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“You can look, Jax,” she whispers.
Instead of responding, I head toward the front of the truck and plop down in the seat. She’s trying to bait me, but I can’t fall into her trap. As I flip the hat around and lower it over my eyes, I focus on my need for a shower. I want nothing more than to clean the blood from my junk, and that’s something I can’t do until I figure out where Kane keeps the restraints.
I have to make sure she can’t run off. Because she will. The first time the opportunity presents itself, she’ll take off again.
The water is still running, so I’m a bit shocked when her hand grazes my shoulder. She walks between the seats and sits on my lap. Her warmth burns me, but I don’t shove her away. Instead, I take the time to look at her. Her appearance was the reason I began staring at her in the first place.
She licks her full lips, and I’m tempted to lean forward and kiss her. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a woman’s caress, but I’ve never been with a woman as stunning as Aurora. Even though she looks a little tired, a little beaten down from what she’s been through at our hands, she’s still beautiful.
Aurora turns and straddles my lap. Her hand goes for my cheek as she leans in, but I turn away.
“We can’t,” I say. I speak as firmly as I can muster, but my voice sounds weak to my ears. I don’t get to play like this very often. Tobin comes knocking at any chance of sex, and I’m cast aside because my personality isn’t as strong as his. But Tobin is spent, and my mind is silent for once.
“There’s no one here but us, Jax. Sure we can.”
I’m not an idiot. She’s only trying to win me over so she can escape. She doesn’t actually like me. But someone needs to tell my dick this revelation.
My pierced, tattooed dick.
My god. I look like an idiot with this thing. I think it’s trashy, but then I remember who orchestrated the entire thing. Tobin. Need I say more?
“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to lower my defenses so you can escape again,” I say.
She shakes her head and looks away. “I know that’s useless now. I can’t run from you. But I want to see if it’s different when I fuck you.”
Oh, it would be very different. For starters, I won’t draw any blood.
Even though I know it’s a ploy, she tears down my defenses when her eyes meet mine again. When her hands move toward my lap, I don’t stop her. When she unzips my pants and reveals my fully erect cock, I allow it.
My eyes remain on hers as she rises and lowers herself onto me. Her warmth envelops me, and I groan and rest the back of my head against the leather seat. I revel in the way she grips my cock with each movement of her hips and thighs. Her breasts bounce slightly with each up-and-down motion, and I long to take them into my mouth. I long to taste her.
I put my hand behind her neck, draw her into me, and kiss her. She returns the kiss, meeting each surge of my tongue with hers. I raise my hips and meet her next motion halfway, thrusting my full length into her, and she moans into my mouth.
She pulls back and continues rocking on my lap. “When was the last time you fucked?”
“Years. Five maybe,” I pant against her neck.
“They don’t let you out to play?”
“Not like this.” I reach around her waist and grip the steering wheel as she fucks me.
“How does it feel?” she whispers.
“So fucking good.”
She increases the speed, riding me harder, and if I don’t change positions, I’ll come too soon. How fucking ridiculous.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” I say, and she nods.
I ease her off my lap and guide her toward the back of the truck. I don’t even care about the blood on us as I lay her down and get between her legs. I only want to feel her again.
I wrap her thighs around me as I push inside her. She looks up at me with those pretty green eyes as her moans drift from her lips, and I fuck her a little harder so I can draw more of that out of her. Tobin already filled her, but I can’t be mad about another man’s come. Not when I have this perfect woman beneath me. Instead of focusing on the warm stickiness as I thrust into her, I focus on the soft moan she releases or the way her body responds to mine.
My hand moves between us, and I rub tight circles around her clit. When she clenches around me, I know I’m in the right spot.
Or am I? She’s a professional at this, and there’s a lot more at stake than a stack of cash this time.
“Don’t fake it for me, sweet girl. I can always tell,” I say.
