Inside of You (Jessa & Paxton #2) Read Online Free
Author: Haven Francis
shit.”
“So you’re just using me for my big brain? Keeping me around so I can support you?” she asks, pinching my stomach.
“Yea h, beso. Some day you’re gonna get a big job. Maybe we’ll move to Venice and you can start your design business in L.A. I’ll be a house husband and take care of all of those babies you are gonna pop out for me.”
She laughs at that though t. “Babies?”
“ Yeah, beso – babies. All kinds of cute little girls running around with turquoise eyes and thick, chocolate hair.”
“And little boys with fat, pink mouths and gray eyes.”
“Sure. We can have a couple boys if you want. Uncle Emilio can tat them up and Grandpa can teach them how to roll a joint.”
“Oh my god. I will be in charge of raising the babies. But you can do all the cooking and cleaning.”
“Fine,” I agree, smiling at the idea of having a family with her someday. Of Gabriel being a grandpa.
“That was weird ,” Jessa muses through her laughter, “but that little convo didn’t freak me out at all. I’ve never thought about being a mother. I mean, I never considered that I would have kids someday. But I can see it. With you. A family.”
I’ve been picturing my future with this girl from day one, but I don’t admit that shit to her. “We should probably get started now,” I tell her, my fingers wandering between her legs. She does need to get some rest but it can wait a while.
Her fingers push themselves into my boxer briefs, running down my shaft until she is running them over my balls. Her fingers… they are so fucking good. “No we shouldn’t get started now,” she whispers. “But we can definitely get some practicing in.”
Chapter 2 - Jessa
I feel exhausted as I traipse across campus. By the time Paxton and I finally went back to sleep last night it was five AM. If it wasn’t for the test I just got done taking, I would have just stayed in bed all day. Now I have one more class I gotta get through, then I can go home and get back in his arms.
My eyes are absently scanning the quad, looking for Pax, wondering if he is going to show up here like he does sometimes. I’m thinking about last night, about the sadness in his voice and in his eyes when I found him strumming his guitar in the middle of the night.
Things in Chicago are great right now. We’re great, the band’s great, and, I mean, my tired ass is not enjoying going to class at the moment, but generally I actually kind of love them. But Paxton is always a little sad after he talks to his dad or uncle or cousin on the phone. In my heart I know that Venice is where he belongs, which I guess means it’s where I belong too since my future is Paxton. He’s always telling me all I have to do is say the word and he will stop playing his music. I would never do that. I’ve never felt the need to do that, but I wonder if he ever does. If he wanted to get out, if he wanted to quit playing and go home, would he be willing to tell me that?
My phone starts ringing and I’m expecting it to be him. I pull it out of my pocket and look at Nat alie’s name flashing on the screen “Shit,” I mutter. I’ve been avoiding my best friend from home for the past week. She and her boyfriend Luke got engaged at the end of our senior year and now when I pick up the phone I am stuck in hour long conversation about species of roses, vegan verses vegetarian and various shades of white. Which is fine – if she needs to talk about fonts, I’ll talk about fonts. It’s not why I’ve been avoiding her. I’m avoiding her because I have to tell her that I’m not coming home for spring break like she is expecting me to.
“Hey, Nat,” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.
“What’s up Maid of Honor? Are you actually answering your phone?”
“I’m sorry I hav en’t been picking up your calls,” I tell her as I walk into the design building, heading to my next class.
“So you’ve been ignoring me on
“So you’re just using me for my big brain? Keeping me around so I can support you?” she asks, pinching my stomach.
“Yea h, beso. Some day you’re gonna get a big job. Maybe we’ll move to Venice and you can start your design business in L.A. I’ll be a house husband and take care of all of those babies you are gonna pop out for me.”
She laughs at that though t. “Babies?”
“ Yeah, beso – babies. All kinds of cute little girls running around with turquoise eyes and thick, chocolate hair.”
“And little boys with fat, pink mouths and gray eyes.”
“Sure. We can have a couple boys if you want. Uncle Emilio can tat them up and Grandpa can teach them how to roll a joint.”
“Oh my god. I will be in charge of raising the babies. But you can do all the cooking and cleaning.”
“Fine,” I agree, smiling at the idea of having a family with her someday. Of Gabriel being a grandpa.
“That was weird ,” Jessa muses through her laughter, “but that little convo didn’t freak me out at all. I’ve never thought about being a mother. I mean, I never considered that I would have kids someday. But I can see it. With you. A family.”
I’ve been picturing my future with this girl from day one, but I don’t admit that shit to her. “We should probably get started now,” I tell her, my fingers wandering between her legs. She does need to get some rest but it can wait a while.
Her fingers push themselves into my boxer briefs, running down my shaft until she is running them over my balls. Her fingers… they are so fucking good. “No we shouldn’t get started now,” she whispers. “But we can definitely get some practicing in.”
Chapter 2 - Jessa
I feel exhausted as I traipse across campus. By the time Paxton and I finally went back to sleep last night it was five AM. If it wasn’t for the test I just got done taking, I would have just stayed in bed all day. Now I have one more class I gotta get through, then I can go home and get back in his arms.
My eyes are absently scanning the quad, looking for Pax, wondering if he is going to show up here like he does sometimes. I’m thinking about last night, about the sadness in his voice and in his eyes when I found him strumming his guitar in the middle of the night.
Things in Chicago are great right now. We’re great, the band’s great, and, I mean, my tired ass is not enjoying going to class at the moment, but generally I actually kind of love them. But Paxton is always a little sad after he talks to his dad or uncle or cousin on the phone. In my heart I know that Venice is where he belongs, which I guess means it’s where I belong too since my future is Paxton. He’s always telling me all I have to do is say the word and he will stop playing his music. I would never do that. I’ve never felt the need to do that, but I wonder if he ever does. If he wanted to get out, if he wanted to quit playing and go home, would he be willing to tell me that?
My phone starts ringing and I’m expecting it to be him. I pull it out of my pocket and look at Nat alie’s name flashing on the screen “Shit,” I mutter. I’ve been avoiding my best friend from home for the past week. She and her boyfriend Luke got engaged at the end of our senior year and now when I pick up the phone I am stuck in hour long conversation about species of roses, vegan verses vegetarian and various shades of white. Which is fine – if she needs to talk about fonts, I’ll talk about fonts. It’s not why I’ve been avoiding her. I’m avoiding her because I have to tell her that I’m not coming home for spring break like she is expecting me to.
“Hey, Nat,” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.
“What’s up Maid of Honor? Are you actually answering your phone?”
“I’m sorry I hav en’t been picking up your calls,” I tell her as I walk into the design building, heading to my next class.
“So you’ve been ignoring me on
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