“But you got me too excited,” he complained. “You’re fucking with my plans.”
He snatched up my lips, and I arched up on my tiptoes to meet his mouth head-on. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly, and before I could control it, I started rolling my hips into his erection that had slipped between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out, the tease of him there making me shiver. “I can’t wait, Jax. Please,” I begged.
He pulled his mouth away, looked down at me, scowling with his sweaty hair sticking up in all directions and his fire blue eyes looking at me like the calm before the storm.
His hand dipped under the string of my thong at my waist, and my heart jumped when he yanked, ripping the material clean away from my body.
The pathetic black lace scrap fell to the floor, and I had enough time to wrap my arms around his neck before he picked me up and started carrying me for the bed.
We crashed down onto the mattress, and he wasted no time in nestling himself between my thighs and sinking his lips into mine. His hands were everywhere as he leaned over me, keeping his chest just a few inches above me.
“I love to look at you,” he whispered between kisses, grazing a hand over my nipple and down to my stomach.
I lifted my head off the mattress. “I want to fucking feel you inside me, Jax.” I squirmed, bending my knees up.
“Do you?”
I closed my eyes, trailing kisses up his neck. “Yes.”
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded, thrusting his hips and making me groan.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I cried, the rod between his legs relentless where it pressed against me.
“That’s not what I want to hear.” His teasing voice laughed at me.
“You’re an asshole?” I ventured, dragging my nails over the soft skin of his ass.
“No,” he grunted, grabbing my hands and pinning them over my head. “Say it.”
I smiled, loving how worked up he got. Loving how much he wanted to hear it. And as I looked over his face, falling into him with my heart swelling in my chest, I felt more at home, more safe and more cared for, than ever before in my life.
I swallowed down the tears in my throat, trying to whisper, but it came out barely audible. “Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.”
Peace settled in his eyes, and his jaw twitched with a smile.
Holding my gaze, he reached over and grabbed a condom out of the bedside drawer, ripped it open, and slipped it on. And my eyes fluttered as he positioned himself between my legs and slowly sank into me, inch by agonizing inch.
The vein in his neck bulged, and I closed my eyes against the onslaught of sensation, feeling him stretch and fill me and then ease back out slowly.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
Holding himself up on one arm, he reached down to cup my ass with the other and brought me in tight as he sank back into me, hard and deep.
“Please,” I gasped out. “Again.”
He slid out, gripped me hard, and dived back in deeper and deeper every time.
I planted my palms on his chest, rubbing my fingers over his rings, and arching my neck as he drove deep again and again, my back burning from being rubbed against the sheets so hard, but I didn’t care.
His hips started working faster, shallow thrusts and then a deep one, keeping the same rhythm until I was clenching around his cock, feeling the heat swarming in my belly like a storm.
Reaching down, I grabbed his hips and then leaned up and took his mouth.
His lips. God, his fucking lips. I lifted my chest off the bed to wrap my arms around him and held his mouth, not letting go as he fucked me harder and faster.
I rolled my hips, urging him on as we kissed and tasted each other. Our sweat mixed together, molding his chest to mine, and my clit throbbed at the feeling of his rings against my nipples.
I tore my mouth away, holding on for dear life. “Fuck me, Jax,” I cried. “God, don’t stop.”
He growled against my lips, his body working like a demon on mine. “I haven’t even fucking started.”
His hips pounded against me, taking me, and I moaned, feeling him sink so deep, hitting that spot again and again.
“Harder, Jax.” I sucked in air fast and hard, the orgasm building in my womb, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. Throwing myself back down on the bed, I rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts until the orgasm crashed over me, making my center clench and tighten, pulse and throb. I cried out, stilling as he kept fucking me, not stopping or slowing down.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “I love you.”
Wait. What?
I snapped my eyes open, seeing him smiling down at me.
“I … no … I … I.” Fuck!
“Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I don’t trust postorgasmic I love yous.”
He stopped thrusting, pulled out of me, and got off the bed. I instantly covered myself, confused. But before I had a chance to question him, he pulled me up, picked me up, and guided my legs around his body.
“What are we doing?” I asked, kissing him.
“I need to watch you.” He looked so desperate, as if he needed more and more.
And feeling his hardness rub the sensitive area between my legs was making me needy again.
He led us to the low lounge chair in the corner of the room. Slight recline on the back and no armrests to get in the way, the dark wooden chair with black cushions looked like something that might sit outside, but it was perfectly at home in his room.
Sitting down, I took his cue and unlocked my legs from behind him, and straddling him, I hung my legs over his thighs, planting my feet on the floor.
“Oh.” I let out a nervous laugh, grabbing his face for a kiss. “This is going to feel good.”
He sat back, looking relaxed and holding my hips. “You’re going to look good, too.”
I didn’t waste any time.
Lifting myself up, I held his eyes as I lowered myself back down, taking him back inside me.
His eyes drifted closed. “How can you still be so tight?”
“This feels different,” I said, moving up and down, finding a steady pace.
“It’s deeper.”
I bobbed faster, my breasts bouncing against his chest as I let my head fall back.
“Damn, look at you,” he mused, and I grabbed his face, covering his sweet lips with mine.
But I needed more. More contact.
I started rolling my hips into him, feeling his length massage my insides, making me groan as I withdrew, reveling in the skin on skin.
I whimpered thoughfully. “I like this,” I taunted. “I’ll have to ride you more.”
His eyes closed, his head fell back, and his white teeth peeked out with his little smile. “Now, that was a mistake.”
And I yelped when he wrapped his arms around me and shot off the chair—surprisingly easy since he was carrying an extra hundred twenty pounds—and he stomped to the bed, dumping me on my ass.
“Jax! What …?” I trailed off, confused.
His devilish grin pinned me for two seconds before he hooked my knees, yanked me down to the end of the bed, and flipped me over.
“Jax!” And I gasped as his cock crowned my entrance and his shadow loomed over me.
Oh, shit. My muscles clenched, and I could feel the warmth pouring out of me. “I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered in my ear. “But you’ll ride me when I say you can ride me.”
And he pushed into me, sinking deep and fucking fast.
“Oh, Jax,” I moaned, the thick heat of him filling me, giving me what I needed.
He pumped his hips, going rough and fast, spearing me, and all I could do was sit there and take it.
Or not. I turned out one knee and planted my hands on the bed, arching up.
“Damn, Juliet,” Jax grunted, driving into me. “You feel so good.”
The orgasm was starting to rock my insides, and I just held on, loving the feel of his fist gripping my hair.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my sex tightening and then slowly exploding in waves. “Oh,” I cried out. “Oh, God!”
And I let it go, feeling Jax’s arms wrap around me, holding me as I shook.
“Juliet …” He fell apart, jerking into me and breathing hard on my neck. “Only ever you.”
CHAPTER 22
JAXON
I grip my arms tight, huddling in a ball and squeezing my eyes shut so hard tears seep through the lids. The blasts of cold air cut into my ears as the fans blow around my face.
I’m in a freezer.
A deep freezer in my dad’s house, and this isn’t the first time.
“Please.” I can only whisper, my teeth chatter so hard. “Let me out.”
How long have I been in here? It feels like an hour, but I don’t think it’s been that long. I can still hear my father yelling at Jared outside in the kitchen. Oh, God, it hurts! I rock back and forth.
He’d hit our father. That’s why I’m in here.
Jared knows how I’m being hurt, and he’s mad. He lunged for our father as he sat on the couch, and it took them no time to get him under control. I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing to him out there. Jared’s angry about what our father makes us do, he’s mad about what happens to me, and I saw my father bring out the belt to punish him. I’m scared.