“Stay with me, peaches,” he growls, hands digging deeper as he picks up the pace. “Don’t close your eyes.”
He shifts my weight, sitting me up more so he can work my clit, flicking it with each thrust, timed perfectly in sync. My back arches, my hands go to the back of his thighs, my nails dig into his skin, and he groans with what can only be described as complete and utter rapture.
“Close, Jace. God, I’m so close.” The white-hot pressure coils tighter and tighter, and my body starts to tremble when the first ripple of my climax begins to vibrate through my core.
“That’s it, peaches.” The delicious rasp of his voice vibrates around me. “Take it all and give it to me.” His own breathing turns uneven.
“Jace!” I shatter. There’s nothing quiet about this. My body buckles, my muscles clench on down on his shaft, and he keeps fucking me through it all. I’m still tumbling over the edge when Jace’s climax is ripped from his body. His punishing thrusts, the raw sound I don’t recognize coming from him and I watch as hisbody turns to granite. He pours everything into me, and on one last deep drive of hips, he lets go. Jace McKay comes deep inside of me, and each time I feel his come jet inside me causes me to quiver.
He falls back, and I slump onto his sweat-soaked skin, staying like this for a long time after, tangled together. The only sounds are the thud of our hearts and our rushed breathing. Jace’s arms band around my waist, and I settle my head into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing me yet turning me on all over again.
“You okay?” he whispers, his voice sounding as wrecked as I feel.
“Couldn’t be better.” My voice is small and shaky. I’m flat on my back in one fluid movement. Jace is still buried inside me, and he slowly drags his hips back and forth.
“Not gonna stop. Ready to take you again, Willow.” He pulls back enough to see me. I’m sure my face is flushed and my hair is a wild mess against the pillows, yet he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” I bite my lower lip, and instead of tugging on it with his thumb, he dips his head and takes me in a hot and heavy kiss.
“I haven’t even begun yet.” He gives me a small and knowing smile, and I know we’re only getting started.
13
Willow
“Oh my gosh, this is incredible,” I tell Jace. My hands are wrapped around his waist, my thighs are cradling his hips, and the rumble of the motorcycle awakens my core. Every once in a while, when we’re sitting at a red light or a stop sign, my lips graze the side of his neck, kissing him as much as possible. He’ll squeeze my calf in acknowledgement and sometimes, it stayed there during our ride.
I have no idea what time it is. All I know is the sun is shining, the wind is whipping through my hair, which will surely be a knotted nightmare later tonight, and I’m with the man I’m slowly falling in love with. I’m sure my legs will be sore, but then again, with all the sex we’ve been having, it’ll only add to the delicious burn between my thighs.
“Glad you like it, peaches. You want to grab a bite to eat out or eat at home?” he asks over the rumble of the pipes. We haven’t hit much traffic, and the scenery has been out-of-this-world amazing.
“I’m not ready to go back home yet.” My answer is enough for him to nod his head and continue on our journey.
“Food it is.” The light turns green, he shifts the bike, and we ride down a winding road before I see where we’re landing. The Shack. From the outside it looks to be an older building,one that’s seen many sunrises, sunsets, and what I’m sure are a lot of storms. There’s a big statue of a man in a yellow slicker, hood pulled up, arm above his eyes shielding himself from the weather while he’s at the helm of a wheel.
“Do they have outdoor seating?” I ask as he backs the bike into a parking spot. The sign out front says ‘All you can eat shrimp for $24.99 every Saturday,’ so I’m not surprised by the cars lining the road. It’s only because we’re on a bike that we get upfront parking.
“Sure do. Should have a live band on right about now, too,” Jace replies once he has the kickstand down, motioning for me to slide off. I use his shoulders to guide my way, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I’m working the chin strap to take my helmet off. “Let me.” He works the clasp with an effortlessness I’ve never experienced before. When he’s done with mine, he does the same for himself.
“Thank you.” I lift to the tips of my toes as he bends down, knowing exactly what I’m after.A kiss.
“You’re welcome, peaches.” His hand finds mine, and he laces our fingers together as we set off for the restaurant.
The entrance is small, homey, and inviting. I can see why Jace likes this place. I haven’t tried their food yet, and I’m already thinking about coming back.
“Hi, welcome to The Shack. I’m Emmie. How many for you today?” A young blonde teenager looks from me to Jace.
“Two. Can we get a table outside, please?” Jace asks Emmie.
“Of course, if you’ll follow me this way.” We weave in and out of tables and booths. Checkered table cloths cover the majority of the tables. The booths are full to capacity, and the patrons talking all seem to be enjoying one another.
“Here you go.” She places the menus on the table. The deck is decently filled as well. The metal roof awning wards the sun offour bodies, and it’s the view that seals the deal—nothing but blue water as far as the eye can see.
“Xena will be your waitress. I hope you enjoy,” Emmie says as we take our seats.
“Okay, tell me what’s good to eat here,” I ask Jace. He’s on one side of the picnic bench, and I’m on the other.
“Never had a bad meal here. Can’t go wrong with anything in my eyes.” I look at the menu. My eyes must get as big as saucers, because everything looks so damn good.
