Corrian doesn't look at him, just sighs. Deeply. The sigh of a man who has been dealing with this for far too long. Jax practically vibrates on the balls of his feet.
"I'll give the tour," he states, sliding up to Corrians side, tugging on the flannel sleeve. "I'm good at tours. Remember the last one? We only lost one person!"
"Jax," Corrian warns with his tone.
But Jax is already squeezing between us, hands clapped in dramatic prayer. "Pleeeeease, Boss. You're just gonna brood and growl and point at things. I'll make it fun. Look, look at my face. This is a tour face."
He beams at me again, and I can't help the smirk he pulls from my mouth.
Corrian doesn't decide, instead looks at me with a single raise of his eyebrow in silent question. He's asking for my permission, checking I'm ok with it. Okay, maybe more like, you sure you can handle it? I shrug, because honestly? Fuck yeah I can, Jax meets my energy head on, this golden mullet menace is a walking serotonin burst, and my trauma-wired brain is very into that right now.
Besides, he's smoking hot. I just know he'd rail you senseless and make you chocolate pancakes after.
Corrian hesitates, just for a beat, then, with a sigh that's more fond than frustrated, he nods. Jax whoops and holds out a fist to his stern boss. If he leaves him hanging, I'm walking out, because how could you.
Luckily, he forces his fist to meet his and glances off it before stalking towards the back of the house murmuring
"Fine," Corrian mutters. "She's your problem now."
"Oh, she's gonna be all our problem," Jax grins, stepping closer. "C'mon, sugar snack."
Corrian starts walking off, probably to wrestle a bear or glower into a book or whatever it is Daddy Boss Doms do. Jax watches him go with such open affection that I blink.
Oh.
Oh oh.
I narrow my eyes. "So, you and Corrian…?"
Jax doesn't even look at me, just licks his lollipop. "You want the deck or the kitchen first?"
Yep, I think my ovaries are attempting to burst out of my body. They fuck, 100% they do, no doubt in my sex starved mind. Oh it'll be violent, spiritual, Corrian talks him through it for sure, what I would give to observe that beautiful, sweaty scene.
I clear my throat. "Deck."
"Atta girl," he grins, and in one fluid, very none feminist motion, he scoops me up over his shoulder in a fireman's hold like I weigh nothing at all.
"Jax!" I squawk, thudding uselessly against his back as I get an excellent view of his very tight joggers. "I can walk!"
"But this is more fun!" he laughs, whipping a single slap against my ass cheek.
I squeal, but don't try to get away, because he's just unlocked the key to my heart and that single spank sent lightning straight to all the right places. It's taking every drop of will power not to beg him to do it again.
My upside down view of the house as we move though doesn't show much. But it's obvious every room is massive and super modern. Moving through the kitchen last, we end up at the backdoors, which Jax kicks open.
"Did you know your sweet ass smells like sugar?" He quips, as he whips me forward and plops me back upright on my feet. "I love sugar."
I consider biting him. Briefly, but only briefly because my eyes pull behind him and I'm greeted with the deck of heaven.
Like. Actual heaven.
It's enormous, stretching out behind the house with plush outdoor couches, huge woven floor cushions, and a custom fire pit surrounded by low seats and fuzzy throws. Off to the side, nestled between two massive trees, is a giant hot tub. There's a huge hammock strung just beyond it, swaying lazily in the breeze. A smoker grill, an outdoor mini bar, a freaking wine fridge tucked beneath a long wooden counter.
This palace isn't real.
Jax spins me to face him, one hand still on my hip, the other dramatically sweeping toward the scene.
"Welcome to the den," he says with a grin, so wide all his teeth are on show. "You like?"
Odd, I've never seen anyone with canines that long in real life.
"I…" All I can do is blink at the scene. "Honestly it's fucking beautiful. Is this place even real?"
He lights up.
"Baby, it's as real as this semi I'm sporting from having your juicy cheeks at biting distance."
The giggle that bubbles out my chest is so squeaky, I actually flinch. But it feels good, being around him feels good.
"You're insane."
"Dangerously charming," he corrects with a wag of his finger.
"Cringe, with a six-pack," I counter.
"I could ruin your life," he whispers, low and filthy and so not joking.
"I'd let you big boy."
We are leaning towards each other, I'm trapped by the actual sparkle in his eyes.
And for the first time in what feels like forever, I smile without effort.
Is that…a grunt? I'm right in his face, I don't think it came from him, did it?
There's another, a definite grunt this time and it pops the bubble of rosy haze around us. I pull up to my full height, tilting my head to try and pinpoint the source of the noise.
"Jax…" My tone questions without having to say anything else.
I turn back to look at him, the sweet smile from moments ago is gone. Replaced with pure sin slashed across his full lips. I watch his pupils dilate just slightly, enough to tell me whatever the grunting is, it's not a bad thing.
"Frankfurter, you're gonna love this."