Contrary to the title of the song he played, he is anything but gentle. He heeds my petition and plows into me with punishing thrusts, owning my every cell. His hands roam, tweaking and brushing and commanding. The rings of his ladder conquer my G-spot with alarming precision. And he uses the window to his full advantage, smashing my breasts against it to garner the friction my nipples yearn for, so I am truly exposed to the city at large, declaring I’m his from a bird’s-eye view.
“Fuck, Tess. You should see how goddamn good we look. The way you swallow me. Your pussy weeping and molding to my cock.” With one hand still on my clit, his other wraps around my throat, lifting my chin to stare at New Orleans. “We both have a perfect view. You see my kingdom, and I see my queen.”
His queen.
I can’t fully process that sentiment because he drives into me more vigorously, his embrace on me tightening to secure better leverage, and in a flash, I’m teetering on the brink. “I’m gonna … I’m gonna come, Mad.”
“I’ve got you,” he husks out, the vow cascading over my scorching flesh to elicit glorious chills. “Going with you.”
Our collective moans harmonize with the music, the soupy air and our panting breaths steaming the glass before us. But I don’t lose sight of the city or the reflection of the sculpted man pounding into me. He’s everywhere. Everything. Pulsing inside me with an exclamation of promises I don’t fully comprehend, but long to get lost in. At least for tonight.
“That’s my girl,” he growls. “So fucking pretty, coming on my cock.”
And as we both shake and soar, a cresting wave of oblivion as vivid as the sunset surging through us, he etches himself on my insides, branding me, his words claiming the same.
“You’re all mine. Everything you see is yours. This is your fortress now, baby.”
MADDOX
Me: I am good and truly fucked.
Cash: I have waited my entire life for this text.
Axel: What did you do?
Ryker: My money is on Tessa.
Jax: Of course the guy who chased his wife for twenty years would jump to a woman.
Since Jax cleared my path up here, he’s well aware that a woman is the culprit, but that’s him having my back.
Me: It’s a wise bet.
Ryker: Did you sniff her hair?
Me: I sniffed a lot more than her hair.
Axel: What happened to not kissing and telling? I see where this is headed. How do we make it stop?
Me: Impossible. That’s the issue, Papa Axe. I never want to stop smelling any part of her. I want her to smother me in piña colada and Pixy Stix.
Axel: Dear fuck. TMI.
Cash: Her hating you worked out. Revenge is sweet.
Me: So fucking sweet.
Jax: Sweet doesn’t sound like a problem.
Me: I think I freaked her out. I’ve lost my fucking mind over this girl. Intrigue to infatuation to obsession to can’t let her out of my sight. Or breathe without wanting to sniff her goddamn hair.
Me: I want to chain her to me. I didn’t tell her that. Not exactly. I said shit that was pretty close though. How the hell do people function like this?
Ryker: Lock it down. It’ll only get worse if you don’t.
Cash: And the bulldozer strikes again. Ignore him and play aloof. Otherwise, she’ll bolt.
Me: Aloof I can do. I’m the fucking emperor of aloof.
