His c**k jumped in response, reaching for her, wanting to be inside her.
“Can anyone see us?” she gasped out as she settled against him.
“Tinted windows. And yeah, I punched him.”
Moaning, she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She gripped his shoulders, her strawberry tresses falling like a curtain around them. “Tell me more.”
“His lip busted and two of his teeth fell out. Blood poured, and he cried like a baby.”
“God, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Mishka arched against Jaxon’s swollen shaft, pressing hard before flitting away. Both of them groaned at the intense surge of pleasure. “More.”
Jaxon palmed her br**sts. Her ni**les were so pearled they stabbed at his palms. “I kicked him in the stomach.”
Up and down she moved against him, rubbing…tantalizing. “I’m so wet.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes. Please.”
He unsnapped her pants and delved a hand past her panties, right to her very center. Hot and wet, just as she’d claimed. He hissed in a breath. She cried out his name, practically ripped open his jeans, and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Their lips met in a heated clash, tongues thrusting, bodies undulating. She tasted so sweet, like passion and eternity. He pumped two fingers inside her as she rode his shaft with her hand, up and down, up and down.
More, he needed more.
He pulled from the kiss and bent his head, sucking one of her ni**les through her shirt. Her inner walls squeezed at him, encouraging him to do more, take more. Another finger slid inside her, and his thumb circled her clit.
“I want this inside me,” she gasped, working the head of his penis. Round and round.
“Shit,” he managed to get out. “Don’t stop.”
“Want to make love,” she pouted.
“Here?”
“Here.”
He had her pants on the floorboard one second later, and his dick inside her two seconds later. Besides Mishka, he’d never taken a woman without a condom. Just like before, her heat and wetness proved to be paradise. And yet, never had something been more erotic, more satisfying. This was home.
The car turned a corner and they shifted to the side, but he never stopped pumping deep, hard, fast. She undulated against him, nipped and bit at his face, jerked at his hair, completely lost in her desire.
When their orgasms hit, they hit with the strength and force of his thrusts. Jaxon reclaimed her lips, swallowing her screams as he shot inside her, over and over again. Until he was empty, his strength depleted.
She slumped against him, and he realized their hearts were racing in sync.
What could have been a minute or an eternity later, the car eased to a stop. Cursing under his breath, panting, he glanced out the window. They’d reached their destination. “We’re here.”
Mishka’s head lifted, and she gifted him with a luminous, satisfied smile. He wanted to curse again when she pulled away from him, but he didn’t. They were on a time crunch. Instead, he tugged his shirt off and used it to clean them both up. As she shimmied back into her pants, he righted his own.
Tonight, I’ll linger over her, he vowed.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“My house.”
Eyes wide, she faced him. “Really? You brought me to your home?”
She asked as if she didn’t deserve to be there. “Of course.”
“Why?”
“That’s the surprise.” He commanded the car door to open and it obeyed. Out he climbed before lifting Mishka to the ground beside him. Up, up, up she gazed.
“Wow. The pictures didn’t do it justice.”
He looked the house over, trying to see it through her eyes. Tall and winding, the four-story mansion boasted red brick, pristine and well kept. The lawn was manicured and green, the trees scattered throughout real. There were no other houses in sight, since he owned the surrounding hundred acres.
“It’s a family home. My grandfather gave it to me.”
“I love it.”
He was glad, since he planned to move her in as soon as possible. “Come on.” He looped an arm over her shoulder and ushered her up the steps, past the porch, and through the French double doors, which opened the moment the sensors registered his identity.
The entryway boasted intricately carved beige walls, with red velvet vanity chairs positioned around a cherrywood half-table. Four columns led to the wide, winding staircase. To the left and right, swirling gold and black carpet formed a path into the front and rear drawing rooms, both of which led into never-used formal dining rooms.
Mishka ground her feet into the wood floor, trying to slow him down. “Hold on. I’m looking.”
He brought his stride to a casual gait. She eyed the crystal chandelier and the portraits of his family hanging throughout.
Her brow furrowed. “There are none of you.”
“No. My mother has the ones of me as a kid, and I haven’t had any done since moving out on my own. Like I really want to look at my ugly mug every morning.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re not ugly.”
“You sound like my mom.”
“Fuck that,” she muttered.
He barked out a laugh. “Okay, now you sound like my woman.”
A rosy blush colored her cheeks. “Much better.”
Finally he managed to get her up the polished steps and past the square center hall. He bypassed the second-floor drawing room where he kept his poker table and virtual game center.
When they hit the third floor, where most of the bedrooms were, he stopped, nervousness blooming inside him.
Concerned, Mishka peered up at him. “What’s wrong?”
He cupped her cheeks, and her palms settled over his bare chest. “Before I show you what I brought you here to show you, I want you to know it’s going to be okay. You have nothing to fear.”
Her eyes widened. “Jaxon, what’s going on?”
“I would never do anything to hurt or endanger you.” Now or never. “You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
He swallowed—now or never—and led her into the last room on the right. He stopped. A queen-sized bed occupied the center of the room. Two men wearing lab coats stood beside it, studying several monitors that beeped and flashed.
“Oh my God. Is that…is that…?” Slowly Mishka walked forward, until she stood at the edge of the bed. “How? What?” She covered her mouth with a shaky hand. “Jaxon, you shouldn’t have done this. His men will come after you.”