She comes with my name on her lips, her body tightening around me, and it’s so intense, so perfect, that I follow her over almost immediately, burying myself deep. For a long moment, we just stay like that, connected, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
Finally, I pull out carefully and roll onto my back, pulling her against my side. She comes willingly, draping herself across my chest, her leg thrown over mine.
“That was ...” She trails off.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”
We lay in comfortable silence, and I can feel something settling between us. Something solid and real and terrifying in the best way.
“Jax?” she says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me feel like I matter. Like I’m worth fighting for.” She lifts her head to look at me. “Chett never made me feel that way. Even before the cheating, I always felt like I was tryingto earn his love. Like I had to be perfect to deserve him. But with you ... I don’t feel that way. I just feel ... seen.”
My chest tightens painfully. “You are seen, Sloane. All of you. The messy parts, the scared parts, the strong parts. And I like all of it.”
She smiles, but there are tears in her eyes. “How are you real?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” I wipe away a tear that’s escaped.
12
JAX
Waking up this morning to Sloane sliding her hand over my morning wood makes me think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Good morning,” she purrs against my ear, her hand wrapping around me, stroking slowly.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hips jerk up into her touch. “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” She nips at my earlobe. “I want you. Is that okay?”
Is that okay? Is she serious? “More than okay,” I manage, my brain still trying to catch up with what’s happening.
She straddles me, and I realize she’s completely naked, her body warm and soft above mine. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans down to kiss me, deep and hungry.
“I’ve been awake for an hour,” she admits between kisses. “Just watching you sleep. Thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“An hour?” My hands find her hips, gripping tight. “You could have woken me sooner.”
“I liked watching you. You look peaceful when you sleep.” She sits up, positioning herself over me. “But now I’m done watching.”
She sinks down onto me slowly, and we both groan at the sensation. She’s so wet, so ready, and the sight of her above me, hair messy, cheeks flushed, taking what she wants, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“God, you feel good,” she breathes, starting to move. “So good.”
I let her set the pace at first, my hands roaming her body, her thighs, her hips, her breasts. But when she starts riding me faster, harder, I can’t stay passive anymore. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, and take control.
“My turn,” I growl, flipping us so she’s on her back beneath me.
She gasps, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist. “Jax?—”
“You started this,” I tell her, driving into her deep. “Now I’m finishing it.”
