Page 119 of Jax & Knox

She does, eyes glassy, lips parted, rings glinting on both hands.

Jax reaches for the lube we keep in the nightstand. I hear the click of the cap, then the wet sound of him coating his fingers. Ainsley shivers when the cool gel touches her.

"Easy, baby," Jax murmurs, working one finger into her ass slowly. "Gonna take both of us tonight. My cock in this tight little ass, Knox filling that pretty pussy. You ready for that?"

"Yes," she breathes. "Please."

He works her open carefully, one finger, then two, stretching her while I stroke myself and watch her face. When she's pushing back on his hand and moaning, he pulls free and lines himself up.

I move closer, guiding the head of my cock to her soaked entrance.

"Together," Jax says.

We push in at the same time.

The stretch is brutal and perfect. I sink into her pussy in one long thrust while Jax works his thick cock into her ass, inch by careful inch. Ainsley's mouth drops open on a broken moan. Her arms shake.

"Fuck—oh God⁠—"

"That's it," I groan, bottoming out. "Take us both. Feel how full you are."

Jax seats himself completely with a low, guttural sound. "Jesus Christ, she's so tight. Her ass is strangling me."

We give her a second to adjust, both of us buried deep, breathing hard. Then Jax starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips that drag his cock along every sensitive nerve inside her. I match him, thrusting into her pussy in the same rhythm so she never empties completely.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I rasp, gripping her hips. "So wet and hot around me while he's stretching that ass."

"Gonna fill you up," Jax growls behind her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other splayed over her lower back. "Gonna come so deep in this perfect ass while Knox pumps that pussy full. Gonna make you ours in every way. Gonna put our baby in you."

Ainsley sobs with pleasure, rocking between us. "Harder, please, harder.”

We give it to her.

The rhythm turns filthy and relentless. Skin slaps skin. The wet sounds of both of us fucking her fill the room. Every time Jax drives into her ass, she clenches around my cock; every time I bottom out in her pussy, she pushes back onto him.

"Look at you," I say, voice rough. "Taking both our cocks like you were made for it. Our good girl. Our wife."

She comes hard, screaming, body locking up, walls fluttering wildly around me while her ass clamps down on Jax. The tight, rhythmic squeezes drag us both over the edge.

Jax curses and buries himself to the hilt, pulsing deep in her ass as he comes. I follow a second later, grinding into her pussy and flooding her with everything I have.

We stay locked inside her until the aftershocks fade.

When we finally pull out, she collapses onto the mattress, boneless and shaking. Jax and I clean her gently, warm washcloths, soft towels, then I take the salve from the nightstand and carefully soothe the marks we left on her skin and the slight redness where Jax stretched her.

We settle on either side of her, bodies curled around hers, hands gentle and possessive.

"I love you," she whispers, voice hoarse.

"We love you too," Jax says, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Forever," I add, threading my fingers through hers so I can feel both rings.

Later, as she sleeps between us, I think about how far we've come.

From two playboys with no future to two men with everything.

A woman to love. A son to raise. A family to protect.