Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 126

“All right,” I mutter. “Here’s the deal. I’ll ask him if he wants to talk to you. If he says no, or even looks slightly horrified, it’s a no. I’m not forcing him.”

“Okay, okay,” she says, her voice bubbling over. “Go ahead.”

I rub a hand through my hair, already regretting this. “I’ll put you on speaker. So you better not say anything embarrassing.”

“I won’t! Cross my heart,” she chirps, which only makes me more nervous.

Right, this is insane. I glance at the door, steel myself, and walk back into the bedroom.

Jax is propped against the headboard now, bare chest, hair a mess, looking sinfully relaxed for a man about to be thrown to the wolves. He turns to me, about to say something, but I lift a finger sharply, stopping him from uttering a word. I clear my throat, aiming for casual. “My mum wants to say hi.”

His eyes widen instantly, horrified. Exactly as predicted. I mouth a quick sorry before tapping the speaker button and holding the phone out a little. Telling my mum to go ahead.

“Hello, Jax!” Mum’s voice bursts through, giddy and warm. “How are you, darling?”

Jax hesitates, staring at the device like it might bite him. Finally, he says, low and cautious, “Uh...hi. I’m fine.”

“Oh my, Xander.” Mum coos. “Even his voice is attractive.”

My stomach drops. “Mum!”

“What? I’m just saying—”

“Nope. Hanging up.”

“Wait, wait!” she rushes. “Don’t hang up. Let me just ask him....Jax, sweetheart, how’s it going with my Xander? I know he can be a bit difficult at times. Gets that from his father. The know-it-all, stubborn streak.”

I groan. “Thanks for the glowing review. Really selling me here.”

“It’s true and you know it, lovebug. When are you coming to visit? Make sure you bring Jax along when you do.” she fires back without missing a beat.

And just like that, Jax’s eyes snap to me, amused grin spreading slow and merciless.

I want the ground to open up. “I’m hanging up. For real this time. I’ll call you later, Mum.”

She makes a desperate little noise, trying to rope me back in, but I end the call anyway, thumb hitting the screen like I’m slamming a door. When I look up, Jax is already smirking, his whole face lit with wicked delight.

“Not. A. Word,” I warn, glaring at him.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, nodding slowly. “Whatever you say, lovebug.”

I drag both hands over my face, because of course he won’t let this die. Then I slip back under the sheets, stretch out until I’m sprawled over him, my head right on his chest. It grounds me instantly, that steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear. I let out a quiet breath and murmur, “Sorry. She was just really excited about saying hi to you.”

I risk a glance up. He’s watching me, unreadable as always, but not angry. That helps. “She’s not exactly the most subtle of people,” I add.

He huffs a soft sound. “She sounded nice.”

I chuckle, low and a little embarrassed. “She is nice. Just...yeah, she can come off too strong, especially if you’re not used to her. The number of times she's embarrassed me in public...” My words trail off. The memory’s still vivid, but it sticks in my throat when I think about what he told me of his own parents. What he didn’t have.

I lift my head and meet his eyes again. They’re steady on me, pulling me in. And it hits me like a tidal wave, I can’t even imagine my life without my family. The thought alone makes my chest tight. And here he is, this man who carries that absence, who still lets me close. The affection rising in me is so sharp, so fierce, I have to kiss him.

So I do. First his cheek, then his mouth, lingering there until I feel him soften beneath me, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

When I pull back, my voice is lower. “Where were we?” My hand drifts down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. I curl my palm around him, stroking slow and deliberate until he’s thick and hard in my hand again. His breath stutters, his chest rising faster against me.

I shift lower, pressing kisses down his stomach, until I’m sliding between his legs. I glance up once more, lips brushing against the head of his cock as I murmur, “Think of this as your chance to get back at me, for throwing you under the bus with that call.”

His hand tangles in my hair instantly, grip tight, eyes already glazed with heat. His voice is a low growl when it comes. “Oh, I definitely intend to.”

My mouth wraps slowly around the head of his cock again, tasting the heat of him on my tongue. The way his chest heaves already....fuck, it gets me going. I hollow my cheeks, take him deeper, dragging my tongue along his length as I pull back.

A low groan tears out of him. His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me there like he doesn’t trust me not to vanish. “Jesus, Xander, how the hell haven’t I fucked this mouth more often?” His voice is ragged and desperate. “Maybe I should make it a fucking routine... every damn day. You get me this hard, this full. I swear, it’s like you need to take it.”

His words shoot straight to my cock. I groan around him, cheeks caving as I sink deeper. He guides me with his grip, pulling me down further and faster, until my throat works around his length and I’m choking on him. My eyes water, spit leaking down my chin, but when I glance up, the sight fucking kills me. Jax’s head tipped back, jaw clenched, face carved with raw pleasure like he’s barely holding himself together.

It’s so hot I can’t not touch myself. My hand slips into my boxers, stroking my own cock in quick, tight pulls while I take him deeper and harder, like I can’t get enough. As always, he loses whatever filter he might’ve had. He’s vocal, cursing every breath. “Fuck, your mouth—so fucking good. Take it, yeah.... Christ, I’m not gonna last.” His hips flex, shallow thrusts into my throat, and I gag around him, the burn only making me hungrier for it.

Then he growls, voice breaking, “I’m gonna come so fucking hard....don’t you dare waste a goddamn thing.”

And I don't. The second he lets go, I swallow like a starved fiend, gulping down the hot, bitter flood of him. It’s so familiar now, the taste of him, sharp and addictive, like it belongs to me. I suck him through every pulse until he’s twitching against my tongue, spent and trembling.

When I crawl back up, I kiss him, messy and lingering, letting him taste himself on my tongue. The look in his eyes, it unravels me in ways I can’t even name.

He grips the back of my neck, holds me there like he doesn’t want me to move an inch. His voice is hoarse, rough as gravel. “Good job, lovebug.”

I freeze, then groan into his chest, lightly punching his arm, half horrified. “You just completely murdered my hard-on. Fucking slaughtered it!”

His laugh rumbles beneath me, and I could really get used to that sound. The deep, unrestrained kind that comes from his chest and shakes through me where I’m pressed against him. I rest there, cheek to his chest, listening as it fades into softer breaths. His fingers are still tangled in my hair, not tugging now, just holding, like he doesn’t want to let me go.

I glance up at him, and he’s already looking at me with that maddening mix of smug and soft. The kind of look that says he knows damn well the effect he has on me, and he hopes it stays that way.