Page 15 of Fighting for His Life

Everything I’ve felt for this girl since I was a kid has been building to this moment. In a single night, I went from believing I could never have her, to having her in every way. Mind, body, soul connected in the most intimate way.

I never realized sex could be like this. More than just a physical release, but something almost cosmic.

I grip her hair forcing her to arch even more until I my mouth finds her nipple. I suck the pink pearl into my mouth, rolling my tongue over and over. I feel her walls begin to spasm around my cock becoming impossibly tighter.

“I’m about to come, Zoey,” I say through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby, come with me.” That’s all it takes she shatters again milking my cock with each pulse of her pussy. I come like a man that’s been deprived for years. The pulsating throb of my dick continues on and on as she screams my name.

The sun is starting to come up now. I’m sure a few neighbors heard the sounds of our release, and the car shaking made it obvious what was happening. At this moment, though, I just don’t give a shit. I wouldn’t care if the president himself came knocking on the window.

We’re left in the steaming interior of the car, panting. Sweat coats our bare chests. “That was years overdue,” I breath into her neck.

“Mmm,” she hums completely lax and satiated.

Then realization comes over me. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I growl trying to get her off of me quickly.

Zoey looks at me with a nervous, horrified look on her face, “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

Panic courses through me. I was so fucking stupid. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never been so damn irresponsible. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t think,” I plead looking down at my bare dick.

Her eye come alight with understanding, but there’s no panic in them. She just starts smiling. Why the fuck is she smiling? “I’ll go to the pharmacy,” I ramble. “I’ll get the morning after pill. I wasn’t thinking. I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen, Zoey.”

She grips my face, placing a kiss to my lips. “Jax, it’s okay,” she says with a slight giggle in her voice. “We’re covered. Okay?”

I exhale in relief. “I really am sorry, Angel.”

“Don’t be. It wasn't just your job to remember. I’m here too.”

I grab my shirt from the dash where it landed, cleaning myself then hand it to her to do the same. I tuck myself back into my jeans then drag her to my side. “I’m clean, Zoey. I swear to God I am. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always been covered. But I’ve been checked too.” I want her to know that there’s nothing to worry about. No chance of catching anything from me in spite of the fact I was the high school manwhore.

“I’m good too. I promise.”

“No, Angel. You’re better than good. You’re fucking perfect. Let’s get inside before the neighbors come to check out the commotion.”

We climb out of the car into the dusky, morning light. She leads me by the hand to the door, then to her room. I try to stop. Go to Zane’s room. She’s not having it. She keeps dragging me to her room.

Maybe it should feel weird, but it doesn’t. Besides there’s no where else I want to be than by her side.

Zoey

I wake up to blaring hot sun cascading through my bedroom window. I blink a few times to clear my vision before moving to get up. Except Jax pulls me closer to him and snuggles into my hair. I giggle because even though we may be in a brand-new type of relationship, everything we do seems like old habits.

Well except for the part where we kiss with our tongues down each other’s throats and the groping and grinding and mind-blowing sex.

But everything else is literally something we’ve done forever.

Like right now, him in my bed spooning me. He’s been doing it for so long, my parents would literally think nothing of it if they walked in. They would not be surprised to find him in my bed. They would not care in the slightest that he’s holding on to me like I’m a teddy bear.

I try again to remove myself from his grip because a girl’s bladder can only last for so long, but he only tightens his grip. I huff and brush my hair from my face. “Stop trying to leave me,” he grumbles. “You know I like to snuggle until I’m all the way awake.”

“I’ve got to pee, Jay,” I whisper. Though I’m not sure why.

“Nu-uh,” he says sleepily. “I know you, Zoey. Once you leave this bed, you won’t come back, and I won’t have anyone to cuddle.”

“I’ll send Zane in here,” I say sweetly hoping he’ll relent.

“But I don’t want Zane,” he whines. “He’s too hard.”

“Did you just say Zane is too hard,” I giggle.

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