He groans, fingers digging into my soft flesh. "Ride me. Use me. Bounce on this cock like the good little virgin who got ruined last night. Look at you. Taking every thick inch so beautifully."
His dirty words make me clench around him. I brace my hands on his chest and start moving with more confidence. Up and down, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. Pleasure builds fast and hot in my core. The cabin air feels thick with the scent of us. His hands knead my ass, spreading me wider as he thrusts up to meet me. The slap of skin on skin mixes with the crackle of the distant stove and our heavy breathing.
Jax sits up straighter against the headboard, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other stays on my ass. He pulls me down harder, driving deeper. His mouth finds my breast, sucking my nipple hard as I ride him. I cry out, fingers tangling in his hair. Every sensation crashes together. The drag of his cock inside me, the pull of his mouth on my breast, the visceral grip on my ass.
"You’re so fucking tight," he growls around my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. "This pussy’s squeezing me so good. Gonna fill you up again. Make you drip with my cum all day."
"Yes," I gasp, bouncing faster. My thighs burn but the pleasure overrides everything. "I want that. I want all of you, Jax. Please."
He releases my breast with a wet pop and captures my mouth in a filthy kiss. Tongues tangling as he starts thrusting up harder, using his hold on my ass to control the pace. I feel completely claimed. Owned. Adored. The headboard thuds softly against the wall with our rhythm. I’m completely lost in the heat and the stretch and the way he looks at me like I’m everything.
"Touch your clit, Ava," he orders between kisses. "Rub that pretty little button while you ride me. Want to feel you come all over me.”
I reach between us, fingers finding my swollen clit. The extra stimulation sends me spiraling. My movements grow erratic, desperate. Jax takes over more, holding my ass firmly and pounding up into me. Deep, powerful strokes that hit exactly where I need him.
"Come for me," he growls right against my ear. "Let me feel this tight pussy milk my dick. Be a naughty girl and soak me."
The orgasm crashes through me hard and bright. I cry out his name, body shaking as waves of pleasure pulse around him. My walls clench rhythmically, drawing him deeper. He groans loud and primal, thrusting through my release until he follows me over the edge. Hot spurts of his cum flood inside me, filling me so full I can feel it leaking out around his cock.
We stay locked together, panting and trembling. His hands stroke my back and ass soothingly now. I collapse against his chest, cheek pressed to his heartbeat. The scent of him surrounds me completely.
"Perfect," he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. "You’re so fucking perfect, Ava."
I smile against his skin, happiness bubbling up despite everything waiting outside this cabin. "That was even better than the books. Real life with you is way steamier."
He chuckles and holds me tighter. The morning light grows brighter outside. The world waits with its dangers and decisions, but right here in his arms I feel safe, claimed, and utterly alive.
We stay like that for a long time, bodies joined, hearts beating together. I trace lazy patterns on his chest with my finger while he strokes my hair. Every touch keeps the heat simmering between us. My mind wanders to how we’ll face whatever comes next, but for now I just want to savor this. The ravenous man who makes me feel like the heroine of my own wild romance.
Jax eventually eases me off him gently, cleaning us both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. He tucks me back against him under the quilt, his large body spooning mine protectively. The soreness between my legs feels like a sweet reminder. I’m his now. And he’s mine.
14
Jax
We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for another hour. Her skin feels like warm silk under my palm as I stroke slow circles along her spine. I could seriously do this all over again, but she needs food. Real food.
I press a kiss to the top of her head and ease out from under the quilt. The wooden floor cools my bare feet as I pull on my boxers and a pair of sweatpants. Ava stirs behind me, making that cute sleepy sound that hits me straight in the chest.
"Where are you going?" she asks, voice husky and breathy as she props herself up on one elbow. The quilt slips down, exposing the curve of one perfect breast, and I have to force my eyes up to her face.
"Breakfast. You need fuel after last night and this morning. Stay right there if you want. I’ll handle it."
She sits up fully, the quilt pooling around her waist. Her hair tumbles wild around her shoulders and those big eyes sparkle with something new. Less shy. More sure. It looks damn goodon her. "No way, Marshal Hartman. I’m helping. I may not be a mountain man chef but I can scramble eggs without setting the cabin on fire. Probably."
I grin despite myself and toss her one of my clean t-shirts from the bag. It swallows her completely when she slips it on, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Fuck, she looks better in my clothes than I do. "Then get that cute ass in the kitchen, Ava. But if you burn the bacon I’m spanking you."
Her cheeks flush pink but she lifts her chin with newfound confidence. "Promises, promises. Lead the way, big guy."
We move into the small kitchen area together. I pull out a cast iron skillet and set it on the propane burner while Ava rummages through the supplies. Her movements are lighter now, less hesitant. She finds eggs, bacon, some potatoes, and a bag of coffee beans. The domestic sight of her barefoot in my shirt, hair messy from my hands, does dangerous things to my control.
I step up behind her at the counter, my chest brushing her back as I reach for the coffee grinder. My hands settle on her hips for a second. "You handle the eggs. I’ll do the bacon and potatoes. Teamwork."
She leans back into me just a little, that spark of confidence making her bold. "Yes sir. But I get to pick the music. Well, if we had any. Do you hum? I bet you have a deep growly singing voice hidden under all that alpha."
I chuckle low and start slicing potatoes into thick wedges. The knife thuds rhythmically against the cutting board. "I don’t sing. But I can whistle a tune if it keeps you smiling."
Ava cracks eggs into a bowl with surprising efficiency, whisking them with a fork. The metallic scrape mixes with the sizzle of bacon I drop into the hot skillet. Grease pops and the salty smoky scent fills the air fast. "Tell me something real, Jax. Not the marshal stuff. What did you want to be when you were a kid? Before the badge and the growling?"
