She comes hard with a cry, pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses. The sensation pulls me right over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and groan her name as I spill inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her virgin walls. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. I keep moving through it, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy for both of us.
We collapse together, breathing hard. I stay inside her for a long moment, savoring the connection. Then I ease out carefully and pull her into my arms. She curls against my chest like she belongs there, which she does. I grab a clean cloth from the bathroom and gently clean between her legs, then myself. The quilts settle back over us, warm and heavy.
"You okay, Ava?" I ask softly, stroking her back. "Any pain?"
She shakes her head, pressing a kiss to my chest. "A little sore. But mostly wonderful. Like I just read the best scene in my favorite book, except it’s real. With you."
I chuckle low, arms tightening around her. "This is real. And it’s only the beginning. I’m not letting you go into WITSEC without a fight. You’re mine now. Body and soul."
She yawns adorably, exhaustion pulling at her again. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent mixed with mine now. The fire continues its quiet crackle. Snow whispers against the windows. The night wraps around our cabin like a protective shield.
I hold her close as her breathing evens out once more. My heart feels full and heavy in the best way. This assignment has shattered every wall I ever built. Ava’s under my skin, in my blood, and I’ll protect her with everything I am. Even if it means going against the system itself.
The road ahead is uncertain, but with her warm and claimed in my arms, every challenge feels worth it. I close my eyes finally, letting sleep take me with her scent and the memory of her pleasure etched into every part of me.
13
Ava
Morning light filters soft and golden through the small cabin windows, chasing away the last shadows of the Idaho night. I wake up slowly, cocooned in the heavy quilt. My body feels deliciously sore in all the best places. A pleasant ache between my thighs reminds me of everything we did last night. The way his fingers and mouth drove me wild. The stretch and fullness of him inside me for the first time. The way he claimed me so completely. Heat blooms across my cheeks even now as I stretch under the covers, my muscles protesting in the most satisfying way.
I turn my head and see him still asleep beside me. Jax looks so strong and peaceful like this. His broad chest rises and falls steadily. Dark stubble shadows his jaw. One arm rests across the bed as if even in sleep he needs to keep me close. My heart does a silly little flutter. This growly US Marshal has completely ruined me for normal life. How am I supposed to go into WITSEC and pretend any of this didn’t happen when every inch of me still tingles with the memory of him?
I slip out of bed quietly, the wooden floor cool beneath my bare feet. The cabin air carries the faint chill of morning but the fire still gives off a gentle warmth. I pad toward the small bathroom, wrapping my arms around myself. My skin feels sensitive everywhere his hands and mouth touched last night. I catch a glimpse of myself in the foggy mirror. Hair tousled, lips a little swollen, eyes bright with something new and sparkling. I look like a woman who’s been thoroughly loved by her mountain man protector. The thought makes me giggle softly. My inner librarian is already drafting the scene in her head.Chapter Five: The Morning After, Where the Shy Heroine Discovers She’s Addicted to Her Marshal's Touch.
The shower calls to me. I turn the water on hot and step under the spray once it warms. Steam fills the tiny space quickly, carrying the clean mineral scent of the mountain water. Hot water cascades over my shoulders and down my back, soothing the delicious soreness. I tilt my head back and let it soak my hair, rivulets running down my face and chest. My nipples tighten under the heat and I brush my hands over them lightly, remembering how Jax sucked and bit them last night. A soft moan escapes me. Even alone my body responds to the memories.
I lather up with the soap, the rich cedar scent wrapping around me like his arms. My hands glide over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs where I’m still a little tender but already growing wet again just thinking about him. The slickness mixes with the soap and water. I wash gently, exploring the places he claimed. It feels intimate and naughty all at once. My racing mind supplies a running commentary.Note to self: Add shower scene with extra steam and longing to the next library romance recommendation list.I rinse off thoroughly, enjoyingthe way the water pounds against my skin and chases away the last traces of sleep.
When I finally turn off the faucet the silence feels loud except for the distant wind outside. I dry off with one of the thick towels, the soft terry cloth rough against my sensitive skin. It smells faintly of him too. Everything in this cabin does. I wrap it tight around my body, tucking the end between my breasts, and step back into the main room.
Jax is awake now. He sits up against the headboard, the quilt pooled low around his hips. His chest is bare and magnificent in the morning light. Muscles carved from years of protecting people and fighting bad guys. His eyes snap to mine, darkening with that deep, claiming hunger that always leaves my knees weak. The towel suddenly feels too small and too thin.
"Morning," he says, voice still rough with sleep but already laced with heat. "You look good enough to eat wrapped in that towel like that."
Heat floods my face and lower. I bite my lip, suddenly shy but also bold in a way I’ve never been before. "Hi."
He grins, eyes full of heat. "Get over here, Ava. That towel needs to come off."
I climb onto the bed with shaky legs, the mattress dipping under my weight. The quilt feels warm from his body heat. I crawl toward him and he reaches for me, large hands settling on my hips as he pulls me into his lap. The towel slips loose and falls away, leaving me completely bare against him.
Our mouths meet in a deep kiss. He tastes like morning and pure male desire. His tongue strokes mine with savage hunger, hands sliding up my back before dropping to cup and squeezemy ass, lifting me slightly so I can feel exactly what I do to him. I moan into his mouth, pressing my breasts against his chest. The friction of his skin on my nipples sends sparks shooting through me. He groans and squeezes my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he grinds me down his thick length.
"Fuck, you’re so soft and perfect," he growls against my lips. "Been lying here thinking about this tight little pussy since I woke up. You sore, baby?”
"A little," I admit, rocking against him experimentally. The pressure feels incredible. "But I still want you. I want more, Jax. Show me how to ride you."
His eyes flare with heat. He shifts us so he leans fully back against the headboard, pillows stacked behind him. The position gives me a perfect view of his powerful body. He shoves his boxers down and kicks them off, freeing his cock. It stands thick and hard, flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. I wrap my hand around him, marveling at how big he feels. Velvet steel under my fingers.
"Climb on," he commands, voice thin and threadbare. "Straddle me. Let me watch you take every inch."
I position myself over him, knees on either side of his hips. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, hot and slick from how wet I already am. I sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. He fills me so completely, pressing against every sensitive spot inside. My hands brace on his shoulders as I take him deeper.
"That's it, Ava," he praises, hands gripping my ass firmly. “Gentle at first. Feel how deep I am?"
I moan loudly, the sound echoing in the cabin. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way. Fullness, heat, and that deliciousache mixing with pleasure. I rock my hips, finding a rhythm. Jax helps me, strong hands on my ass lifting and guiding me up and down his length. The wet sounds of our bodies joining fill the air, obscene and intoxicating.
"Oh, Jax," I whimper, head falling back. My hair cascades down my back as I move faster. "You feel so big like this. So deep."
