just circling his hips, stirring his raging erection inside me. “I love that sound you make when you come. It tells me how good you feel, how much you love my cock...my mouth...my hands.”
How much I loved him.
I was sprawled beneath him, wide open and possessed, while he felt like a dream. Something I’d conjured.
“Feel me,” he breathed, pushing up to look down at me. His eyes were so dark, his face flushed, the skin stretched tight with lust over the sculpted angles of his face. “Inside you—” he rolled his hips, then caught my hand, lifting it to his slick chest “—and you inside me.”
“Jax—”
He took my mouth, kissing me deeply, his tongue rubbing along mine. His hips circled slowly, making me feel every throbbing inch of him. The leisurely, deliberate stroking over tender nerves kept me hot and edgy. He remembered me well, knew just how to keep me revved and needy.
“I missed you, Gia,” he whispered into the kiss. “Did you ache for me, too?”
When I didn’t reply, he brushed the wet tendrils of my hair away from my face and searched for the answer.
My sex rippled along his length. His eyes closed and his lips parted, his body tightening. “Not yet. I’m not coming yet.”
“Please...” I was begging and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to come. I wanted it more than my next breath.
“I’m not rushing this.” He reached behind him to grab my wrist, bringing my right arm up and over my head. His other hand pushed beneath my buttock, lifting me into a smooth, easy thrust. “Umm...perfect. It’s always been perfect.”
I wanted to tease him, to play the game as coolly as he was, but I couldn’t.
“Stop thinking and feel, baby,” he murmured, nibbling on the corner of my mouth. “Let me make you feel good. That’s all I want. To make you feel good.”
Turning my head, I caught his lips and let him.
* * *
N ICO EYED ME as I slid onto a bar stool at Rossi’s after closing and I knew he saw my makeupless state, which betrayed the shower I’d taken just a half hour before. He had been cleaning up the bar, but he stopped and pulled out a beer, popping off the top before sliding the bottle over to me.
“Forgot how much I like Jax,” he said conversationally.
I nodded. I liked Jax, too. Thing was, I didn’t know which Jax was the real one.
“You two going to work it out?”
“No, it’s temporary. But this time, I know the rules.”
“Maybe I don’t like him so much.” Nico popped open a second beer and took a long pull. “He’s in love with you, you know.”
“He’s in lust,” I countered drily, picking at the label on the bottle. “And that’s okay, I can live with that. It’s the other stuff—the way he talks to me sometimes, as if there’s more, and the head trip I’m on about why he left and came back—that’s hard for me to deal with.”
“My offer to knock some sense into him still stands.”
I smiled. “Might be easier and more effective to knock sense into me.”
“Can do that, too.” He tapped his bottle against mine. “But you’ve got plenty of sense. You know what you’re doing. You just wish you weren’t doing it. He obviously doesn’t have a clue or else he wouldn’t risk letting you get away. He’ll never find better.”
“Ah, God, don’t get sappy on me now. I can’t take it.” I wasn’t entirely kidding. I felt weepy and emotional. Sex with Jax did that to me.
Nico grinned. “Fine. Get off your ass and help me clean up so we can get the hell out of here.”
With a sigh, I slid off the bar stool. “Shit. I should’ve stuck with sappy instead.”
* * *
A N INSISTENT POUNDING on Nico’s door woke me Sunday morning. I rolled off the couch with a curse, stumbling over with the intention of bitching out whoever it was.
When I blinked wearily through the peephole, however, I saw beloved faces.
Pulling off the security chain and turning the dead bolt, I opened the door to my brothers and Denise. “What the
How much I loved him.
I was sprawled beneath him, wide open and possessed, while he felt like a dream. Something I’d conjured.
“Feel me,” he breathed, pushing up to look down at me. His eyes were so dark, his face flushed, the skin stretched tight with lust over the sculpted angles of his face. “Inside you—” he rolled his hips, then caught my hand, lifting it to his slick chest “—and you inside me.”
“Jax—”
He took my mouth, kissing me deeply, his tongue rubbing along mine. His hips circled slowly, making me feel every throbbing inch of him. The leisurely, deliberate stroking over tender nerves kept me hot and edgy. He remembered me well, knew just how to keep me revved and needy.
“I missed you, Gia,” he whispered into the kiss. “Did you ache for me, too?”
When I didn’t reply, he brushed the wet tendrils of my hair away from my face and searched for the answer.
My sex rippled along his length. His eyes closed and his lips parted, his body tightening. “Not yet. I’m not coming yet.”
“Please...” I was begging and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to come. I wanted it more than my next breath.
“I’m not rushing this.” He reached behind him to grab my wrist, bringing my right arm up and over my head. His other hand pushed beneath my buttock, lifting me into a smooth, easy thrust. “Umm...perfect. It’s always been perfect.”
I wanted to tease him, to play the game as coolly as he was, but I couldn’t.
“Stop thinking and feel, baby,” he murmured, nibbling on the corner of my mouth. “Let me make you feel good. That’s all I want. To make you feel good.”
Turning my head, I caught his lips and let him.
* * *
N ICO EYED ME as I slid onto a bar stool at Rossi’s after closing and I knew he saw my makeupless state, which betrayed the shower I’d taken just a half hour before. He had been cleaning up the bar, but he stopped and pulled out a beer, popping off the top before sliding the bottle over to me.
“Forgot how much I like Jax,” he said conversationally.
I nodded. I liked Jax, too. Thing was, I didn’t know which Jax was the real one.
“You two going to work it out?”
“No, it’s temporary. But this time, I know the rules.”
“Maybe I don’t like him so much.” Nico popped open a second beer and took a long pull. “He’s in love with you, you know.”
“He’s in lust,” I countered drily, picking at the label on the bottle. “And that’s okay, I can live with that. It’s the other stuff—the way he talks to me sometimes, as if there’s more, and the head trip I’m on about why he left and came back—that’s hard for me to deal with.”
“My offer to knock some sense into him still stands.”
I smiled. “Might be easier and more effective to knock sense into me.”
“Can do that, too.” He tapped his bottle against mine. “But you’ve got plenty of sense. You know what you’re doing. You just wish you weren’t doing it. He obviously doesn’t have a clue or else he wouldn’t risk letting you get away. He’ll never find better.”
“Ah, God, don’t get sappy on me now. I can’t take it.” I wasn’t entirely kidding. I felt weepy and emotional. Sex with Jax did that to me.
Nico grinned. “Fine. Get off your ass and help me clean up so we can get the hell out of here.”
With a sigh, I slid off the bar stool. “Shit. I should’ve stuck with sappy instead.”
* * *
A N INSISTENT POUNDING on Nico’s door woke me Sunday morning. I rolled off the couch with a curse, stumbling over with the intention of bitching out whoever it was.
When I blinked wearily through the peephole, however, I saw beloved faces.
Pulling off the security chain and turning the dead bolt, I opened the door to my brothers and Denise. “What the
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