JAY JAY POV
I leaned in, pressing my lips against the pulse point on his neck, giving him a sharp, playful nip.
Keifer let out a low, ragged groan that vibrated through my entire body. The sound was like music to my ears
I smiled against his skin, feeling a rush of power. "Not so strong now, are we?" I teased, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt to trace the hard lines of his chest.
Keifer's breath hitched, his hands tightening on my waist. "You've gotten bold, Jay," he rasped, his voice sounding strained.
"I learned from the best," I whispered back. My confidence was soaring, fueled by the month of longing and the sheer intensity of having him back. Before I could overthink it—before my logic could kick back in—I let my hand wander lower, dragging my fingers purposefully toward the waistband of his jeans.
What the hell am I doing?! My inner voice was screaming, but my body wasn't listening. I was tired of the distance, tired of the video calls
"Jay-Jay," Keifer warned, his eyes snapping open. They were dark, hooded, and filled with a dangerous mix of desire and the struggle to keep his promise to my dad.
"Yours," I breathed against his lips, cutting off any further protest.
My fingers slipped inside, finding him. He was already hard, already wanting me as much as I wanted him. The realization that he was this affected by me, even after being away for so long, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins.
"Tss," he gasped, his head snapping back against the seat. "Jay... if you don't stop... your dad is going to have to bury me today."
"Then let him," I muttered, kissing him again. "Because I'm not letting you go back to London without remembering exactly who you belong to."
I could feel the heat radiating off him as my hand finally closed around the length of him. He was completely rock hard, pulsing against my palm, and the sheer reality of it made my own heart hammer against my ribs.
I didn't give him a chance to recover. I started to move my hand, a slow, steady rhythm that I knew would drive him over the edge. I watched him—watched the way his jaw clenched, the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the car seat
"Fuck, Jay... faster," Keifer hissed, his voice nothing more than a broken growl.
I obeyed, increasing the speed, my eyes locked on his. I wanted to see every flicker of pleasure, every bit of the control he was losing.
He arched his back, a guttural sound escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered shut. "You're... you're going to be the death of me, Mutya," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths.
"Then at least you'll die happy," I whispered, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear.
The air in the back of the car was thick and heavy, smelling of his expensive cologne and the raw, electric tension between us. Every time my thumb brushed against the tip, he let out a sharp, hitching breath that made me want to push him even further.
He was trembling now, his whole body taut like a wire about to snap. I shifted closer, my own body aching for him, but I focused everything on my hand. I wanted him to feel every single second of what he'd been missing.
"Jay—" he groaned, his hands flying to my wrists, not to pull me away, but to hold me there, to guide me as he reached his limit. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop..."
I nodded, my breath hitched as I watched him. Seeing him like this—vulnerable, desperate, and completely at my mercy—sent a rush through me that was better than any drug. I increased the friction, my hand becoming a blur as I focused on the way his body reacted to every move I made.
"Normally... I'm the one who makes you come," Keifer managed to grit out through clenched teeth, his eyes snapping open to glare at me with a mix of heat and disbelief. "But Jay... taking the lead now, aren't we?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his heated skin. "I thought my husband deserved a reward after a whole month of hard work," I whispered.
Keifer froze. The word husband hit him like a physical blow. He had called me his wife and Mrs. Watson a thousand times, but hearing me claim him back—hearing me acknowledge our future so casually and boldly—stripped away the last of his composure.
"Fuck, Jay," he groaned, lunging forward to capture my lips in a kiss that tasted like fire and longing. When he finally broke away, his forehead rested against mine, his chest heaving. "I'm close... please... go faster."
He was begging. The King was actually begging.
"Since you asked so nicely," I teased, but I didn't hold back. I poured everything into the rhythm, my fingers working him with a speed and precision that had him arching off the seat.
He gripped my shoulders, his head falling back as his breath came in short, sharp hitches. "Jay—! Mutya!"
The tension in the car reached a breaking point. I could feel the tremors racking his large frame, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held onto me for dear life. I didn't stop, pushing him further and further until finally, with one last guttural cry of my name, he finally broke.
He collapsed against me, his heart thudding like a drum against my chest, his skin slick with sweat. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of our synchronized, ragged breathing.
"Welcome home keifer" I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling his hand come up to shakily stroke my hair.
When he finally pulled back, I looked down at my hand. It was... well, covered.
"Eww," I wrinkled my nose, the realization of what I'd just done finally catching up to my dignity. Without thinking, I reached out and started rubbing the wetness off onto his expensive shirt. "Gross, Keifer! You're messy."
Keifer let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a fresh shiver down my spine. "Tss. You're the one who did it, Mutya. Don't go acting all innocent now."
Before I could snap back with a witty come back of my own, he moved. In one swift, fluid motion, he grabbed my wrist.
"Since you're so worried about the mess," he murmured, his voice sounding like velvet, "how about you help me clean it up?"
He pulled my hand toward his face. My eyes widened as he guided my own fingers toward my lips. Before I could protest, he pressed them against my mouth, forcing me to taste the salt and the heat of what we'd just shared.
"Keifer!" I muffled against my own hand, my face exploding into a shade of red that probably glowed in the dark.
"Tss. Delicious, right?" He grinned, his thumb tracing the corner of my mouth to catch a stray drop. He looked absolutely satisfied—like a King who had just reclaimed his throne "Now we're even."
I pulled my hand away, huffing as I tried to find my shirt in the dark. "You really are the King of Assholes. I take it back—I'm not marrying you. I'm calling the wedding off!"
"Too late, Mrs. Watson," he said, pulling me back into a tight hug, ignoring the mess and the heat. "You've already tasted the commitment. There's no going back now."
"I think we should go home. Tita is waiting for you," I said, my voice finally regaining some of its breath. I started straightening my clothes, trying to ignore the way my heart was still hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
Keifer let out a long, reluctant exhale. He looked like he wanted to stay in this abandoned bypass forever, tucked away from the rest of the world. "Tss. Fine. My mother can be more terrifying than a London board of directors when she's kept waiting."
Before he climbed back into the driver's seat, he leaned in one last time. He didn't go for my lips; instead, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his new beard slightly ticklish against my skin. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss right there, his breath hot and possessive.
"I'm home, Jay-Jay," he murmured against my pulse. "And this time, I'm not going anywhere without you."
I felt a lump form in my throat—the good kind.
"You better not," I whispered, reaching up to ruffle his hair one last time before he pulled away. "Now drive, Watson. Before I decide to leave you here after all."
He chuckled, that signature arrogant smirk returning to his face as he hopped into the front.
We finally reached Tita Serina's house after battling the never-ending Manila traffic. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway, Keigan and Keiran were already there, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Kuya!" Keiran shouted, throwing himself at Keifer the second he stepped out of the car.
"I missed you, Kuya," Keiran muttered into his shirt.
"I missed you too, brat," Keifer replied, his voice softening as Keigan joined the hug, flanking him on the other side.
Tss. Look at them. They're actually cute when they're bonding and not trying to kill each other. I stood back for a second, enjoying the sight of the Watson brothers reunited, before we all started heading inside.
But as Keifer pushed the front door open, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Why is it so dark in here? Did the power go out?"
"Maybe Tita forgot to pay the bill," I teased, slipping past him toward the kitchen.
"Jay-Jay, here!" Eman whispered loudly, emerging from the shadows of the pantry to hand me a large, decadent Black Forest cake—Keifer's favorite.
"Thanks, Eman," I whispered back, making sure the candles were lit. Luckily, I had managed to fix my clothes and hair in the car, so I didn't look like I had just been "devoured" on an abandoned highway.
"Jay? Mom? Where the hell are you?" Keifer's voice boomed from the hallway, sounding more frustrated by the second.
That was the signal.
"Lights on, guys!" I yelled.
Click.
The room exploded into light and a rain of confetti. Keifer flinched, his hand instinctively going up to shield his eyes as the entire group jumped out from their hiding spots. I stepped forward, holding the glowing Black Forest cake, and started singing the lyrics I had spent the last two nights writing in my notebook.
"Happy birthday, Keifer,You act tough but we all know the truth.You glare at everyone in the room,But give you cake and you stop the gloom."
Section E joined in, their voices loud and off-key, making the whole thing sound like a beautiful mess. Keifer's jaw dropped slightly, his eyes fixed on me as I kept going, a playful smirk on my face.
"Happy birthday, Keifer dear,Even though you say 'don't come near.'You pretend you don't like the cheer,But your lollipop says otherwise, my dear."
Percy and Eman were howling at the lollipop line, while Keigan and Keiran were clutching their stomachs from laughing so hard. Keifer's face was turning a shade of pink that rivaled my blush from earlier.
"Happy birthday, Keifer bro,Your resting face says 'please don't show.'But once the cake begins to glow,You're suddenly not that cold, you know."
"Happy late birthday to our favorite headache!" I finished, beaming at him.
I stood there, slightly breathless, waiting for his reaction. I had stayed up late thinking of those rhymes—embarrassing as they were—just to see this exact look on his face.
"Tss," Keifer finally muttered, though his eyes were glistening with more than just the candlelight. He looked at the cake, then back at me. "You wrote that, didn't you, Mutya?"
"What? No, it was a group effort," I lied badly, my face heating up.
"Liar," he whispered, leaning down so only I could hear him over the cheers of Section E. "I know your brand of 'Tss' anywhere. It's the worst song I've ever heard. I love it."
"Asshole," I mouthed. "Now blow out your candles, King. Your subjects are getting hungry."
He closed his eyes for a second—making a wish that I secretly hoped involved the two of us—and blew them out. The house erupted in cheers, and for the first time in over a month
Keifer took the cake knife and carefully sliced into the dark chocolate layers. Instead of taking a bite himself, he took a small piece and fed it to Tita Serina first. Tita's eyes crinkled with such a soft, motherly pride that it made my heart ache in the best way possible.
Then, he turned to me and fed me a bite, the rich frosting melting on my tongue.
"Tita, look! Your son is already forgetting me," I teased, slipping my arm around Tita Serina's waist and hugging her tight. "He fed you first! I think I'm being demoted."
Keifer let out a low chuckle, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my cheek. "Mom comes first, then you, Mutya. That's the hierarchy. Get used to it."
I leaned my head against Tita's shoulder, sticking my tongue out at him, but inside, I was beaming. Seeing him treat his mother with such respect and tenderness made my heart swell.
They say if you want to know how a man will treat his wife, look at how he treats his mother.(A/N-FIND A MAN LIKE THAT)
And looking at Keifer—the way he looked at Tita, and the way he looked at me—I knew I was in the best hands.
"You're lucky I love Tita more than I love you right now," I joked.
"Liar," Keifer whispered, his gaze dropping to my lips for a split second, reminding me of the "devouring" he did back in the car. "You're just happy you don't have to share your cake with the boys yet."
"SHOT NA!" Section E started chanting again, breaking our moment.
"Tss. Fine," Keifer groaned, turning toward his rowdy friends. "But if anyone touches the Black Forest before Jay-Jay gets a second slice, you're all dead."
I watched him go, a silly smile plastered on my face.
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