Page 47 of The Game Plan

Fuck it. I slip my hand under the sheet and find my cock, primed and ready to go back to Las Vegas, to Sienna whispering in my ear, “Here? Jax, I can’t. Someone could come any second.”

I remember the way I nudged her back to the flowered wall, then trailed my fingers up her bare legs, leaving goosepimples in the wake of my touch. “It’s going to be you coming any second, Sienna,” I whispered against her ear.

I felt her sigh leave her like a breath as our eyes met – me seeking permission – and when she gave me a subtle nod, I lifted the hem of her minion coverall dress and found the seam of her panties. Tracing the line of the material, I placed a trail of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.

Our marriage was fake but I was truly gone. It’s scary that I can feel it now, as I work myself in our hotel room, on a separate bed to my sleeping wife. I was gone for her in Las Vegas.

She gasped when my fingers slid inside her lace panties and found her, “So fucking wet for me already.”

“Jax, kiss me,” she groaned. And I fucking did because that sound traveled straight to my dick, the same way it has me pumping harder and breathing harder now as she sleeps nearby.

I’d like nothing more than to wake her and tear her out of those silk pajamas. To sink my dick deep inside her.

In Las Vegas, her fingers locked into my hair, gripping and pulling my mouth to hers. Hungry. Desperate for me. And Jesus, I was raging for her.

I think, in that moment, I wanted to tease us both. A promise of what would come later, when we got back to our hotel. I wasn’t going to make our first time in that chapel. Not with Sienna.

But I sank my fingers into her the way I wish it was my dick now, and I found that rough spot with my fingers and her clit with my thumb, drawing a cry from her that she sank into my shoulder.

“Jax,” she whispered as we sinned together.

There was no fucking way I could stop to get out of my coveralls, otherwise, hearing my name from her lips, maybe I wouldn’t have been so convinced we’d keep our first time for the hotel. But I needed contact. Needed her. And when she gripped me over my clothes, I swear I could have detonated in my pants, the way I’m about to on the sofa now.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I ground out against her neck. “I want to taste you.”

She didn’t stop me from getting on my knees for her and trailing those lace panties down her legs.

Her breaths were coming hard and heavy and when I hoisted her leg across my shoulder to expose her fully to me, I told her, “Every part of you is fucking perfect.”

Then I tasted her…

In the room now, my entire body stiffens and I drag a pillow over my face as I lose control, pumping myself harder, until my orgasm hits and I cover my release with my other hand.

“Jax?” Sienna asks from behind me.

Fuck. I fumble under the covers – a sticky fucking mess as I try to hide my hard-on. Go down, buddy, we’re done here.

“Mmm?” I mutter from under the pillow.

“Are you alive? Why are you suffocating yourself?”

I’m in such a fucking state over here – next time I want to jack off with my wife in the room, I need to hot-foot it to the shower.

“Because you kept me up all night typing and now the sun is coming up, Sienna. I’m shielding my eyes.”

And I just had myself off over going down on you and didn’t want you to hear me lose control.

She’s right. I am a kid. A randy fucking teenager, who really wants to go to fourth base with his wife.

19

SEPTEMBER

Sienna

Dragon Glass

I keep having the most vivid imaginings, or, dare I admit it, fantasies. When Jax lifted me into bed from the chaise longue the other night in Washington, I dreamt of him in his Las Vegas suite, carrying me across the threshold, after we’d changed back into our normal clothes, not the minion wedding costumes.