting himself deep, groaning his orgasm into my neck.
“You have to carry me upstairs,” I tell him breathlessly, coming back to myself.
“I already carried you upstairs,” he chuckles, and I feel the bed underneath me as he lays me down.
“Oh,” I mutter, feeling my eyes grow heavy as he gets into bed and rolls me to face him.
“Who’s Ty?” he asks, and my body starts to shake with laughter as I bury my face against his chest, ignoring his question. Most days, I still can’t believe this is my life, that I have a man like Jax who loves me and our family so completely…even if he is a little crazy.
The End
