Page 28 of Diesel’s Second Chance

"Harder," I hear myself beg. "Please, Jackson, harder! I never want to forget this moment!"

He braces his hands on either side of my head and slams into me. The new leverage lets him go even deeper, hit even harder. I'm making sounds I don't recognize, so desperate and raw.

"That's it." His voice is rough in my ear. "Let me hear how good I'm fucking you. Let the whole neighborhood hear."

I couldn't be quiet if I tried. Each thrust forces air from my lungs in broken moans. The headboard is hammering the wall so hard I'm pretty sure it's leaving marks. My fingers claw at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto.

"Whose pussy is this?" Jackson demands.

"Yours." The word comes out garbled.

"Say it again."

"Yours!" I practically scream it. "Yours, Jackson, all yours!"

"Damn right." He bites my shoulder, licks the sting, bites again. "Mine. My pussy. My woman. Mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sends me spiraling. I come again without warning, clenching around his cock so hard he curses viciously.

"Fuck, June, I'm—" His rhythm falters. "Gonna come. Gonna fill this perfect pussy up…"

"Do it." I push back against him as much as I can in this position. "Come inside me. Want to feel it."

Jackson slams home one final time and goes rigid. I feel him pulse inside me, feel the warmth flooding deep, and it triggers aftershocks that make me whimper.

He collapses on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. We're both gulping air, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat. His cock is still inside me, softening slowly.

I've never felt more thoroughly fucked in my entire life.

"Holy shit," Jackson finally says.

I laugh breathlessly. "Yeah."

He pulls out and rolls us onto our sides, tucking me back against his chest. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, slicking my inner thighs. The wet, messy evidence of what we just did.

"You okay?" he asks.

"More than okay." I lace my fingers through his where they rest on my hip. "That was incredible."

"Yeah."

We lie there in silence. Outside, I can hear a car pass on the street. A dog barking. Normal life continuing while mine has fundamentally changed..

I just had sex with Jackson Reed. In my bed. In broad daylight. And instead of drowning in guilt, I feel...

Happy.

For the first time in seven years, I feel genuinely, completely happy.

"June." Jackson's voice is soft. "What are you thinking?"

"That I love you." I turn in his arms to face him. "That I'm terrified you won't come back tonight. That I'm also terrified of what it means if you do."

He cups my face. "What does it mean?"

"That we're really doing this. That we're choosing each other despite everything." I press my hand over his heart, feel it beating strong and steady. "That we're building something new instead of living in the past."

"Is that what you want?"