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“Look at yourself, Jane,” I command. “Watch how much you need this, crave this.”
And then I’m inside her in one long, hard thrust that has Jane crying out my name. “Tex!” It echoes around us.
“Fuck, Jane,” I hiss, fingers digging into her hips as I set a punishing rhythm. Every push, every pull, is reflected back at me, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of us—the way we move together, primal, and unyielding.
“More,” Jane moans, the word barely recognizable.
Her body convulses around me, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Keep watching,” I order between labored breaths, my control slipping. “See how good we are together.”
I do. I see it all—the sweat glistening on our bodies, the fierce concentration on her face, the way she moves with such purpose. And when my climax tears through me, a growl escapes me, and we find our release together.
In the aftermath, we’re both panting, spent. The room feels smaller somehow, like the walls have inched closer during our lovemaking. Responsibility, tragedy—they all fade away against the simple truth that in this moment, she is mine and I am hers. And maybe, just maybe, that could be enough.
Drenched in sweat and satisfaction, I lie entangled in the sheets that bear the evidence of our passion. My chest rises and falls against her back. I’m spent, unable to do anything but feel.
“Jane,” I whisper.
“Mmm?” She hums a response.
“Sleep, darlin’,” I murmur.
I brush my lips against the curve of her shoulder as she falls asleep in my arms.
* * *
“Another round, Tex?” Her voice, coated with casual professionalism, pulls me back from my silent observation.
“Nah, I’m good for now.” My words are a low rumble, but they carry over the din of the bar.
She nods, and I watch—a spectator to the quiet strength that defines her. She keeps those pale green eyes away from trouble, and I can’t help but swell with a peculiar sense of pride. Jane’s got this survival thing down to an art, and I silently vow to keep being a part of that canvas.
As the night crawls on, my mind wanders, unbidden, back to her bedroom—the creak of bed frame, and the heat of her pressed against me. The memory alone is enough to quicken my pulse, the echo of her cries. I remember the taste of her on my tongue, the way she arched into me, desperate for more, and how the cool air did nothing to quell the fire we stoked within each other.
“Tex, you’re staring,” she teases, snapping me back to the present.
There’s a glint of amusement in her eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the ever-present watchfulness as she turns to serve another customer.
“Can’t help it. You make it too easy,” I shoot back with a smirk, though my insides are a knotted mess of longing.
“Keep your eyes in your head, or I’ll charge you for the show.” Her retort is playful, but there’s steel underneath, a reminder of the barriers she’s built around herself.
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The rest of the evening drags, each tick of the clock stretching out before me. The bar’s raucous energy begins to wane, dwindling down to a handful of stragglers nursing their final drinks. But even as the crowd thins, my senses remain sharp, attuned to any shift in the atmosphere.
Ricky throws out a comment intended to pierce her armor, but it bounces off like he’s lobbing pebbles at a fortress. Snake’s eyes flicker with something dark, but he keeps his mouth shut. They know better than to cross the line—not with me here, watching.
Jane moves behind the bar, her motions methodical as she wipes down surfaces and stacks glasses, her body language exuding a weariness that tugs at the protective instincts I usually keep on a tight leash. And yet, there’s something else there—an underlying current of determination that speaks of a life forged in the fires of adversity.
“Last call,” she announces, her voice steady despite the late hour.
“Closing time, huh?” I muse aloud, more to myself than anyone else.
“Best time of the night,” she replies, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she echoes my earlier sentiment.
“Damn right it is,” I agree, my thoughts drifting once again to the passion we shared.
