Page 108 of Dead Girls Don’t Forget

“Really?” I asked.

“You’re tired.”

“I can still walk.”

“Hmm.”

I rolled my eyes but let him carry me inside, my arms settling around his neck. By the time we reached his room, I was too comfortable to argue anymore.

He handed me one of his old T-shirts before I disappeared into the bathroom to change. When I came back, he was already waiting in bed. I slipped under the blankets and curled against him without thinking.

“Lia spent the whole night telling stories I wasn't part of,” I murmured. “Every single one.”

His arm tightened around my waist.

“I didn't notice,” he admitted quietly. “I'm sorry.”

After a moment he added, “I'll talk to her.”

I nodded against his shoulder. He would or he wouldn't. Tonight I didn't have the energy to worry about it.

He kissed the top of my head.

Wrapped in his warmth, I fell asleep almost immediately.

Chapter 32: Protective Wolf

The next morning I was on my hands and knees while Jackson held my hips and drove into me from behind. The room filled with the rough sound of our breathing, the creak of the bed, and skin meeting skin in a rhythm that kept building, faster, harder.

“Hang on,” he rasped near my ear, as his pace picked up.

As if I had a choice.

I moaned into the pillow as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me, my whole body already trembling with the pressure of it. No one had ever made me feel the way Jackson did. Like he could reach into me and pull reactions out of my body I didn’t even know existed.

“More,” I demanded, the word breaking on a small growl.

His grip shifted instantly. One hand slid from my hip to my shoulder, holding me steady, while the other moved between my thighs. His fingers found my clit, working tight, deliberate circles that made my breath stutter as his pace didn’t slow.

It was too much. It was not enough.

I didn’t care that the headboard kept slamming loudly against the wall. If anything, the noise only fed the reckless heat already burning through me.

Then the orgasm hit hard enough to rip a cry from my throat. My body locked around him as the pleasure crashed through me in sharp, blinding waves.

Jackson cursed roughly behind me.

His weight pressed fully against my back and his teeth caught my shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to send another shudder through me. A deep growl vibrated from his chest as his thrusts turned uneven.

A second later he came with a hoarse sound against my shoulder, body tensing as he buried himself deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned breathlessly.

Then the bedroom door flew open.

“Jax, you u— oh my God.” Lia’s voice cut off sharply.

Jackson reacted on instinct. He covered me with his body, pressing me flat against the mattress as he yanked the blanket over us.