Slamming into her so deep she can’t breathe.
Her third orgasm takes her without warning—violent, pulsing, unstoppable. She sobs his name like it’s all she knows.
Only then does he let go.
He pulls out just far enough to slam back in and cum hard, spilling deep, hips grinding, his mouth on her neck, her name growled like a vow.
They collapse together—sweaty, ruined, breathless.
The sheets are soaked. The room is thick with sex and silence.
Neither of them says a word.
Because right now—nothing needs to be said.
Not yet.
30
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Dinnershould’vebeentwohours ago, but the girls were still lounging in towels, wrapped in steam and the soft hum of Jaxon’s house.
“We need to eat,” Sara said, pulling the towel tighter around her as she padded barefoot into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, expecting a half-empty bachelor setup. Instead…
“Damn,” she muttered. “Does Jaxon moonlight as a chef in his free time?”
“What makes you say that?” Macie called from the hallway.
“His fridge looks like he robbed a damn grocery store.”
“Maybe he just went shopping.”
“I mean… his steaks were good.”
“Grilling and cooking aren’t the same thing.”
Sara didn’t answer. She was already halfway to the pantry, opening the door and stepping back when she saw the shelf of seasonings—rows of them, neatly lined, well-used.
She whistled. “Yeah, he can cook. Definitely not a salt-and-pepper-only kind of guy.”
She started pulling things out. Ground beef. Tortillas. A tomato. Jalapeño. Bell pepper. “We’re making tacos. Quick. Easy. Spicy.”
The girls rotated showers while Sara cooked, moving like she belonged there—barefoot, wet hair up, dicing vegetables in someone else’s kitchen without blinking. By the time everyone was back downstairs, the house smelled like heaven with a kick.
As they all sat down, plates full and eyes starving, Macie smirked.
“Who’s gonna tell him we’re devouring his food?”
“I’ll replace everything,” Sara shrugged, tossing some crumbled fresco on her taco like it was hers to use.
Halfway through inhaling them, Taylor groaned. “These are so good.”
“I still can’t believe how much stuff he has here,” Macie added. “Like… ingredients. Real ones.”
“I can,” Sara said. “I’ve seen his house. This man has a bathtub big enough to baptize someone. Of course he has chipotle powder and fresh garlic.”
The table broke into laughter.
