Page 42 of Jax & Knox

Knox shifts beside me, pulling me against his chest. His hand slides up to cup my jaw, tilting my face toward his. "You okay?"

I nod, still catching my breath. "Yeah. I just⁠⁠—"

"He comes first," Knox says simply. "Always."

My throat goes tight. Because he means it. They both do.

We sit there in the quiet, Knox's arms around me, his thumb stroking slow circles against my ribs. I can hear Jax's low voice through the monitor, murmuring something soft and soothing to Owen.

A few minutes later, Jax walks back into the room.

Owen is draped over his shoulder, half-asleep, his little fist curled in Jax's shirt.

"He's good," Jax says quietly, rubbing Owen's back. "Just needed to know someone was there."

I stand and walk over, pressing a kiss to Owen's head. "Thank you."

Jax's free hand slides around my waist, pulling me close. "Don't thank me for taking care of him, Ainsley. He's ours too."

Knox stands and joins us, his hand settling on Owen's back beside Jax's.

For a moment, we just stand there, the four of us, and I feel it.

This is a family.

Not perfect. Not without complications.

But real.

Jax carries Owen back to his room and settles him into the crib. When he returns, his eyes are dark and hungry again.

"Now," he says, his voice rough. "Where were we?"

Knox's hand slides back up my side, and I shiver.

"Right here," I whisper.

And this time, when they touch me, it feels even more grounded.

Even more real.

Because they didn't just choose me.

They chose all of me.

Including Owen.

Jax doesn't make me ask twice.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties and drags them down together. I lift my hips to help him. The cool air hits my bare, soaked skin for only a second before he tosses the clothes aside and settles back between my thighs, looking at me like he’s starving.

“Fuck, Ainsley,” he breathes. “Look how wet you are for us.”

Knox’s hand slides down my stomach as Jax leans in. Two of Knox’s thick fingers stroke through my folds, slow and deliberate, gathering the slickness there. He groans against my mouth.

“Soaking,” Knox mutters. “She’s fucking dripping, Jax.”

Jax answers by spreading me open with his thumbs and dragging his tongue in one long, hot stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerks. A broken sound tears out of me into Knox’s kiss.