So in my not-so-humble opinion, the only pervert who was hanging around to listen to me and Jax fuck was him.
13
Jax
Maybe it was pitiful, how easily distracted I was?—
But no, fuck that. There was nothing commonplace or dismissible about my mate slipping his hand into mine, announcing to the whole damn pack that he wanted me.
My heart squeezed hard—a feeling that left me dazed and happy to trail after Dakota as he pulled me to our room.
Ourroom.
No way, would I have allowed him to continue occupying space with the roommate and “friend” who’d manipulated and betrayed him for years, but if he’d needed space, he could’ve found it. In this house or elsewhere, I’d have given it to him.
But he’d slipped into my life as seamlessly as he opened the door to our bedroom now, tugged me inside, and kicked it shut. As easily as he leaned against me with his full weight, pressing me back into the door.
“Dakota,” I rasped in his mouth, the sound of his name broken by the hitch of my breath.
He shook his head.Not now.
This wasn’t the moment for me to fall apart. First, he meant to put me back together with the same hands that slipped beneath my shirt. I raised my arms and let him pull it off me.
He was right there, dragging his lips across my chest. The way his teeth scraped across my nipple made my breath catch. It hardened for him, and my dick throbbed.
He had to know, because in that same moment, he reached down and grabbed me through my pants, cupping my shaft and rubbing hard as he growled softly against my skin.
“I want you,” he purred.
I dragged him in, my hands pressed flat on the small of his back as I pulled him onto his toes. “Commere.”
He hopped up, and I caught him. His legs wrapped around my waist.
But he didn’t let me tip him back onto the bed. He clung to me tight, and when we got there, he did this odd little acrobatic twist that left me splayed out under him, grinning.
Right then, it felt impossible that I could be lucky enough that he’d want me, but I couldn’t doubt it. Not with him looking at me like that, biting his lip like he wanted to take a bite out of me too.
I certainly couldn’t doubt it when his heart beat in tandem with my own.
He flicked my belt open and slid it out of the hoops while I kicked off my shoes. It was a fight, to get rid of the rest of my clothes and his, but we squirmed our way free until there was nothing but his skin on mine, the glorious slide of it with every little movement.
He poured lube on his fingers and wasn’t even patient enough to warm it up before he twisted at the waist. His mouth fell slack as he worked his fingers inside him, but I couldn’tsee. I couldn’t feel him.
With a growl, I sat up, pulling at his arm. “Mine.”
Dakota pouted. His brow furrowed, and he let me push his hand away. I gripped his fingers, stealing some of that slickness before I plunged my fingers into him instead.
Thiswas how it was meant to be—me taking care of him, driving him over the edge, holding his taut little ass in my hand while I fucked him soft and wanting with two fingers. Three.
He moaned and his eyes fluttered as he arched his back, shoving himself onto the thrust of my hand. His ass squeezed around me, and his dick bobbed as he moved. It wasn’t just the thrust of his hips, but a twitch that spoke to his hunger.
With a high-pitched, impatient keen, Dakota pinned my wrist down and lifted himself off, only to steady my cock between his legs, adjust the tilt of his hips, and?—
“Oh, fuck,” I bit out as he shoved himself down on my cock. His hips jerked, his smooth inner thighs flexing at the sudden, blunt sensation. His hands dug into my chest.
Then he started to ride. He had no space for patience or delicacy, only a frenzy of thrusts and clawing at my chest and gasping out his need.
“So good,” he panted, rocking his hips. The ring of muscle that stretched around my cock, sliding down my shaft with every thrust of his hips—it was the most glorious fucking feeling. And there he was telling meIwas good? Insanity. “So good for me, Jax.”
