Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Condoms are in my room,” he replied.
I groaned. His room was right next door and forever away. I needed him now. Right fucking now.
“Wait, shit, I have one in my wallet.” His pants were still on, just his thick cock out, still glistening from his fluids and my spit. He dragged a leather wallet out of his pocket and fumbled around in it. He brought out a battered looking condom packet and grimaced. “It’s old.”
“So?”
“Just an observation.”
“It could be prehistoric and made of fish bladder and I wouldn’t care right now,” I replied, wriggling again.
“That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” Jax smirked and tore the condom package open with his teeth. He slipped the sheath over his dick, then pressed his palm to my ass, just above my entrance, and dragged his dick through my lips.
I shuddered and pressed myself backward. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want it. I want it all. Every inch.”
“Better,” he said, and inserted the tip.
It was as if we’d never done it before. My pussy was so ready for him, yet his cock was so big it felt like it wouldn’t fit. Jax pressed into me, growling under his breath.
I moaned for him and pressed the side of my face into the pillow, rolled my eyes to the side, caught a glimpse of him moving, the strong chest, exposed, the ripple of his pecs beneath cotton, and the fire in his gaze, locked on me, switching between my pussy and my face.
“Jesus, I’m close already.”
“Good,” I whispered. “I want to feel you come.”
“Say that again.”
“I want to feel you come. I wish you could fill me.” Where the hell did that come from?
Jax grunted and pounded into me, his breaths hard and fast, gusting over my skin, his hands everywhere, one reaching around, playing with me again.
I streaked toward my second orgasm and broke over the crest.
He came with me, his dick pulsing against my walls, too hard for me to handle. One, two, three, four, five thrusts—the condom had to be filled to the brim with him.
Jax groaned and collapsed forward. He rolled onto his side, still buried within me, and tucked my close to his chest. He kissed the back of my neck and nuzzled that slightly crooked nose into my hair. “So good,” he said.
“Better than that,” I replied.
His arms were a safety net, not too tight though, one lying on the bed, the other looped over my side, up and around, his hand nestled between my breasts on top of my tee.
This is perfect. It’s wrong, but it’s so perfect.
In the years I’d been with Michael, not once had we had a moment like this, where reality fell away and it was just the two of us, spooning, dropping off into a pleasure-coma together. With my ex, it’d been wham, bam, and not a thank you after.
I forced thoughts of him out of my head.
“You smell like lavender,” Jax muttered. “My mom used to pick lavender from the garden before she died.”
A fist clenched around my heart.
Jax’s breathing evened out, slowed. A short, sharp snore followed, then more deep breaths. God, even in sleep he was sexy. And strong. Who knew snoring could be a turn on?
I listened to him, the only light from my bedside lamp, and tried for calm. It was futile. The doubts had already started creeping in.
I’d slept with Jax again. He’d said things to me tonight that were…what were they? I had no idea, but I wanted to find out what he’d meant, and that scared me more than the fact that I was tucked against his broad chest, his cock still inside me, even though it was soft.
I had to talk to someone about this.
My sister was totally out of the question. She would immediately report my “extracurricular” activities to my parents, and they already despised my lifestyle choices, as they called them. Apparently, teaching pole dancing was just as good as stripping.
Veronica was the only one I could talk to, but she’d have a cow, six pigs, and a flock of birds the minute I told her what’d happened between me and the handsome, billionaire stranger, as she called him.
It didn’t matter. I had to talk. I’d kept so much of everything inside that writing in my journal barely helped anymore.
I lifted Jax’s hand carefully and shimmied out of his grip. I got up, slipped on my cotton pj shorts, grabbed my cell from the bedside table, then clicked off the light. I stood in the darkness for a second, let my eyes adjust.
His silhouette appeared on the bed. The shape of him, laid out there, so quiet for once, apart from the occasional snort, heated me inside.
I’m not falling for him. I can’t be. It’s just a crush.
Ugh, I couldn’t bullshit my way out of this. I tiptoed to the door, opened it, and let myself out into the hall. I hurried toward the living room, then took a seat in one of the cushy leather armchairs facing the door, in case Jax woke up and traipsed in.