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He’d saved a life. Dozens, most likely.
He’d unselfishly taken on the role of father.
What in the world was I—
“Jax, I—”
He whirled on me and we crashed together, kissing like crazy, our hands fumbling with each other’s clothing almost immediately. Nothing else existed. There was only the heat, the attraction, the mutually-assured destruction we’d silently decided upon. We were both here for a singular reason: to take what we wanted. To use each other in ways that satisfied our most basic and primal of all needs, and nothing more.
My panties were already soaked as he yanked them down, along with my jeans, rolling the whole bunched up mess all the way to my ankles. I yelped as he lifted me up, spun me around, and bent me over the sink.
There was the jangle of a belt buckle. The hurried rush of a zipper…
He sank into me almost immediately.
Fuuuuuck!
Jax set a forceful hand on my back, shoving me forward, bending me so far over I could only grip the sink. Then he began pounding away. The whole sordid act was hot, dirty, totally raw. His hands slid to my hips so he could exert more control, and all I could do was clench my teeth, close my eyes, and enjoy the feeling of being absolutely plundered.
It was a little frightening, how easily we fell into such a hot, filthy rhythm. It was even more unbelievable that I was here in the men’s room of this shitty little bar, staring into the mirror, watching myself get so thoroughly and ferociously fucked. Our bodies picked up speed, until something began to rattle. My fingers clutched the porcelain, as I practically tore the sink from the wall.
I hated that I was enjoying the view, as Jackson Ripley drilled me from behind. It bothered me that it all felt so fucking good, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. We made eye contact once, somewhere in the thick of it all, and the fierce animosity between us only made the whole thing that much hotter for me. I hated that part, too, come to think of it.
But at the same time, I totally fucking loved it.
This wasn’t a long affair. It wouldn’t go on for minutes. Eventually I stopped fighting my orgasm and just let go, surging around him, milking him to a completion that was only a few seconds behind. Jax finished inside me, his thick shaft pulsing violently. The fingers digging into my hips twisted into the same spots left by Adrian, and the ensuing pain only made me feel dirtier, filthier, and somehow, even more amazing.
We stood there in the moments after, the both of us heaving and out of breath. That’s when I noticed the sink had been rattled loose, and was hanging an inch or two lower than before. Jax leaned over my back, still buried deep inside me. Staring into the mirror together, we glared at each other, ferociously.
“God, I hate you,” he breathed into my ear. “You know that?”
I swallowed hard, then reached down to roll my panties and jeans back up. Everything was a hot fucking mess.
“Ditto,” I whispered back at him, curling my lip.
Down between my legs, everything was throbbing. Jax was running down my thighs. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it beating in my ears.
All of a sudden I felt his hot lips on my neck. Jax kissed me there; somewhat forcefully, but also with a lingering slowness and sweetness I didn’t expect. Then he zipped up, buckled his belt, and unlocked the door.
A full minute after he left I was still gripping the sink, staring into the mirror, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.
~ 25 ~
HARPER
The YouTube video played itself out on my big screen, cast to my television the instant I’d gotten the notification that it had dropped. I was three minutes in. There were nine minutes left.
Already, I felt sick to my stomach.
The demonstration was mostly on-screen footage of the VR end product, interlaced with some close-ups of the connectivity and narrated throughout. It wasn’t so much the haptic features that got me, it was the fluidity of the entire system. Everything moved so fast, with such a near-instant response time, I didn’t know whether to be angry or jealous or both.
Worst of all, the creator was a kid, much younger than myself. He hadn’t developed his own hardware, he’d modded an existing rig and was using it to demonstrate features I’d spent months working on in secret. And yet somehow, he had many of the same ideas I did.
My first thoughts were that he’d somehow stolen my ideas. I quickly dismissed this, because my development computer was eternally air-gapped. There was no way of accessing any of my files, because that particular machine had no IP address, no internet connection, and no outside access to the hard-drive.
I watched the video twice, then watched the three others I’d seen earlier on the same channel. Almost everything sent up red flags. The kid’s techniques were radically different, just like mine. They weren’t exactly the same, though. There were subtle differences in the way he was sending and receiving data that seemed totally fucking genius or outright impossible.
I couldn’t tell which though, without seeing the code.
