The Pull | Jax Teller

Giving Back

Delilah was prepared for her son to mess up her sleeping schedule. However, she wasn't prepared for Jax to be a culprit as well. Since it's her day off, she was trying to enjoy the comfort of her bed and get as much sleep as she could when she felt the tickling of Jax's stubble on her stomach.

"You know you're making it very hard to sleep." She informed him.

"Sorry," Jax replied with a not-so-innocent smile.

"No, you're not."

Jax chuckled before he made a home between her thighs as he hovered over her.

And in a million years, Delilah honestly thought she would never be here under Jax Teller and having his child. She never pictured it. Never even thought of Jax in that way. She never thought of him as a man who would settle down and want to start a family.

She loved Jax, she did. Growing up he was family, a close friend. She could count on him for everything. But she was certain now that she was beginning to feel a different type of love she didn't know if she was equipped in understanding.

And she found it scary. She found all of this scary. Motherhood and her blossoming relationship with Jax. She wondered if he did too or if this was easy for him.

She brought her hands up into his long blonde hair. It's hard to imagine him being 30 years old considering he still had his boyish charms. She knew better than to voice that to him. But he was beautiful with those blue eyes that are much older than he was. She remembered when they first started changing. It was when he told her that he killed a man for the first time. Then there was that body that she knew a lot of women have gotten a sample of, but outside of his physical beauty she always thought the most beautiful part of Jax was his heart.

She knew he was a man that loves hard and deep. She wasn't sure if he realized it, but he did. There weren't a lot of people that could say have embedded themselves in Jax's heart. She liked to think she may be one of them.

"What are you thinking in there?" Jax asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Are we crazy?" She asked him quietly.

The smile in his eyes dimmed a little as his blue eyes turned into something different. A frown toyed with his lips before a small smile tugged at them. "I'll answer that later."

Her hands trailed up his arms before they came across his bare chest, and his hands went to her pajama-covered hips. He then trailed up her side to the unremarkably baggy shirt he had pushed up and then pulled it over her head.

Jax pressed a burning kiss to her lips.

Delilah moaned deliriously as she couldn't seem to get enough of him. It always seemed that he couldn't kiss or touch her enough. They removed any lingering clothes in record time as if they were about to devour a feast.

He began kissing her jaw as one hand cupped her swollen breasts. She closed her eyes and exhaled. She squirmed and hissed with his little touches. She groaned shamelessly when he placed his mouth on her other breast.

His name became a broken plea on her lips within mere minutes. However, neither of them expected her to fall apart so quickly as her spine stiffened and her body shook from the easy release.

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily, while Jax grinned down at her. "Don't look so smug."

Jax gave her a dirty little smirk before he started slowly kissing down her neck and he moved her legs around his waist and he slid in.

Jax fit her in a way other men haven't before.

And this time, he was slow and gentle with his thrusts. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and soon they were breathing in each other's air.