“Fuck, sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything, just grips the pillow tighter. After a minute or two, he starts to squirm. I carefully pull out, then push back in, setting a steady pace.
My eyes close as I relish the feel of him, the way he squeezes my cock. Nothing’s felt this good before, especially when he starts throwing his ass back into me.
“More . . . harder. Faster. Fuck me.” Jackson continues to beg through gritted teeth, and while I try to comply, it's not enough. He plants both hands on the mattress and uses it as leverage as he drives his ass back even more. “Killian! Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me so hard I can’t talk!”
With a snarl, I reach around and grab his throat, pulling his back to my chest as I fuck into him. “Feel good, baby? This how you want it?”
“Harder!”
I bite, suck, and choke him as I give him what he wants until I’m railing into him like a feral beast strung out on crack. Reaching around, I grab his weeping cock and jerk him hard. “Fuck my fist. Get yourself off for me.”
And he does, driving into my fist, then backward onto my cock. His hands clutch my forearm as I squeeze his throat, his moans and the sound of my hips slamming into his ass, filling the room.
“I’m . . . Kill . . . Oh, shit . . . Kill, Kill . . . coming!”
Jackson shouts and clenches around my cock, punching my own orgasm from my body. My hand leaves his throat and wraps around his chest, pulling him against mine as I hold on for my life while pure bliss floods my system. He locks up, a cry instantly dying on his lips.
I fuck into him, using him like a toy, grunting and shouting until I start emptying into the condom.
When my orgasm subsides, I soften my grip and pull free. “God, I’ve never fucked like that before.”
He doesn’t say anything and his body’s still tense and shaking, sweat dripping down his spine.
“Hey, you okay?” This doesn’t feel right. “Jackson?”
“I’m fine. Just . . . clean up and go. Alexei and Eli should be coming back.”
When I grip his shoulder to turn him around, he pulls away. A lump starts to form in my throat, and when he continues to avoid looking at me I get up and go to the bathroom, taking care of the condom and cleaning up.
Jackson meets me at the door, shoving my clothes at me. His nostrils flare, eyes narrowed. But I catch the way his bottom lip trembles. “Jackson—”
“We fucked. Now leave.”
“You’re such an asshole.” I snatch my clothes from him and get dressed. His chest heaves as if he’s barely containing his anger so I don’t even bother putting my shoes on. Pulling the door open, I sigh and turn back. “Are you okay? Did I—”
The bastard shoves me into the hall and I fall on my ass, the door closing. To make matters worse, Petrov and his boyfriend are a few feet away staring at me.
Fuck if I don’t want go back inside and beat the ever-loving shit out of Jackson, but the way his lip trembled, I can’t help but think I did something.
Hurt him somehow.
My throat tightens, and I lift myself up off the ground, then make my way to the elevator. Last thing I need is to lose my shit in front of Petrov, especially after he just watched me get tossed on my ass.
I smash the button for my floor, then punch the wall. Of all the people in the world, why did I have to want Jackson Reed?
Chapter 8
Jackson
The second the door clicks shut, I rush into the bathroom and vomit. But that only makes the pain worse. Each heave sends bolts of agony lancing through my torso, stealing my breath and blurring my vision.
I clutch the porcelain, my knuckles white and my forehead pressed against the cool plastic, trying to will the pain away through sheer force of stubborn determination.
But it's no use.
The throbbing ache in my ribs is a constant, pulsing reminder of the hit I took this morning, the one I've been trying so hard to ignore. My ribs crackle with each shuddering inhale, a sickening counterpoint to the pounding of my heart.
