“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh God… yes.”
“No one else gets to have you this way,” I tell her, and I mean it. The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. “Just me. Say it.”
“Just you,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine. “Only you, Jace.”
She shatters almost instantly, screaming my name as her orgasm overtakes her.
Her pussy convulses around my cock, squeezing me so tight I can barely move, and the sensation is so intense I have to grit my teeth to hold on.
“That’s it,” I rasp, fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure. “Come all over my cock, Bells. Let me feel it.”
She’s still trembling, still pulsing around me, and I don’t let up. I keep the same brutal pace, chasing my own release now, taking what I need.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, beyond the pleasure building at the base of my spine, beyond the way she’s clenching around me, past the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, I realize what’s happening.
I’m falling for her.
The thought scares the shit out of me. It fucking terrifies me because I don’t know what love is. I’ve never had it, never seen it, never believed in it.
Maybe this is it. This is what everyone talks about. Maybe this is what I’ve been missing my entire fucking life.
“Bells,” I groan, her name ripping from my throat as my orgasm hits me with such force.
My hips stutter, losing their rhythm as pleasure crashes through me in waves so intense I can’t see straight. My cock pulses inside her, emptying into the condom, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning against her skin as I come harder than I ever have in my entire fucking life.
Every muscle in my body goes taut, then releases, and I’m shaking. Actually shaking. My arms tremble where they’re braced on either side of her head, and I have to fight to keep from collapsing on top of her.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck. “Fuck, Bells.”
I can’t think clearly. I can only feel the aftershocks rushing through me, the way her pussy is still fluttering around my cock, and her hands sliding up my back in soothing strokes that make my chest ache.
I lift my head to look at her, and she’s gazing up at me with those blue eyes, her face flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a wild mess across the pillow. She’s never looked more beautiful.
And the realization hits me all over again, this time even harder and impossible to ignore. I’m in love with her. Not just falling. Not even halfway there. Completely, irrevocably, terrifyingly in love with Lola Bellamy.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us still catching our breath. For a long moment, I stay there. Buried inside her. Connected to her in every way possible.
I don’t want to move because once I do, reality is going to come crashing back in, and I’ll have to deal with what this means.
I made her promise. I looked her straight in the eye and made her agree to my terms.
It won’t get weird. Nothing will change.
We kiss, we fuck, then we go back to being us. Like it never happened. We wouldn’t lose what we had.
That was the deal.
I said it so easily. So sure of myself. Like I could keep this contained, as if I could take her body and not let it touch anything deeper.
And now falling in love with her… I’m the one who just torched the whole fucking agreement.
Chapter Fourteen
Jace
I’m exhausted.
Not from school or work but from Bells. From the way we keep ending up tangled in sheets every time she looks at me too long, or when the house gets too quiet—whether I’m in my room, on the couch, or in the shower. Every time she comes back from the hospital with the same two words that are slowly hollowing her out from the inside.
