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The first orgasm almost killed me. And now, with him inside me, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot deep in my core, this one feels like it might actually finish the job.
But we roll together so perfectly, a synchronous movement, a beautiful orchestra of gasps and moans, and our sweat-slicked bodies gliding until the chords in his neck strain and every muscle in his body tightens.
He’s barely holding back, ready to unleash everything into me that he’s felt and wanted for the last ten years.
“Let go, Jax.”
My words fill the space between us, and his eyes move from where our bodies connect to meet mine.
“I fucking love you, Rae.”
In any other circumstance with anyone else like this, the words would seem hollow, fake, impossible, considering the time and distance between us, but I hear the sincerity in them.
I know he means them.
He isn’t the type of person to throw those words around and use them as ammunition with a woman in bed, and they’re exactly what I need to finally let myself go and give myself over to him fully.
This orgasm builds between my legs and slithers up my spine, coiling inside me until it breaks, releasing tension I didn’t even know I was holding. I clench and spasm around his cock, and he drops his head and thrusts into me harder and faster.
“Fuck…” His fingers dig into my hips, and he tips his head back. “Rae!”
My name fills the room as he fills me and buries his face against me while my body twitches and tries to come down from the cataclysm I just experienced.
He feathers kisses along my neck, over my collarbone, and back up to my lips, where he steals what little breath I have left.
Jax Benton is a dangerous man, not because of his strength, not because of his brawn, not even because of the devilish smirk he still has and knows how to use, but because of the way he was able to reach into my chest, grab my heart, and wrap himself around it so tightly, I won’t ever be able to get it back.
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Jax
I finally force myself to roll off Raelynn, bringing her with me onto her side, needing to keep her close. My semi-hard cock still buried inside her twitches, and she squeezes around it, eliciting a low groan from deep in my chest.
Dark hair tumbles over her face, and I brush it back and use my thumbs to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Why are you still crying?”
Given the circumstances, she has any number of reasons—all my fault.
She opens her eyes, and the haunting beauty staring back at me makes my breath hitch, just like it always did when we were young, dumb teenagers who didn’t know how to handle the feelings filling our hormone-fueled bodies. “Because I want to stay.”
So much uncertainty weighs on her words that guilt claws at gut. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Rae. I shouldn’t have—” I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head, dragging her more firmly against me, so there isn’t even a centimeter separating us. “It wasn’t fair of me to do this, to put you in this position.”
“I was a very willing participant, Jax.”
I open my eyes again to find the corners of her mouth twitching as she fights a smile.
Even with the heaviness of the topic of conversation, she still manages to find the humor in it. She waggles her eyebrows. “Very willing.”
Despite the melancholy suddenly settling over what was, only moments ago, the best experience of my life, I return her grin because it’s impossible not to appreciate life with this woman in my arms. I just need to figure out a way to keep her.
“You can stay, you know. As long as you want. Forever.”
Her bottom lip quivers, and she shakes her head. “My parents are leaving. They’re not coming back. This isn’t my home anymore; it hasn’t been for a long time. I have a job; I have friends in Milwaukee. I have a career. I have?—”
“You don’t have me there.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back because her tears immediately start again. I never could stand to see her cry, and now, I’m the one causing it. “Fuck, I know it isn’t fair, Rae, to even ask this, but come back to Hayes Creek. Now that I’ve had you like this, now that I know that everything I’ve ever felt was real, I can’t let you go again. But…I also can’t leave here.”
Even I can hear how fucking selfish it sounds, and I sigh and roll onto my back, scrubbing my hands over my face, instantly regretting the loss of contact with her. But I feel like such a fucking asshole right now that I can’t even look at her.
As if she can sense it, she shifts over and drapes her arms across my chest, resting her chin on my pec. “Why can’t you leave? Why can’t you come to Milwaukee with me?”
