“Tiger—”
“Please.” My voice breaks. “I just need to feel something other than pain. Please.”
He stands there for a long moment, wrestling with himself. Then he walks over slowly. His hand touches my face and cups my cheek.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod.
He leans down and kisses me. Soft at first. Then deeper.
And for the first time since everything fell apart, I feel something other than fear.
I feel wanted. Cared for. Safe.
His hands stay gentle. His touch stays careful.
And when I pull him closer, when I let the towel fall, when I show him exactly how sure I am—
He doesn’t pull away.
I sit on the bed and crawl backwards, exposing myself to him. His eyes flick down my body, then he’s reaching for my foot. The touch of his fingers on me makes me inhale. Then his soft and warm mouth lands on my ankle. I fall onto the bed as his lips travel up my leg.
This feeling is everything I need right now. My heart’s racing in my chest. Sure, my arm fucking throbs and feels like it’s about to fall off, but that’s easy to forget when I have the hottest guy between my legs right now. He bites my inner thigh, and I wince at the pleasure zinging through my body.
“You okay?” he asks, kissing me again.
I look down and run my fingers through his hair with my good hand. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
He keeps his eyes on mine as he nips my tender skin again. I start panting as I watch him lean closer to my privates. He looks down for a moment, and it’s like a glaze takes over his eyes. And then his warm tongue is on my pussy.
I moan into the air, feeling like I can breathe fresh air for the first time in my life. His tongue works itself against me, making my stomach fill with butterflies. He wraps his strong arms around my legs, reaching for my open hand that’s gripping the sheets.
“Fuck, Tiger,” he moans.
“What is it?” I ask, feeling self-conscious.
He looks between my legs and says, “I’m already going to come in my pants.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond. His mouth sucks on me, and I inhale sharply, crying out. He pulls his right arm back and gently touches my opening. He slowly inserts his fingers, and I moan from the pressure.
I don’t speak any words; instead, I enjoy his tongue, his fingers, and the way his eyes stare into mine with a new hunger.
He removes his other hand, and I think he’s jerking himself off, but I’m too busy in my own pleasure to see what he’s doing under the edge of the bed.
“Jax,” I moan.
He doesn’t stop.
I nod, watching him suck on my clit. His tongue is working magic on me.
“Please,” I cry.
He starts fingering me faster, and I fall back on the bed. It takes two more pumps until I’m seeing stars behind my eyes. My back arches, my body jerks, and I start to sing as my body feels the most alive it’s ever felt.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Callum
The drug test is fucking negative, so I don’t know why Coach is still holding me here.
