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Maybe I could be different. Maybe I could be his last.
It didn’t matter. Jax wanted me, and I wanted Jax. I clenched my ass cheeks in anticipation. I could live in the moment, if nothing else.
“Come on!” Jax called out.
I took the supplies into the living room and smiled slyly as I dropped them on the bed that extended from the back of the couch. Jax had tossed a few pillows onto the mattress with its plain, light blue sheet. The bed was an odd size, bigger than a single or twin, but still not as big as a queen. Jax sat on the edge and motioned me forward.
I stepped between Jax’s legs, my hard-on tenting out my shorts.
Jax burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a good sign.” He lay back on the mattress, drawing me down with him.
I stretched out on top of Jax and pushed up on my elbows, staring down into Jax’s blue eyes, amazed again at how they changed with his mood. I kissed each eye and then the tip of Jax’s nose, finally landing on his lips.
Jax placed a series of open-mouth kisses down my neck, then he latched on, sucking up the skin between his teeth.
“Fuck…” I groaned out. My hard dick had me begging for more friction, and I pumped my hips forward and back.
Jax rolled to the side, and in a flurry of movements, he had us both undressed and writhing against each other in no time. “Neil…I want more than a little frottage here.”
“Me, too. Where’d the lube go?”
Jax searched for it, swatting his hand against the mattress until he came up with it. “Got it.” He held it up.
“I see that.” I rolled to my stomach and pushed my legs up, offering my ass.
Jax sat up and brushed his fingers over my cheeks, then kneaded them, massaging. He bent and kissed one side and then the other. Then he shook the tube of lube and squirted some down my crack.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
Jax laughed. “I’ll warm it up fast enough.” True to his word, he trailed his finger down the path the sticky gel made, then slowly circled my hole. He squirted another glob out, then shoved it in with talented fingers.
I pressed back and moaned loudly—notevenembarrassed by it.
Jax murmured sweet nothings as he prepped me, stretching me and pleasuring me in measures. He curled his fingers, hitting my spot several times. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Yeah?” I glanced over at Jax, watching his face as he worked me open.
“Yeah. You know? We’ve got something going on, right? I’m, uh, kind of, I don’t know, I’m different with you.”
My heart stopped. What did he mean? Did this have anything to do with what his dad was implying? Jax was a player, right? How was hedifferentwith me?
“You ready? I want to see what you can do.”
I felt my cheeks warming. I’d said I would ride Jax, didn’t I? I didn’t want to back out of it. I kneeled up and pushed Jax’s shoulders to the mattress. Ready to prove my words, I crawled over Jax’s legs, straddling him.
I didn’t want to fall for Jax—didn’t want to be hurt. But I wanted Jax and whatever came next more than the sex. More than anything.
I worked my ass over Jax’s hard cock, slowly moving down, enjoying the stretch, until I was seated.
Jax’s eyes were so dark all I saw was black. His face, with mouth gently parted, mesmerized me. I was reading way more into this moment than was smart, putting my heart in danger. But I couldn’t stop.
Then I moved.
I used my thighs to rise and fall, allowing Jax’s thick cock to move inside, to fill me up. I tightened my muscles so I could feel every inch. As I moved, I felt more—I was flaying my heart open on each pass.
Jax grabbed my waist, helping me move, and pivoted my hips. We fucked at a slow pace as if we were both memorizing every movement the other made. Our gazes locked. Something in my open heart clicked into place.
I rocked a little faster—pushing and pulling.
