Katherine patted her lap. It was an invite, but her eyes showed worry. A mix of mom care and storm.
'Okay, Jax. This is it. The point of no return. But damn, look at her. Those curves were made to be worshipped, not worried over. Get your head in the game, you idiot.'
He slid closer. Then whispered. "Aunt Katherine... Are you... are you absolutely sure about this?"
Her answer was a slow nod. Her voice shook. "I want to help you, Jax. To ease whatever burden you carry. But we must be… careful. The baby…" Her voice trailed off. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants.
Her hand shook a bit. She reached for his zipper. Tried to free him from his boxers. Where he had hidden it in shame.
Her cool fingers brushed his hard length through the fabric. He jerked. A sharp hiss escaped his lips.
"Shh, it's alright," she soothed. Her mom side came out. Then she slipped her hand inside. Wrapped her fingers around his cock.
