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Jax shakes his head, cupping my cheek to keep my eyes on his. “I’ve stood by for a fucking lifetime as you ran to them instead of me. I watched you fall in love with them, knowing it would always be them and not me. I listened to you cry at night every time one of them got a girlfriend or a crush that wasn’t you.” I blink away the stinging in my eyes as he hurls truths at me that I never wanted to see. “I held you for a whole summer while you cried on my chest after you left them behind in California. Nora baby, I know you love them. I know, and I’ve always fucking known.” He kisses me softly. Just a peck before pulling back. “As long as you don’t forget who loved you first.”
I kiss him immediately. No hesitation, as if I physically cannot stop myself. This time the kiss is gentler, softer—like coming home. He groans into my mouth, letting his hand drift down my neck and shoulder, settling on the curve of my hip. I'm suddenly so glad I decided to close the curtains, because otherwise we’d be giving the entire town a show right now.
An idea suddenly strikes, and my lips turn up into a sly grin that has him pulling back squinting at me strangely.
“Why don’t I like the look on your face right now?” he asks with an amused chuckle as I peel myself away from his arms.
“I have an idea.” I make my way across the room to where my phone is again and scroll through my music app.
“Your ideas are never good ideas—” he complains, but I ignore him as I sift through my playlists. Finding the one I’m looking for, I turn the volume up and soon, the slow thumps filter out of the speaker in the ceiling.
Jax’s eyes darken as it registers. “Is this—?” I nod, gliding back over to him. Sleep Token fills the room, the breakdown only seconds away. It’s the song we were supposed to dance at the showcase. A dance we practiced hundreds of times without ever realizing that the lyrics might mean a lot more than we thought.
I turn the music all the way up as I face him. “We didn’t get to do this on stage, but we can still finish it now.” I feel the music flowing through me already, my muscles twitching, wanting to move in the familiar way I had for months on end. We both know this dance like it’s second nature by now.
He was turning me around before the words were fully out. Facing the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, our cue is almost here. Taking my spot, I shake out my muscles and turn my head to the side as Jax circles around behind me. His steps are in time with the bass and I can feel the familiarity of the routine already settling over me. His hands circle around my waist, gliding over my exposed stomach as I gently roll my hips. His movements are precise and calculated, but I swear to all the gods above I’ve never seen a man move with such sensuality before. We’ve done this routine countless times and yet right now it feels like it’s the very first time.
As we move around the dance floor, there’s a new fire lit beneath our feet. There’s a spark—a passion that only fuels our steps and heightens the heat in the cramped room. If there was an audience present, they’d all be blushing. Every lift, every turn, and every caress makes my body tremble with need. I can feel my thighs growing slick every time our eyes meet. He bites his inner cheek in concentration when he lifts me into the air and catches me. My arms land around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist.
The song is about us now. Everything is about us. Every touch, every step, everything. All of it is us. This dance is like sex. Maybe better than sex.
We make it halfway through the routine before the tension snaps. He spins me to face him, pulling me in for a greedy kiss. I let my tongue invade his mouth and he growls from somewhere deep in his chest like he’s trying his hardest to hold back. He starts to walk me backward until I feel the cold press of the mirror at my back. His waist is at just the right height to where he settles my ass down on the bar, grinding his hardness into my core. The sounds I’m making don’t sound like my own.
Our bodies are covered in sweat and when his hand comes down on the mirror next to my head, I hear the swipe of it as he holds himself steady. I lick at his neck, relishing the salty taste of his sweat. Biting down and nipping at his skin makes him moan. Breaking apart, I take a moment to rip my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere on the floor. He makes quick work of my sports bra, revealing my pebbled nipples and takes one in his mouth and sucks. With a curse, he does the same to the other.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says between worshipping kisses. “You taste so good—” His lips travel over the flat expanse of skin that lays between my rounded breasts, licking up the dripping sweat while he groans in pleasure at the taste of me.
Bringing his lips back to mine, his hips begin to press into me harder and I writhe against him. I need more. I need all of him right this second or I might combust. Reaching down, I unzip his jeans with ease and free his heavy cock from his waistband. He groans into my neck and I rub the soft skin up and down, adding a little pressure before running the pad of my thumb over the swollen head.
“Holy shit—” he moans, pumping his dick into my palm, faster and faster until he starts to grow even harder. I can feel him pulsing as he pants heavily in my ear. His hand grips onto the mirror next to my head. With a sharp breath, he pulls away abruptly and I’m about to protest, but he shushes me with his lips. Pulling back, he grins wickedly. “I’m not ready for this to be over quite that fast.”
I laugh, but it’s cut off when lifts me by the waist and yanks down my leggings without warning, underwear along with them and tosses them on the floor with my shirt. My bare ass hits the bar as he sets me back down. His shirt follows as he rips it over his head. I gape openly at his rippling abs, coated in shiny, slick sweat. I marvel at the lines of him and seriously contemplate what the fuck is wrong with me. How had I ignored the fact that a fucking demigod has slept in my bed for more nights than I can count? How the hell could I have ignored his body pressed against mine every time he held me close? For the life of me I can’t find an excuse.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Not now. Not when I have him here for the taking. Jax drops to his knees, causing me to yelp in surprise, but instead of pulling away, I find myself shoving my fingers into his long hair and pulling his face closer to my dripping pussy. He chuckles, but it only causes his breath to waft over my swollen and sensitive clit. I wriggle, needing his mouth on me. His tongue licks out, flattening as he swipes all the way up. The sound I make is guttural.
He laps at me like his life depends on it, hitting all the right spots with just the right pressure to make me gasp for air. With one of his hands splayed over my lower abdomen, holding me in place, the other spreads my thighs farther, keeping me in place as my head falls back against the mirror. His thumb creeps down until he’s flicking my clit back and forth with agonizing rhythm. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’m going to catch fire and burn this whole building down.
Increasing speed, he sucks and licks and rubs until stars dance in my eyes. My eyes close as I let my moans slip out, thankful that I’m the only one with a key to this building. My thighs shake around his head as he sucks my clit between his lips and rolls it over his tongue. Fire rips through my lower belly and I scream, gripping his hair until I'm sure it hurts him.
Looking down, I see him pull away, his lips lifted into a satisfied smirk. I meet his grin with one of my own. His lips are slick as he stands up again, gripping his cock in his hand and pumping it slowly. He’s nowhere near done and, honestly...neither am I. Though that orgasm was off the charts ridiculous, my body already craves more. That was obviously just a warm up.
It's like years and years of something pent up is finally beginning to break free. All this time, I’ve held onto this strange affection...this strange crush that developed into so much more without me even realizing it. I’ve spent so much time devoting my heart to River and Luca that I forgot about the one who’s always been right here, taking care of me and loving me despite it all.
“I've wanted to taste you for years,” he says, his voice guttural and low. “I used to imagine how your pussy would feel when you rode my face. Fucking delicious…”
My heart feels so full right now, but that’s not the only part of me I wish was full. He must see it in my eyes because in one swift thrust, he’s buried inside of me. We both moan, but he cuts it off as he captures my lips again, this time violently. I can taste myself on him, but it just makes me even more wild for him. The mirror behind us shakes as he spreads my thighs wide open and pounds into me relentlessly.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck—” Every thrust slams me backward until I’m not sure the mirror can really withstand it. He fucks me hard and fast, pinning me in place until I’m stretched wide and at his mercy. At this moment, Jax seems larger than life and completely in control.
As if reading my mind, Jax hooks his arms under my ass and lifts me off the bar, still seated on his cock. His arm muscles are bulging as he lifts and lowers me—bouncing me on his dick effortlessly, but before I know it, he’s kneeling us to the dance floor and covering my body with his. We never lost contact, but this new angle hits even deeper than before. His cock slams into me over and over. He rolls his hips and fucks me into the hard floor. I’m screaming and he’s moaning. He’s fucking me so fast and so hard that I can’t do anything but hold on for dear life. My eyes roll back in my head as his movements stutter and become erratic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he grunts before his hips still. He spills into me with a long groan that has me throwing my head back and screaming as another orgasm crashes over me. I've never come this hard before. So hard that my whole body shakes. Jax leans his forehead into mine, his eyes shut tight as the aftershocks roll over us both. “Fuck, Nora…”
Sweat slicks between us, and the room is stiflingly hot. I brush my fingers through his hair as he turns his head and scoots down, leaning his cheek in the hollow between my breasts. He nestles there with a yawn as I chuckle. “We wasted so many fucking years. What the hell were we thinking?”
Lifting his head, he pushes up on his elbows after placing a kiss between my breasts and grins at me. “Nah, we didn’t waste any time. I always knew you’d fall for me, I just had to bide my time.”
Snorting, I roll my eyes. “That’s not creepy at all…”
