Page 223 of Wait for Him

"FIVE! FOUR! THREE!"

Who suggested this shit?

Me.

I fucking built the place.

Idiot.

By two, my eyes are squeezed shut, my back is arched, and I'm so close I can't form anything resembling language. Jackson leans over me, bringing his mouth right beside my ear while the crowd roars the number.

"TWO!"

"Come, baby. Now."

And I obey.

My body lets go all at once, soaking him and the bed as the crowd fucking loses it behind us. I barely register the cheering before Jackson tosses the wand aside and drives into me in one hard thrust.

"Fuckkkkk."

The sound gets ripped out of me, long and completely undignified, and somewhere behind us the crowd gets even louder.

Fucking animals.

I love every last one of them.

Jackson

I never imagined I'd be sinking back into Rose for the first time in front of a crowd, but fuck if there's not a part of me that loves them watching. They know her here. They want her. Half the people in this place probably have stories about her that I absolutely do not want to hear, and right now every single one of them gets to watch her choose me.

The second she comes, soaking me and the bed, I slide home while her core is pulsing around me from her orgasm.

"Fuckkkk."

The crowd is roaring behind us, yelling praise at both of us, but I don't look. Neither does she. I couldn't tell you what a single person out there is doing because Rose turns her head enough for me to catch her eyes, and that's pretty much the end of my awareness of anything beyond this bed.

"You feel so fucking good."

I rut into her again, and again, and again, until I'm nearly blind with it. A year without her, ten years of wanting her, every fucked-up decision that somehow brought us right back here. When I drag my nails down her back, her whole body reacts, and seconds later she's coming again. That's enough to take me with her, and I bury my face against her neck while I ride it out.

Yeah. I'm going to need to get her out of here soon. I've shared enough.

When we've both finally stopped shaking, I ease out of her and dispose of the condom in the strategically placed bin beneath the bed. She thought of everything when she built this place.

Condom bin under the sex bed.

Very responsible.

Very Rose.

Then I turn my attention back to her. I release the cuffs one at a time and rub each wrist gently as soon as it's free, checking the skin before moving to the next. By the time I've got her completely free, she's boneless.

I slide one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her against my chest. The crowd is still making noise, although a decent portion of them seem to have moved on to enjoying their own partners.

Good. Show's over, motherfuckers.

"That was incredible," Rose mumbles, nuzzling into my neck.