Sienna

For a second, neither of us moved. The sound of my phone buzzing upstairs faded into the background. All I could hear was the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing — the quiet hum of the garage between us.

Then Jaxon’s eyes locked on mine, and something in the air shifted.

He dropped the rag he was holding, took a slow step toward me, then another, his dick bulging through his short. My back brushed against the wall — that same old wall, cool against my skin, rough with faint marks from before.

“Jax,” I whispered, but my voice barely came out.

He didn’t say anything. He just reached...