“Fuck yeah, you did. That was the first time you let me come in your mouth.”

“I was just concerned about your upholstery,” I told him with a smirk.

“And I was just concerned with your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock,” he said in that deep, sexy voice of his. Damn, I could orgasm just listening to him, I thought as wetness pooled between my legs.

I pulled out the last item in the box, his football jersey from college. I slipped it on over my head and tugged it down. “Still fits,” I said with a smile. I hefted my breasts in both hands. “Except it’s a little tighter up top now. I have a bit more boobage after having Carrie.”

“Keep touching your tits like that if you want to get fucked on the floor of this closet,” he growled, simultaneously moving the box to the side and pulling me closer.

“Wait, there’s something else in here,” I said, reaching and pulling out what looked like a receipt as Axel’s mouth nibbled on my full breasts through the jersey. “Oh, it’s just an old—” My voice stopped working when I turned the little piece of paper over and read it. “Ax, what is this?” I asked as my eyes moved over his handwriting.

Blaire, I love you. I’m so sorry. I love our baby and want you both so much. I have our box. Call me. Please. -Love, Ax

I ran my fingers over the words, feeling his anxiety in the slightly faded ink. He lifted his head and said, “I was hoping you would come back for the box, so I left you that note. After I talked to Beau and found out you were gone, I went back for it because I didn’t want anyone else finding it.”

I put the note back in the box and wrapped my legs tightly around Axel’s waist. “I think I would like to get fucked on the floor of your closet now,” I murmured.

He grabbed two handfuls of my ass, rocking me against his steel rod of a cock. “You feel how hard you’ve got me, baby?” He slid one hand up my back to cup the back of my head, anchoring me to him as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. “I want to squirt my cum deep inside your hot little pussy while you’re wearing this jersey.”

He leaned me back onto the carpeted floor and rose to his knees. “Ax, go make sure Carrie’s still asleep,” I panted.

“Be right back,” he said, rising deftly to his feet. He was back thirty seconds later. “Still sleeping like an angel. I locked the bathroom door, so she doesn’t walk in on me fucking the shit out of her… mother… oh, God, Bear.” His words slowed as he noticed me on my knees, naked except for his jersey.