Page 55 of Jax & Knox

ELEVEN

AINSLEY

I wake up in the middle of the night lying between Jax and Knox, their bodies pressed against mine, their arms wrapped around me like they're afraid I'll disappear if they let go. Knox's hand is splayed possessively across my stomach, his breath warm against the back of my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine. His skin smells like leather and motor oil and something uniquely him , something that makes my body relax even when my mind wants to stay alert. Jax's fingers are threaded through mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my palm, the calluses from his work rough against my softer skin. But I can’t sleep. Every shift of their hips, every slow breath against my skin, keeps the ache between my legs alive. I need more. I need them, not just their hands or their mouths. I need all of them.

Carefully, I slip my hand free of Jax’s. I ease the sheet down his body. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy against his stomach. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke once, slow. Then I lean down and take him into my mouth.

The taste of him floods my tongue, clean skin and salt and something purely him. I sink lower, hollowing my cheeks, working him with slow, wet pulls. Jax’s breath hitches. A low, sleepy groan rumbles in his chest. His fingers slide into my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor.

Behind me, Knox shifts. I reach back, push his boxers down, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I stroke him in the same rhythm I’m using on Jax. Knox’s breath leaves him in a rough exhale against the back of my neck. His hand tightens on my hip.

“Ainsley…” Jax’s voice is rough with sleep and want. When I glance up, his eyes are open, dark and heavy-lidded. “Baby⁠,”

I moan around him and stroke Knox harder. Knox is fully awake now. His hand slides down my stomach, between my legs, and he groans when he feels how wet I already am.

“Fuck,” Knox rasps against my ear. “Look at you. Waking us up like this.”

I pull off Jax just long enough to whisper, “I need you. Both of you. Please.”

Something in both of them softens and sharpens at the same time.

Knox turns my face toward him and kisses me, deep, slow, full of feeling. His tongue slides against mine like he’s trying to tell me everything he doesn’t have words for yet. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

“You sure?” he asks quietly. “Once we start, we’re not holding back.”

“I’m sure,” I breathe. “I want this. I want both of you.”

Jax sits up enough to cup my face, thumb brushing my bottom lip. He kisses me next, softer than Knox, but no less intense. When he draws away, his eyes are almost tender.

“We’ve got you,” he promises.

Knox flips me onto my back between them. They’re both naked within seconds, hard and hungry, but the way they look at me isn’t just lust. It’s something heavier. Something that makes my chest ache.

Jax settles between my thighs. He doesn’t rush. He spreads me open with his thumbs and leans down to kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, before dragging his tongue through my folds in one long, slow stroke. I gasp. Knox captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me deeply while Jax keeps tasting me, slow, thorough, like he has all night.

Only when I’m trembling and pushing against his mouth does Jax rise up. He braces himself over me, eyes locked on mine, and pushes into me in one slow, steady thrust.

The stretch is intense. He’s thick, and it’s been so long since anyone has been inside me that the burn makes my breath catch. He freezes halfway, giving me time, one hand stroking my hair back from my face.

“Breathe, baby,” Knox murmurs against my mouth, one hand cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple with almost reverent care. “Let him in. We’ve got you.”

I force myself to relax. Jax sinks the rest of the way until he’s buried to the hilt. We both groan. For a moment he just stays there, deep inside me, forehead pressed to mine, breathing with me.

“You feel perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”

Then he starts moving, slow, deep strokes that make my toes curl. Every thrust drags against that sensitive spot inside me. Knox keeps kissing me, keeps playing with my nipples, keeps whispering soft, filthy praise against my lips between kisses.

“That’s it. Take him. Look how good you’re taking his cock. You’re doing so well, Ainsley.”

I reach for Knox, wrapping my hand around him again, stroking in time with Jax’s thrusts. Knox curses softly and thrusts into my fist, but his eyes never leave my face. Like he’s memorizing every expression.

Jax picks up the pace gradually, hips snapping harder. The wet sound of him fucking me fills the quiet room, obscene and perfect. The pressure builds fast and sharp. My thighs start to shake around his waist. I dig my nails into his shoulders and break the kiss with Knox on a broken cry.

“I’m—Jax, I’m gonna⁠⁠—”

“Come,” Jax growls, slamming into me deeper. He leans down and kisses me hard, swallowing my moans. “Come on my cock, Ainsley. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

I shatter.