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Jax laughs, a rich, fantastic sound I never want to go a day without hearing. I blush and look away. The trees around us are getting thinner, opening up to a vast expanse of pools as big as a hot tub throughout a small clearing. The pools glow with the full moon above, and fireflies zip to and fro above the water, making everything seem magical. There’s a haze of steam over the clearing, and tall rocks jut out of the steam all around. It’s like an alien landscape, and I think it’s my favorite place on earth.
“It’s not that she can’t be mated, babe. It’s the fact that if anyone touches her, both Ryder and Cole will rip them to shreds. She's to be protected, she’s already been hurt, the man who got her pregnant ditched town the same night he took her virginity. Any man who’s tried has been scared off so fast Rachel never even knew they were attracted to her. And Rachel herself? She’s absorbed herself with her son and her healing gifts, she even went as far as to be a licensed and registered nurse. So believe me when I say she doesn’t mind that she’s not mated, she’s simply too busy.”
I chew my bottom lip as Jax sets me down and begins removing my clothes. I have so much more I want to ask, so many clarifying questions, but everything leaves my mind the moment his lips touch my wrist. Every time he removes the clothes from a part of my body he places a hot kiss on the revealed skin, and when he takes off my pants, he sinks to his knees and kisses me between my legs.
I moan desperately, but he spares only one kiss there and then stands, stripping himself of his own clothes without ceremony and stepping into the hot water. He holds his hand out to me once he’s up to his waist in the water and I pinch my legs together so hard the wetness from my excitement makes my legs slide back and forth.
I take his hand and he gently leads me down into the pool. At first the water stings and I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth, but my body acclimates the deeper I get. Finally, Jax and I are treading water in the dark hot spring, and he holds my back to his chest. The water is hot, so deliciously hot, and he takes no time at all to start washing away the blood and dirt of the worst day of my life.
His hands on my body are like liquid fire, scalding and branding me with his every stroke, and I don’t hide my pleasure. I’m moaning openly, unembarrassed. We’re alone here, there’s no one for miles and miles, and I feel like I can finally let myself enjoy it without fear of being heard. Jax grunts as I moan, his cock so hard on my back that I know he must be in pain. But he doesn’t try to ease himself, he doesn't try to touch me sexually until I’m completely clean.
When I can take no more, I reach behind and between our bodies and firmly grab his thick manhood. Jax gasps, body shuddering. He begins to swim backwards with me in his arms until we reach a shallow spot and he’s able to pull himself up on a ledge and catch his breath.
“We’re supposed to be bathing first…” he breathes, panting hard as the hot water drips down his bare chest and the light of the full moon glistens off that perfect cock. I’m still in the water, staring up at him from where my feet barely touch the ground, and I get a wicked idea. I swim closer to him, until just the tops of my breasts are out of the water, and I massage them while staring at him lustfully.
“I think I’m clean enough…” I whisper, stepping between his legs and stroking my hands up his thighs.
Jax’s eyes are wide and wary, unsure what I’m going to do, but when I gently kiss the head of his manhood he stops breathing in shock. “I want to taste you,” I moan, and swirl my tongue around the mushroom tip with my eyes locked on his.
“Your wish is my—” He chokes on his words as I swallow his cock hungrily. With all my knowledge and experience I know my mouth is the most talented he’ll have ever had. He tastes amazing, a sweet and salty blend I’ll never get tired of, and I relish in his shocked moans and gasps as I angle my body so his shaft slips into my throat with ease.
I breathe through my nose, never breaking the contact, and Jax loses the ability to hold himself up. He lays back on the ground, reaching out and gripping nearby plants, roaring with pleasure. His hips are jerking, he’s forcing himself to stay still and failing. He wants to thrust, he wants to grab my head and fuck my mouth, but he’s too much of a gentleman, too much of a sweetheart.
I want him wild. I want him to lose his control, so I grab the sack beneath his shaft and roll his balls between my fingers like I’m maneuvering a coin over my knuckles. He bucks wildly, his cock slamming into my throat, and I angle myself so that he doesn’t bruise me but slips in and out of my throat seamlessly.
I watch him lose control, muscles rippling with strain, gasping and moaning like a wild animal, and I’m so pleased with myself that I can't contain it. I reach between my legs with my free hand and moan as I stroke myself once, twice. Jax’s hand is in my hair, he pulls hard, yanking me off his cock and lifting me up and over the bank without a word. I’m on my knees, presented before him, and he growls menacingly when he sees me touching myself. Forcefully, he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, using ivy vines growing near us to bind them, and then he lowers himself to my ear and growls so loudly I shiver in anticipation.
“That’s mine to pleasure…” he says, his voice low and threatening.
When he straights and lines himself up to my throbbing core, I know I’m in for a wild ride. This time Jax doesn’t bother being gentle, I don’t think he can. I think I sucked the gentle right out of him. He plunges inside of me so hard I cry out in delight, wrapping my fingers in the ivy and pushing back on his as he pounds so every thrust hits that much harder.
I look over my shoulder, wanting to see him, wanting to memorize this moment, and find him looking both dominating and lost in his own pleasure. We’re both screaming, neither of us making any attempt to hide our pleasure. His hands on my hips are making me crazy. We’re slamming so hard together that part of me wonders if I’ll bruise and another part of me hopes I will. I want to be marked by him, I want his handprints burned into my hips just like over my heart. I need it more than I will ever know.
“Show me how good I make you feel!” I demand, clenching the walls of my pussy around his cock and milking him even harder.
He gasps, moaning, and to my surprise; he whimpers.
“You haven’t come…” he cries, and reaches around to circle my clit.
I’m writhing on contact, desperately wanting to come, but I have a carnal need to please him and only him. I yank my hands out of the ivy and slip away from him in one quick motion and turn, putting my foot on his chest and pushing him down. Obediently, he strokes my ankle and sits, lowering himself slowly to the ground. His eyes are wide in fascination as I lower myself over his hips and push him back where he belongs.
When he’s deeply inside me I lean back, gripping his legs just above the knee, and ride him like I’m riding a mechanical bull. Slow and sensuous at first, but gradually picking up pace until I’m rocking on him wildly. His eyes are wide, his mouth slack in awe, and he presses one hand to my breastbone, caressing me lovingly while I rock his world.
I may only be in his life for a short time, but it will be the best time.
Or I’ll die trying.
Chapter18
Jackson
Cricket is a goddess in the flesh, sent to me when I needed her most.
I watch her ride me, her body gloriously pulling and pushing on mine. Her dark hair falls behind her head, wild and free, blowing in the slight breeze. Her small breasts bounce to her rhythm, begging to be sucked, but whenever I try to sit up she pushes me back down. For whatever reason, my mate needs to pleasure me before herself. If I don’t let her, I worry she’ll work herself into another episode.
So I let go of my control, letting myself be completely absorbed in the feelings and sensations. It won't be long, not with her cool blue eyes looking at me with such heat in them. I stare at her sweet center riding my cock, the slick and shine of her, her clit rubbing deliciously on my pelvis when she sits and grinds.
I come like a landslide, crashing through me and destroying me entirely. It’s viscous, hard, delectable, and as I buck and groan as Cricket lowers her body over mine and sucks my bottom lip. She’s practically purring with satisfaction, so proud of herself, and she wiggles her hips back and forth on me in a little celebratory dance.
