Chapter Five
Jax slipped quietly into the bedroom. Night had fallen hours ago, and the little house had been very quiet. Normally, dinner was a festive occasion, but for some reason it seemed like everybody was feeling glum. Layne and Sam were particularly quiet. Usually they could find anything to talk about. Since Tobi and Sam had returned with him a few months before, the two of them had become fast friends. Maybe something had happened between them to make them feel upset.
“Layne?” Jax called softly.
Shortly after he had served dinner, Layne had returned to the bedroom. The lights were off. The only light came from the silver glow of the moon outside the window. Layne’s back was to him, but when she heard Jax’s voice, she turned and offered him a smile.
“There you are,” she said warmly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, slipping into bed.
“Yeah,” she said, moving close to him. His heart rate quickened when she put her hands on his shoulders and climbed onto his lap. He was suddenly surrounded by her smell, and she pressed her lips onto his, stealing a long, languid kiss that sent a thrill of longing rushing to his groin.
“I take it you’re feeling better?” he asked, pulling away to grin. He frowned when the question seemed to make her darken.
“It comes and goes,” she said, turning her soulful eyes onto the pure white sheets of the bed.
Before he could ask her if something was wrong, if they should leave it at that and go to bed, her cool hands were on his face and once again he was overpowered by the suggestive tugging of her lips on his. It had been a while since she had taken charge like this, and he had to admit that if she kept it up, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop himself from taking her.
“Touch me,” she breathed into his ear.
She moaned when she felt him harden beneath her. Jax ran his hands up and down her body, slipping them under the slip of her nightgown and feeling her silky skin against his hands. They were rough and calloused from all the building he had been doing, but Layne almost seemed to enjoy them more that way.
Her lips parted in anticipation when Jax’s fingertip brushed her nipple, and he smiled at her before seizing her mouth in his. Their tongues started a sensual dance as the curves of his palms cupped her breasts and he gave a gentle squeeze. Jax felt Layne tense up in pleasure as he massaged her nipples, burying his face in the nape of her neck and planting slow, sultry kisses on her flesh, tugging it gently with his lips.
Layne sighed loudly into his ear and he gritted his teeth. Jax loved feeling her slight body on top of him, and the sharp, erotic sighs that he brought to her lips. He knew exactly how Layne wanted to be touched, and when she challenged him on this knowledge, it was gratifying for both of them to be reminded that their bodies were completely in tune.
Jax smiled when he felt Layne’s gentle hands slip under his shirt. Her gorgeous face was totally self-possessed as she tugged it over his head and dropped her hands to his belt loops. She took a moment to study his muscular abdomen and traced the mounds of his six-pack, leaving trails of fire where her fingers had been.
Jax closed his eyes and shuddered in pleasure when his shaft was suddenly seized by Layne’s firm grip. She gave it a gentle tug and his body was awash with the familiar, indulgent sensations of her generous hands and sensual lips.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” Layne whispered, baring her body to Jax.
His heart hammered hard as he took in the sight of her beautiful body. He hadn’t been sure whether or not it was okay to touch Layne now that she was pregnant. He didn’t want to overstep any of the unspoken boundaries that she was trying to uphold, and if he was trying to get her into bed all the time the way he had when they had first found their home, it would be a tremendously difficult time for her. Layne was never the type to submit if she didn’t want to, but she was also considerate of his feelings and needs. If he kept on her strongly, she might cave whether she wanted to or not, and Jax wouldn’t forgive himself for that.
“Are you sure?” Jax asked her, eyeing her curiously. Was she just trying to make up for holding out on sex earlier in the day, or did she legitimately want it?
“Why are you still talking?” she groaned, forcefully pinning his shoulders down on the mattress. Jax cried out softly in surprise. “I told you I needed touched.”
That was the last of Jax’s self-control. He thrust hard between her legs and moaned in gratification when the head of his penis became submerged briefly in the heat of Layne’s middle. She smiled down at him, moving her hips sensually over his before sinking down on his throbbing groin.
They both cried out in pleasure when they felt Jax successfully buried inside of her, and neither of them moved for a moment, relishing in the sacred feeling of their bodies intertwined. Part of it was a game. They were each fascinated to find out who would break the embrace first. Usually it was Jax who took Layne by surprise, thrusting powerfully inside of her and causing her body to contract tightly around his anticipating muscle.
They locked eyes. Usually, Layne would be waiting, bracing herself for Jax to make his move. He could tell by the way her body tensed up beneath him. But this time, Layne was on top looking down, and instead of waiting for him to move, she seemed to be calculating something. He couldn’t begin to guess what she might be thinking.
Suddenly, Jax cried out in a combination of surprise and pleasure. Layne had started grinding her hips on top of him, dragging her body up and down his long, awaiting shaft. She had buried her hot lips against his neck, sucking and nibbling him fervently as she worked his body beneath her, taking her pleasure from him and pausing to let him thrust his hips. Her soft gasps were muffled by his hair and the flesh she was gripping between her teeth.
Jax was shocked by her forwardness. It wasn’t the first time he had seen it. There were times she would get so worked up that she would take charge, and it was always a pleasure for both of them when that happened. Maybe it was her hormones. Something about her seemed different.
Jax didn’t have enough time to think about it. He was quickly distracted by the movement of Layne’s hips, the primal longing that she was inspiring within him. When she stopped grinding on top of him and he looked up into her face, he could tell that she was on the brink of her climax.
This was her invitation to him, and a way of prolonging their time together. Jax gripped Layne’s wrists and threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and thrusting himself as deeply as possible into her. Layne squeezed her eyes closed in pleasure and ran her nails down his biceps as he unleashed all the power within him that had been building up. He wasn’t used to being dominated, and now he was going to make up for lost time.
They cried out in pleasure together as Jax’s member rammed into her, sending her on wave after wave of ecstasy. Finally, the contractions of her body suctioning around him was too much for him and he was unable to hold himself back any longer. He uttered a low growl as a hot, tingling sensation began low in his abdomen. Jax wanted to hold it back, but when he looked down at Layne, the beauty of her body in the moonlight overloaded his senses.
Layne arched her back as he unleashed the hot flood of his longing deep inside of her and they reached the height of their climax together. They laced their fingers together and lay panting on the bed. Jax reached his other hand over to Layne and brushed the soft wisps of hair off of her face.
She smiled sweetly at him and then abruptly turned away, so that her back was facing him and she was facing the doorway. Jax draped his arm around her waist and sighed. Her hormones had been really difficult for both of them to handle lately. But he didn’t mind being there for her until things were back to normal.
“Good night, Jax,” she whispered from the other side of the bed.
“Good night,” he whispered back.
Jax kissed Layne’s shoulder, and soon he was asleep.