The Only Song (Only You)

33. Jaxon

Chapter 33

Jaxon

“ M orning!” a shopkeeper greets cheerily as I pass by a flower stand. I stop short, coffee and blueberry muffins in one hand, phone in the other as a car horn blares on the busy New York street. “Any flowers for you today?”

My eyes fall around the rainbow assortment of tulips, lilies, roses, and chrysanthemums, each color springing to mind essences of Sadie. Soft pink lips and silky red waves. But it’s the bouquet of sunflowers that catches my eye, the yellow petals bright as her smile. So brilliant and magnetic. It reminds me of how my eyes follow her wherever she goes, like a sunflower to the sun.

I point to them instantly. “Those ones, please.”

“Great choice.” The lady smiles warmly as she wraps them up in brown paper. “Card or cash?”

I pocket my phone in exchange for my wallet and pass her a hundred-dollar bill. “Here. Keep the change.”

She flashes me another bright smile and passes me the flowers. “Have a good day!”

I nod thanks and walk the last few blocks home, hands full of gifts for Sadie because she’s slowly become everything I find worth living for. The way she rolls over in her sleep, her hand searching for me. The loving glint in her eye that peeks at me while we’re in rehearsals. The breathless moans at night that turn to screams of my name as she comes apart over me.

She’s my first breath each morning and my last whisper each night. There’s nothing and no one else who could fill my life the way she does.

When I reach the brownstone doorstep of my home, a melody wafts through a partly open window. I pause, my ear tilting towards the sound of piano pedals shifting above me.

Someone’s playing on my piano. And I know it can only be one person.

I climb the stairs quietly, sunflowers tucked behind my back to surprise her with them. I can’t help but notice how the tune fills the empty space and halls of my home with a warmth and luster that never existed, even when I played the piano myself. I lean in the doorway and let the arpeggios of Claire de Lune roll over me as the sun glances off Sadie on the piano. It illuminates her angelically, dainty fingers rolling expertly over the piano keys. Honey-hazel eyes reflected in the black mirror finish. A small smile on her plush lips. She’s glowing—my angel, my lark, mine.

She senses my gaze and abruptly stops. A blush creeps over the apples of her cheeks as she takes me in, smiling at her from the doorway.

“You surprised me!” she gasps, laughing lightly. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long enough,” I say. “Please, keep playing. It sounds beautiful.”

“But you look like you could use a hand. Is that breakfast?” She jumps off the stool and saunters toward me, a bounce in her step. Her brows pinch the closer she gets as she sees my arm tucked behind me. “Are you hiding something?”

I pull the flowers forward for her and her eyes widen. “These are for you.”

“ Jax ,” she sighs. Her eyes light up even better than I imagined, honey-hazel irises melting into gold as she beams.

“Sunflowers?” she asks and takes the bouquet from my grasp to admire the tall stalks.

“It made me think of you. Or me, actually.”

She looks at me, amused. “Why?”

“Because I’ll follow wherever you shine, Sadie. I’m the sunflower and you’re my sun.”

“Jax,” she says with a thick swallow. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.” The delight in her sigh makes my heart clench, but not as much as the kiss she pulls me in seconds later.

“ You’re beautiful,” I murmur against her lips and she chuckles softly. “Keep playing. I want to hear. I’ll put these aside.”

With a soft giggle, she traipses back to the piano and settles in. Music fills the air as her fingers float over the keys once again and every once in a while, she’ll pop her head up to look for me and smile. Each time our gazes clash, her smile widens and my stomach flutters every single time. How the hell did I get this lucky?

I search for an old vase I kept when I’d received flowers from performances and place the sunflowers in them so I can get back to Sadie and the beautiful music she plays. With the flowers centered on my coffee table, coffee and muffins beside it, I pad towards her and the piano, almost bumping her off the stool.

She pauses playing and laughs. “It’s a little difficult to play if you try and shove me off the stool.”

She bumps her shoulder into me as if to nudge me off.

“Ah. You’re right. Let me fix that.” With a sly grin, I grab her hips, open my legs, and lift her up to sit between them.

“Oh, so I’m just going to play the piano in your lap? Is that it?”

I nuzzle into her neck. “Mmhm.”

“And are you going to distract me the entire time?” she asks even as she tilts her head to make space for me to kiss her neck.

“I’m only a distraction if you stop. Are you going to let me win?”

She glares at me through the mirror reflection of the piano. “No.”

I smirk. “That’s my girl.”

She rolls her eyes, but when my hands trail up her ribs to cup her breasts, a breath shudders out of her.

“Sadie, I don’t think I told you to stop playing the piano,” I murmur and her hips jerk when I bite her earlobe. She responds with an arch of her back, pressing her round ass against my hard cock in a tease, but her hands settle on the piano keys.

“Good girl. Now show me how well you play with my hands between your thighs.”

“Okay.” It comes out breathier than normal and I let her begin playing piano whilst only tracing her upper body. Her breaths start to shallow and her eyes flare with concentration, but she continues to play even as my fingers pull down the front of her dress to expose her tits and circle my thumbs over her hard nipples.

She stiffens suddenly and her head swivels toward the massive bay window we’re beside. “Jaxon. Your neighbors could see us!”

I grin. “Are you forfeiting the challenge then, Sass?”

She sucks in a breath as my fingers pinch her nipples and she moans.

“I didn’t hear you. Are you letting me win?”

“No!” she cries, her hands on the piano keys pressing dissonant chords.

“Then play for me, Sass. Let me hear it and maybe I’ll let you have my cock.”

She curls her fingers over the keys with ragged breaths and starts to play, but this time I have other plans.

My hands drag down her breasts to her hips and when they settle on her thighs, I rasp in her ear. “Open wider, Sadie.” I press my palm on one leg to push it open. “That’s it. Keep one foot on the pedal. Don’t stop playing.”

Her breaths quicken as my fingers trail over her inner thighs and when they begin to scrunch over the hem of her dress, her eyes clench shut.

“Don’t stop playing,” I repeat and her arpeggios fill the air as I drag the soft material up her thighs until they’re bunched at her stomach, her red lacy thong out for all to see. Out for me. They’re wedged between her pussy lips in a way that’s lewd and when I touch a finger to her entrance, the material’s wet.

“Is this for me, Sass?” I ask.

She moans in response and when my finger floats to her clit, she arches, pushing herself into my hand.

“Jaxon!” she cries. Her eyes flutter and her fingers slip on the last note.

“Don’t let me win, Sass. Keep going.” My voice is strained. Even though my focus is on her, my cock strains against my pants behind her and every time she writhes, she rubs against it achingly.

“Jax—”

A phone rings and we freeze. My hands slide to her hips as she reaches to the top of the piano, where her phone continues to vibrate.

“I don’t know who this is,” she whispers, still breathless.

But I do. I recognize the phone number.

I press a kiss to her cheek, already knowing what the call is about. “Answer it.”