CHAPTER ONE
Jaxson
The early morning sun continues to rise, lighting the trail I destroy beneath my feet. Sweat coats my skin, trickling down my bare back as my lungs rage for air.
I push myself harder, relishing in the burn.
Every day I run this trail in the solitude of my property, land that I share with men who I consider brothers. Together, we fought alongside each other for our country, now we fight to protect the people we love most.
Once my house comes into view, I slow to a jog and climb up the porch steps, grabbing the newspaper that lays before the door. Walking inside, I hit the code for the alarm then head upstairs and grab a towel from the linen closet to wipe down with.
I sling it around my neck before opening the bedroom door next to me. There I find the most perfect child curled up in bed, her petite hands folded beneath her chubby cheek as she sleeps peacefully.
My chest tightens, disbelief hitting me like always when I think about the fact that I helped create her.
Gently closing the door, I continue down the hall and enter my room to find my other reason for living. The woman I’ve been in love with since we were teenagers. Julia lies curled up much the same way our daughter is, peacefully sleeping. I come to stand at the end of our bed, admiring the slender curve of her body and smooth, bare leg that pokes out beneath the sheet.
Fisting the blankets, I rip them off of her, revealing the sexy, black silk tank top and panties she wore to bed.
She shoots upright with a gasp, long chestnut hair tangling around her pretty face. She blinks at me, her aquamarine eyes quickly narrowing.
“Jesus, Jaxson. You scared the shit out of me.” She drops to her back again, draping an arm over her tired eyes.
Yep. She still hates mornings.
She peeks up at me from beneath her arm, her face pinched in annoyance, but there’s no denying the heat in her eyes as they wander over my bare chest.
My cock hardens on the spot.
“Why are you tormenting me this early in the morning?” she asks, her voice mussed with sleep.
Smirking, I get rid of the towel from around my neck then drop to my knees. My hands grip her silk-covered hips as I drag her to the end of the bed. Her legs instinctively open for me, giving me what I seek.
What I fucking own.
I kiss up the inside of her thigh, nipping at her delicate skin, leaving my mark.
Moaning, her hands drive into my hair, fingers gripping and pulling me to the sweet spot between her legs.
Refusing to waste time, I rip the thin silk from her hips and bury my mouth in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.
Her flavor, the one I fucking crave, explodes on my tongue, catapulting me into ecstasy.
A harsh gasp parts her lips, her back arching in pleasure. “Jaxson.” The breathless sound of my name purging from her delicate throat echoes through the room, fueling my need for more.
I lift my mouth, replacing it with my hand, and give her bare pussy a light slap.
“Oh god!” Her back bows, hips lifting—begging.
My finger teases her clit, the slick nub hardening further. “Lift your shirt, Julia.” The order is rough; need darkening my voice. “Show me your tits.”
She does as I say, the black satin clearing her flat stomach and over her head. Her hands caress her skin, giving me a show before she covers herself, fingers pinching the tight little points.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise. “Play with those pretty nipples for me.”
A needy whimper escapes her as she follows the order. “Jaxson, please.”
“What do you want, Jules? This?” I give her pussy another slap, watching her soft skin turn pink.
Her scream of pleasure sounds through the room, hips restless—wild. “More,” she begs, panting. “Make me come.”
Growling, I lay down another smack, the hardest one yet, then cover her with my mouth, my tongue curling around her throbbing clit.
She falls apart beneath me, her cries of pleasure penetrating my mind and heart. Once her tremors subside, I lift her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom.
She wraps her legs around my waist, wet pussy gliding along my stomach as she kisses up my jaw. A primal need claims me; lust roaring in my veins as I start the shower. I shed my sweats quickly then step inside, pin her against the wall, and drive up into her with one hard thrust.
She cries out, her breath leaving her in a rush. My groan tears apart my chest, head swimming with pleasure.
It’s always like this.
No matter how long it’s been or how many times I take her, it rocks the very fucking foundation of who I am.
Every—single—time.
Hot water rains down on us, steam billowing and thickening the air, mixing with the passion that’s always between us.
“I love you so much,” she breathes the words against my lips, her forehead resting on mine.
“I love you too, baby. Now and forever.”
My hips surge forward, stealing the air from her lungs once more.
“God.” Her head drops back on the wall, pleasure washing over her face as I give her what we both want.
“You love it, Jules, don’t you? Love it when my cock feeds this hungry pussy.”
“So much,” she admits shamelessly. “It’s always so good.”
“Always, baby. Because it’s us.”
“Yes!” Her legs grip my hips tighter, arms hugging me closer. “Give it to me. I want it hard.”
Her words fuel the beast within me, giving me permission to unleash him. I fuck her right into the wall, my cock relentless with every hard thrust.
“Yes!” Her pussy grips me, sucking me in further.
My hand dips between the smooth crevice of her ass, finger seeking the entrance hidden there. It slips in easily, the water helping with resistance.
“Oh god, I’m going to come again,” she cries out the warning.
“Damn right you are and you’re going to do it all over my cock.”
She careens over the edge for a second time, her fingers biting into my shoulders.
Fire licks down my spine, the sting of her nails taking me along with her. I bury my face into her neck with a groan, giving everything that belongs to her, especially the organ inside my chest.
She rests her cheek next to my temple, lips close to my ear. “Mmm, I love it when we start our mornings like this.”
I lift my head, her eyes penetrating me where I stand. They break through every defense I’ve ever had. “I love every morning that I get to wake up next to you.”
The smile she gives me feeds the darkest parts of me, parts that are reserved only for her.
My hand rests against her wet satin cheek before I take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a complete contradiction to how I just took her body.
I will never tire of this, never tire of her, and I will cherish it until the day I die.