I smile, taking him deeper.
His eyes never leave mine as I slide him in and out of my mouth, circling him with my tongue. I clasp the base of his dick with my hand, moving it up and down, while my mouth torments his crown, letting my body take over.
Jax raises a hand and bites down on his wrist, his eyes rolling back in his head.
My movements become faster until he grabs me around the waist, pulling me off him and crushing me to his chest. His body vibrates, jerking against me. Warm jets hit the bare skin of my stomach.
Jaxson captures my face in his hands, his mouth devouring mine. I kiss him back until both of us pull away, panting. He rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Kathryn Frazer,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.
“Is that what you say to all the girls, after you come all over their stomach?”
A flush darkens his cheek.
“No, and this is not something I expected, or could have imagined in my wildest dreams.”
“You dream about me?” I ask, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.
“For years. Since I first met you.”
“You never said anything. All the times we’ve talked.”
He brushes hair from my forehead.
“You’re my best friend’s little sister. He’ll kill me if he ever finds out what we’ve done. You’re off limits.”
“And now?”
“And now. I’m damned. One taste, and you’ve hooked me. I’m yours.”
I run a hand over his cheek, my fingers tracing his beautiful bone structure. He takes my hand and kisses my palm.
“We better get cleaned up,” Jax says, his eyes dropping to the sticky mess coating us both.
“This way.”
I get up and take his hand, leading him to the en-suite.
My room is one of the only ones with an en-suite, but I pay for it. I’ll miss it, but not enough to put up with the shit that goes with living with this group of girls.
I set the water going and strip out of the rest of my clothes.
“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” I say, stepping under the spray.
My heart constricts at Jax’s sexy grin.
CHAPTER 24
JAX
My arms slice through the water, my muscles quivering from the abuse, but I’m past caring. Anger bubbles deep inside my chest as my brain whirs.
Kathryn Frazer has once again fucked with my head, something I swore I’d never let happen again, only this time it’s not only her.
I turn in the water and head to shore, slowing my pace to let my muscles cool down. Years of training cannot be ignored, despite my racing heart and overactive mind.
I stumble up the beach, dropping onto a sun lounger and closing my eyes.
