Page 41 of Jax & Knox

Knox’s hand keeps moving on my thigh, higher now, the edge of his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my inner leg. Jax squeezes my breast again, slower this time, thumb dragging across my nipple through the shirt until it tightens under his touch. I arch into both of them without meaning to, another quiet sound catching in my throat.

Knox leans in and kisses the side of my neck, open-mouthed and warm. “That feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Jax’s mouth finds mine again while his hand stays on my breast, kneading gently. Knox’s palm slides higher on my thigh, the heat of him seeping straight through the thin material of my shorts. I’m throbbing so hard it almost aches. Every stroke of Knox’s hand, every squeeze of Jax’s fingers, sends another wave of heat rolling through me.

They keep kissing me, Knox along my neck and jaw, Jax deep and slow on my mouth, while their hands never stop moving. I’m caught between them, trembling, wetter than I’ve ever been, and for once I don’t try to hold any of it back.

Knox turns my face back to his and takes my mouth again, deeper this time, hungrier. His tongue slides against mine as his hand keeps stroking up and down my thigh, higher with every pass, fingers brushing the soft skin just beneath the hem of my shorts. I’m so wet it almost hurts, my pussy throbbing in time with every slow drag of his palm.

Jax doesn’t stay still. He kisses down the side of my neck, open-mouthed and hot, then lower. His lips trail over the collarbone, then the upper curve of my breast. When he reaches the space between them, he presses a slow, lingering kiss right there, breathing me in. His hand is still cupping me, squeezing gently while his mouth moves, and another moan slips out of me into Knox’s kiss.

It’s so hot I can’t think straight.

I’m caught up in it, completely. My hands won’t stay still. I fist one in the front of Knox’s shirt and drag him closer, kissing him back just as hard. My other hand finds Jax’s hair, fingers sliding into the soft strands, holding him against me as he keeps kissing the sensitive skin between my breasts. When he nuzzles lower and mouths over the swell of one breast through my shirt, I arch into him with a quiet, helpless sound.

Knox’s hand slides fully under the edge of my shorts now, palm hot against bare skin, still stroking in those slow, deliberate passes that make my thighs tremble. Jax’s fingers tighten on my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it’s tight and aching. I can’t stop touching them. My hand slips under Knox’s shirt, spreading over the hard plane of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles jump under my fingers. My other hand tugs gently at Jax’s hair, guiding him, needing more of his mouth.

They give it to me.

Knox kisses me like he’s starving for it. Jax keeps working his way between my breasts and up again, lips and tongue hot against my skin, while both of their hands keep moving, stroking, squeezing, claiming. I’m soaked, throbbing, completely lost between them, and every time I touch them back they make these low, rough sounds that only make me wetter.

Knox breaks the kiss only long enough to look at me, eyes dark and questioning. When I don’t pull away, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and slowly draws it up. I lift my arms without thinking. The soft fabric slides over my head and disappears somewhere behind the couch. Cool air hits my bare skin for half a second before his hands are on me again, warm, rough-palmed, sliding up my sides like he’s memorizing the feel of me.

Jax drops to his knees between my legs.

He looks up at me once, checking, then gently pushes my knees farther apart. I let him. He starts at my right knee, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss there, then another a little higher. His hands settle on the outsides of my thighs, holding me open as his mouth works its way upward in a deliberate path. Every kiss is hot and wet and unhurried. When he reaches the soft skin of my inner thigh, I twitch and make a helpless sound.

Knox’s mouth finds mine again while Jax keeps kissing higher. One of Knox’s hands cups my bare breast, squeezing, thumb dragging over my nipple until it’s tight and aching. The other hand stays low, still stroking the inside of my thigh in time with Jax’s mouth. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, soaked through my shorts, throbbing so hard I can feel my pulse between my legs.

I can’t stop touching them.

My fingers thread into Jax’s hair, holding him against my thigh as he kisses closer and closer to where I need him. My other hand stays under Knox’s shirt, spreading over the hard planes of his stomach and chest, feeling the way his breathing has gone rough. When Jax’s mouth reaches the edge of my shorts and he presses a long, open kiss right there, so close to my pussy that the heat of his breath sinks straight through the thin fabric, I break the kiss with Knox on a sharp, shaky moan.

“Fuck,” Knox breathes against my lips. His hand tightens on my breast. “Look at you.”

Jax's mouth is still hot against the seam of my shorts when the baby monitor on the side table crackles to life.

A soft whimper comes through the speaker.

Then another.

Owen.

Everything stops.

Jax pulls back immediately, his hands still on my thighs but no longer moving. Knox's hand stills on my breast, his breathing rough against my ear.

For a heartbeat, no one moves.

Then Owen lets out a louder cry, sleepy and upset.

"I got him," Jax says, his voice low and steady.

He presses one more kiss to the inside of my thigh, then stands, adjusting himself with a wince and a crooked grin. "Be right back, baby."

I watch him walk out of the room, my chest tight with something I can't name.