Page 64 of Louder Than Words

“You know what my favorite part is about this position?” he asks slowly.

I don’t answer, my words are too caught in my throat to form. Instead, I wait as patiently as I can, and glance over my shoulder at him.

He smirks. “It’s watching myself disappear inside of you. Seeing how well you take this dick,” he rasps.

And then it’s like a flip switches.

His thrusts turn relentless, holding onto my hips for dear life. The headboard smashes against the wall, and I honestly don’t even care.

Jax reaches around until his fingers lands square on my clit, rubbing hard circles when my orgasm crashes through me so hard and so unexpectedly, I can’t help but cry out his name.

“That’s it baby,” he coos, picking up the speed.

He slams into me a few more times, then his thrusts slow, a low grunt leaving his throat. He slips out slowly, then presses a kiss between my shoulders and helps me lay on my side.

My eyes drift closed as I listen to the soft patter of Jax moving in and out of the bathroom. They stay shut when the bed shifts beneath me—until a cold cloth brushes against my still-sensitive skin, and they snap open.

I smirk when my eyes meet his.

“You know,” I say through barely open lids, “we can’t keep having sex every time something bad happens.”

He chuckles. “Why not? Seems like the perfect stress reliever to me.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. “Stress reliever, huh?”

He shrugs and tosses the cloth in the nearby laundry bin. Then he crawls in behind me and pulls me close against him. My back flush with his chest, our body heat radiating off of each other as well both let out long breathes.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

27

Allie

It’s starting to snow.

Just barely. But enough to make you stop and squint, like maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you. It’s only a few days until Thanksgiving, and I figured today would be a good day to take the girls to the park.

WithTrevor.

I probably shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions anymore. But in my defense, I thought maybe we could talk about everything. Maybe if he saw how happy the girls still are, how normal things feel, maybe he’d stop all of this.

This court mess. This fight over who’s the better parent. This idea that anyone even has to win. Or maybe I could make him see that there’s nothing wrong with the fact we’re happy with new people. People who don’t look at us differently for our pasts. People who love both of the girls we created even though they’renot theirs. Something a lot of people get pushed aside for and we’re both lucky to be able to experience the love we deserve.

I just need Trevor to see that.

All I’ve been doing for the last three days since we got back from New York, is try to work up the nerve to say any of this to him. To explain that Jax isn’t trying to take his place the same way Marissa isn’t trying to take mine.

If only he could have seen their faces when Jax pulled out the two Nemo plushies he got on our trip—just for them. And how much not justtheireyes lit up, but his too at their reactions.

Because helovesthem.

And when Charlotte practically declared she was coming with us next time so she could see the big buildings and the loud trains, too.

If only Trevor would see the way he is with them, I know he’d understand. But he already has it in his mind that Jax is the bad guy here.

Imagine that. The man who throws tea parties with toddlers and kisses scraped knees like he was born to do it—he’s a threat.

The thought alone almost makes me laugh.