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Good.
I blinked a few times, struggling to catch my breath. Good?
I turned my head to find my body on its side, completely stretched out, my legs scissored apart. Jax was hovering over me, fucking me sideways, supporting his entire body weight on his two big, extended arms. If I craned my neck I could even watch, and the watching part was hot. His shaft glistened with wetness as he glided in and out of me, disappearing again and again into the valley formed by the two plump globes of my ass.
Okay, maybe it is good.
The new position put our faces together, enabling us to kiss just as deeply as before. That happened immediately, magnetically, our lips crashing together like we couldn’t wait to start up again. And weirdly enough, it might’ve been the most wonderful part of all.
For one, kissing Jax required both of us to keep our mouths shut, so to speak. We couldn’t talk, so we couldn’t trade insults. Instead, we fought with our lips; kissing, nibbling, even biting at times. His hot tongue slid through every corner of my eager, breathless mouth, and the very moment it finished, my own tongue was exploring his.
Kissing him at all should’ve been taboo, really. It seemed something reserved for two people forging a more intimate, loving connection. We could’ve been content to hate-fuck the shit out of each other, without ever making eye contact. Without even touching our lips together, too.
Instead, we seemed to revel in both.
A hand closed over my wrist, twisting my arm forward, pressing my palm against something hard and smooth. When I looked up, I knew what he wanted me to do. I grabbed the headboard with both hands, arched my back, and shoved my ass back in his direction. With my hair spilling down my back, it must’ve looked obscenely hot.
“Finish already.”
I growled the words as a challenge, and Jax took that challenge immediately. He impaled me from behind, wrapping one hand so deep in my hair my mind began spinning with the possibilities.
Then he began fucking me even harder than before…
… and pulled.
FUCK!
I wanted to hate it, but I simply couldn’t. The exquisite stretching, the borderline pain. The breathless pace of the intense, furious pounding he was giving me — I loved it all way more than I expected to. My God, I’d so fucking wanted this! And I didn’t just want it, I’d needed it, too.
Paint chips flew as the headboard banged violently into the wall, causing me to shove myself backward against his ferocious thrusts. Jax had stamina. He had control. He had technique too, whether I begrudgingly wanted to admit it or not. But the main reason he was drilling me so hard, and fucking me so well, was perhaps because after all these years of going off on me verbally, it was finally his chance to go off on me physically, as well.
I looked back at him over my shoulder, and once again our eyes locked. Silently, wordlessly, I ordered him to come. I expected him to defy me, or maybe even go harder. To my surprise however, he actually nodded.
OhmyGod…
With one final grunt he pulled out and came all over me, showering my ass and back with his warm, sticky heat. It was incredible, watching him come. Jax became lost in the moment, his face twisted in ecstasy. I felt oddly powerful, in the face of his vulnerability.
We collapsed to the bed side by side, our bodies touching, the both of us heaving from the exertion of our release. For long minutes, neither one of us said a thing. In the warmth and the stillness, there was nothing to be said, really.
Then my eyelids grew heavier, the bed grew softer, and the shadows closed in from all sides.
~ 13 ~
HARPER
I woke up alone, naked and sticky in the empty bed, straddling a whole mess of blankets. Last night had been frenzied. Crazy. Totally reckless.
But also, insanely amazing.
“Hey, Harper.”
The voice that came from the doorway sounded different today. Maybe that’s because everything was different, whether I liked it or not.
“Is there any particular reason you’re naked in my bed?”
I whirled in a panic, flipping the blankets off entirely by accident as I turned to face the foreign voice. When I saw who it was, I grabbed for the blankets again, to cover up.
“Holy SHIT!”
