“You won’t lose me. We live together, share the same girl, and sleep in the same bed. People know. We’re just not making it obvious.” He twirls his finger through my chest hair. “And I’m okay with whatever you give me. I told you that.”
“You all but demanded a public commitment.”
“I wanted proof. I needed somewhere to express the feelings I had for you when hugging wasn’t enough. I have that now. You’ve given me that.”
“Promise?” I ask, although I don’t believe him. “You’re not going to get all obsessive and jealous and clingy?”
He glances at the ceiling and taps his lip. “Can we get a yacht?”
He’s deflecting, and I shake my head. “You don’t need a yacht.”
“An endless vacation of sex.” He gestures with a wave. “Just think about all?—”
I shut him up with my mouth and tongue. His body returns to mine. He rolls his hips, grinding our erections together, and an icy-hot sensation skitters across my skin.
He breaks away, placing gentle kisses along my jawline. “I want you. I’ll do whatever you say. Now, can you stop ruining my playtime with useless worries? I need my daily dose of Ethan.”
My lips spread into an unrestrained grin, and I forget all about the dark side of Jackson O’Reilly. “You just had me.”
“I want you again…” His teeth graze my throat, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “And again tonight.”
“We’ll be on a plane.”
“Sounds hot. We should get a private jet too. Then I can have you whenever I want.”
Fuck me. He’s going to be my undoing. “You’re insatiable.”
***
Jackson
I was going to take off. I injured him. I put everyone in danger. Reece was shot because of me. Yet, Ethanstillworries about hurting or losing me. Me? When he’s the one who should be disgusted and toss me aside.
For that reason alone, I’ll worship him and his impressive body as long as he lets me. I don’t care if he doesn’t repay the favor in the same way. Getting him off is a huge fucking turn-on.
My knees hug his waist, my weight on my forearms, my fingers in his messy hair, and I kiss him. His lips are full, softer than imagined, but his kiss is fierce, possessive. Add the scratch of his beard, and it’s intoxicating. Purely Ethan.
His hands explore me, tracing the contours of my muscles, ribs, and spine. His touch is electrifying. My hips flex, and I thrust my erection along his.
He palms my ass and grinds into me then tugs at my boxers. “Take these off. I want to feel you bare.”
This is something out of a wet dream, and I’m rock-hard and leaking before I’m even naked.
We both strip, our lips meeting in a chaotic tangle of teeth and tongue. We’re two people consumed by love and lust, lost in the fever of wanting one another.
I slide against him, slick with precum, and my breath hitches. I’m not small by any means, but he’s bigger—not by a lot, only proportional to the rest of him, and my dick is curved upward. He’s perfection.
He releases a drawn-out, rumbling groan that vibrates in his chest.“Fuck, you feel good. You’re dripping all over me.”
I’m incapable of speech. In fact, if he keeps talking dirty, I might blow.
He snakes his arm between our bodies and wraps his hand around us both. His fingers and his cock glide along mine, and my legs tremble. My lips part. Apparently, I’m unable to kiss as well.
“Can you come like this, baby?” He strokes our lengths, firm and rough.
“Yes,” I moan and throb in his tight grip.
“Will you still give me that beautiful mouth of yours? Let me come down your throat.”
