Page 84 of Pure Chaos


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But before she can lean away, I grab the back of her head and bring her mouth back to mine. She kisses me like I’m the answer to something she’s been running from her whole life.

I go for the bottom of her sweater, and tear it over her head, my hands palming her breasts through her bra. I hook my fingers under the straps of her bra and snap them loose, the sound punctuating the air between us.

Jenna kicks her shoes off and shoves her jeans and underwear down. I follow suit, and let mine drop wherever they land.

I want her, all of her.

She climbs onto the desk and kicks the pictures of the fire to the floor. Pages scatter, fluttering down in a mess of dates and names that don’t mean shit compared to the way she looks at me.

I step between her knees and lift her by the hips, dragging her to the edge so her ribs press into my chest, her hands in my hair, yanking, needy. She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, but I groan into her.

I think this is the only woman I’d ever fucking break orders for.

I tip her back, hands latching around the bare blue-veined lines of her hips and hauling her forward. She pulls me in by my hair, all animal. Her thighs wrap around me like she’s trying to snap my spine in two, and I let her, crushing my body into hers until the pain is as good as pleasure.

I bury my cock in her wet pussy, and hide my face in her neck.

I’m not gentle as I start to thrust. There’s no space here for tenderness, not after everything we’ve done to each other. Jenna drags my mouth to her throat, claws down my back, then bites my shoulder so hard I hiss between my teeth.

“Fuck, Little Liar,” I groan, just as she starts to rock her hips into mine. She clings to me, her anger and desperation fading as the pleasure tenses the muscles in her legs wrapped around me.

“Oh god,Cal.”She’s screams when she comes around my shaft, and I tip my head back to watch as her face contorts with the orgasm.

I’m going to make her do this every day for the rest of her fucking life.

She keeps her eyes open and on me as she finishes. I feel her clench around me, tight as a fist once more, and that’s what pushes me over. I grind into her, nerves going white-hot, every muscle seizing with the need to finish.

I let it, and for one perfect moment there’s no calculations running in the background. There’s only her, the shake in her thighs, and the heat of her mouth dragging my name out of the fire.

I keep my hands locked around her hips, holding her in place even after it’s over, like if I let go, she’ll evaporate and take the last of my luck with her.Maybe that would be for the best, given the drama and lies she comes with.

But honestly, fuck all the chaos she might bring.

I’m keeping her.

Epilogue

Jenna

One year later…

I stareat the farm ledger, trying to make sense of Calvin’s most recent expenses.Why did he buy so many new chainsaws?I’m mid-highlight as a reminder to ask him, when the door slams open and Molly barrels in.

Her hair is blue at the ends now, a new rebellion since last week. She flops onto the corner of the desk with a sigh, scattering half the paperwork to the floor. She doesn’t even acknowledge it.

“Emergency,” she says, but she’s grinning.

I arch an eyebrow. “Did you break another chainsaw? Because if so, no big deal. Your dad just bought like four of them.”

She makes a face as she glances down at the ledger. “They were probably on sale. But it’s not about my dad and his saw fetish. It’s about my mom.”

I lean back, all of a sudden wary. There are emergencies, and then there are ex-wife emergencies, and I’m not sure which ismore hazardous to my health. Maren usually keeps to herself, but also… She still scares me somedays.

“She’s dating again.” Molly says this with the practiced melodrama. “And I actually like this one. He’s…nice.”

“Nice?” I echo. “But not the hit over the head with a lamp sort of nice?”

“No, the real kind of nice.” She bursts into a laugh, curling her lip. “He helps with dinner, and he listens to finance podcasts instead of sports, and he talks to me like I’m a grown ass adult—oh, andnevertalks about Dad.”