“Fuck off.”
I’m not going anywhere without him. I bury myself to the hilt and come to terms with the body-shaking pleasure of having him wrapped so tight around me. He is hot breaths and liquid heat. Teeth on my neck and blunt nails digging into my shoulders. I start to thrust,slowly, again, but he doesn’t need my caution. He arches up and moves against me. Raw moans fall from his unhinged lips, and I’m so fucking gone. So lost in him I can’t see a point where I’ll ever be anything else.
Rhythm builds, deep and fast. Jax grips my ass again, urging me on, head flung back, throat exposed. Sweat slicks our skin. It’s hard to look at him with my eyes in the back of my head, but god, I feel him in every millimeter of my red-hot veins.
I pull out and flip him over. Slide back in without the due care I took the first time.
Jax pushes back against me. His thighs hit mine.Fuckyes.But I’m scared too, of the most ridiculous thing.I’ve wanted this for so long, and in my dirtiest daydreams I’ve imagined tumbling Jax to this bed and fucking him all night, but the reality of being inside him is so consuming there’s zero chance we’ll get that far.
I don’t want this to end.
But I can’t stop. I move inside him again, finding the hypnotic rhythm that’s already got me set to blow. Skin and friction. It’s all we are. And I want more and more and more.
I drive deeper into him. He sinks to his forearms and a filthy curse spills out of him. My chest is fused to his back. I bury my face in his neck, hunching over him. His muscular body fits mine like a glove. A blood-pumping wave of pleasure rocks me and a hoarse groan bursts from my lungs. “I’m gonna come.”
Jax flails a hand back and digs his fingers into my hips. “Me first.”
I don’t know if it’s an order or a warning. Then he arches his back and his ragged cry consumes me in a heat so intense I don’t recognize the sounds I make. I wrap my arm around him and fight hard, but I lose. Jax’s head drops. He comes, and I press deeper into him and follow him off the edge.
For long moments after, there is no sound, save for my pulse banging against my eardrums. I’m fucking shell-shocked, or shell-shocked by fucking. Either way, I’m the best kind of mess I’ve been for a very long time. I withdraw, shaking, my nerves jumping with an energy that should’ve been sated.
Jax is wrecked. He rests his head on his forearm, breathing heavy, his strong back rippling with the effort to put himself back together. His skin has reddened patches all over where I’ve manhandled him, and I kind of feel bad for him.
Because this isn’t over.
Chapter Sixteen
Jax
Tanner fucks me all night long. There isn’t an inch of his mattress we don’t cover, and by the time dawn breaks, I’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood has heard me come. And him, cosfuck, neither of us are quiet. And I love that. His easy passion lights me on fire, even now, hours after we first tumbled to his bed.
He rolls me onto my side and presses inside me again, his hands slipping on my sweat-sheened skin as he curves around me. His strong arms hold me tight as he fucks me hard enough to rattle my bones, but I’m so ready for it. Cos I love that too. I fist the sheets and punch his mattress. I’ve already shot my load too many times to count, but the orgasm barreling through me now is unreal.
Tanner’s breathing grows ragged. He grasps the back of my neck with one hand and holds me down with the other. My hands fly back to grip his thighs, drawing him deeper. He hits every spot inside me, and I’m so fucking done. I come just as his dick starts to erupt in me.
He slips out of me and leaves the bed to get rid of the condom. I hold out for the six seconds it takes him to come back, then we finally knock out.
At least, I do. It’s daylight when I open my eyes again. Tanner’s awake, of course. I wonder if he ever truly sleeps. He stares at me. I stare right back, and a stillness surrounds us that wasn’t there before. As if the frantic nature of our attraction to each other was making everything cloudy.
Noisy.
My desire for him is far from sated, but I can breathe through it now, and I revel in the fact he hasn’t spoken yet. That the spell is unbroken. Sometimes I’m so frustrated with his silence I could fucking shake him, but when he’s like this I remember that none of it matters. That we have time. And I’m so blessed that a man so fucking sweet wants to be with me that I have no right to complain. About anything. Ever.
Tanner touches my face. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“All kinds of nothing.”
“Is that a lie?”
“No. It’s the best I can do right now.”
I say it with a smile and I get my reward in the form of his slow grin.
“Sounds fair,” he says. “I’m gonna make some coffee. You want tea?”
I nod and he leaves me. I think about sitting up and hobbling to the bathroom, but his bed sucks me down deeper and I stay where I am. My head’s in a good place, but my body issore, a fact Tanner is quick to notice when he comes back with two mugs.
“Did I hurt you last night?”
