“I told you you were going to take your fucking hands off me,” I taunted him.
He pulled his fingers away from his mouth to inspect them, and I think he saw blood, because he yanked me by the arm, pulling me away from the car door.
“No, I’m not,” he challenged. “Biting? You just kicked me into sixth gear. Get in the fucking car,” he growled, swinging it open and pushing me toward it.
I clenched my teeth to keep the smile at bay. Climbing in, I scurried over the console, out of Jax’s way, when I saw that he was following me in the same side.
I swallowed the dryness from my mouth, and I waited, feeling a need I’d never felt. Not even with Liam.
He slammed the door and looked over at me as if he wanted to beat me up or something.
But he didn’t.
Grabbing me under the arms, he hauled me over onto his lap so that I straddled him. Taking my hand, he lowered it to his groin and panted into my lips. “Bite me, hit me, scream at me. I don’t care. I want to feel it. Fucking hurt me, K.C. Let me see you.”
And then he grabbed the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, immediately pushing his sweet tongue into my mouth and running his hands up my thighs under my skirt.
“Jax,” I panted, moving back and forth, in and out, meeting his lips and pushing back. “I love how you feel.”
I wanted this. I always wanted this. He was a carnival ride under my fucking skin, and there wasn’t one inch of him I didn’t want to taste.
Holding one side of his smooth face, I let my mind and my body slip into his warmth, and I forgot everything.
Just kiss him. That was all I heard—all my brain told me—as if it were just him and me in the world.
He held my ass in both of his hands, and I pulled my mouth away and looked down at him.
Placing my palms on his shoulders, I rubbed myself against him, really slow but really fucking hard, so I could feel every inch of him from the top of my clit to my entrance.
“Christ.” He bared his teeth, looking up at me, our lips an inch apart. “I knew you were this beautiful.”
Grasping my ass, his shoulders flexed under my hands as he pulled me into him and rolled his hips into mine.
Reaching back, I tried to pull his hands off my thong-clad ass. I couldn’t let this go too far, but there was no way I wanted it to stop, either. I felt I should at least try, even though my effort was pathetic.
I just knew that it should stop. Sooner or later we were going to get to the point of no return, and the more his hands touched all the places he shouldn’t, the more I wouldn’t want it to end.
Touching his mouth with mine, I whispered, pleading, “I have to feel you, Jax. I need more,” rolling my hips into his faster, again, again, and again. “More, Jax. Please,” I moaned, loving the friction on my clit.
He reached down, and I heard a zipper, feeling my heart picking up pace, knowing that I was going to get closer. Shifting underneath me, he slid his shorts down just a little, grabbed my ass, dug his fingers in, and pressed me hard into his warm cock.
My underwear. The only thing separating me from him. The only thing keeping us apart.
“Jax,” I whimpered, the heat flooding my * making me wet. “Oh, my God.”
I swallowed again and again, the pleasure of him right there making me a mess of nerves.
“We have to stay on top of the clothes, okay?” I started dry-fucking him, loving what I was feeling but scared by it, too.
His head fell back against the seat, and he closed his eyes. “I don’t care. Just don’t stop touching me.”
As if I wanted to stop! He loved what I was doing, and his ragged breathing, his muscles flexing under me, the sweat on his neck as we panted and moaned in the thick air of the humid car—I loved it, and I wanted to cry he felt so good.
With his hands gripping my hips, he rocked me into him, rubbing against his cock, over and over again, harder and harder until I didn’t fucking care that the material separating us was causing rug burn.
He flicked my lobe with his tongue. “Mmmmm … you’re so wet. I can feel it.”
I sucked in a breath, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into his mouth. “And you’re hard,” I rasped, “so hard.”
His tentative, slow fingers inched under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on my stomach.
“Jax, no,” I protested pathetically, sliding his hands back out of my shirt. “We can’t go that far. We won’t want to stop.”
“If you only knew how much you saying no was turning me on …”
I licked his bottom lip, dragging the tip of my tongue across it. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
He maneuvered under me, pulling his wet shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. “Hell yes, it feels good.” He grabbed my face and nibbled at my mouth. “But having you so close and not being able to move this one little piece of fabric”—he reached down and teased the elastic of my thong, his soft touch sending shivers down my arms—“that keeps me from sinking inside you is fucking torture. I want you so bad, K.C.,” he growled low. “I’ve always wanted you.”
And I cried out, his hard-on all of a sudden jerking, pressuring my clit. I leaned into his lips, and we breathed each other in as I rode him.
“Oh, Jax,” I cried out, the burn at my entrance making me want more.
God! I wanted more. I slammed my palm against the window, barely noticing the steam we’d created, but Jax held strong. Pushing me back, pulling me forward, sucking the breath out of me, and wanting it just as much as I did.
“Yo, Jax!”
Someone pounded on the driver’s-side window, and Jax and I jerked, looking up.
“What the …?” he bit out, gripping my shaky thighs. The orgasm that had been so close was now slowly ebbing away, and the throbbing between my legs turned vicious. I breathed hard, the need so bad it hurt. Did he feel it, too?
“Jax?” the guy called again, and I scurried back over to my seat.
Jax pounded the steering wheel once, growling. “Stay here,” he ordered.
As he pushed the door open, Jax’s body was rigid and noticeably hard. I groaned to myself, embarrassment warming my face.
“Hey, man.”
“What the hell?” Jax chided, stepping out of the car and not hiding as he zipped up and buttoned his pants.
It had stopped raining, but I didn’t know when.
“Oh, man.” I saw the man’s legs back away. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“What? Did the steamed-up windows confuse you?”
I dropped my face into my hands. He did not just say that.
Jax left the door open and took a step forward. “Just take off,” he warned. “Seriously.”
“Hey, baby,” a woman’s voice piped up, and I dropped my hands, straightening instantly. I hesitated only a moment before I threw open the door and peered over the roof to …
My shoulders sank. No. Shit.
It was one of the blondes I’d seen Jax with that night before college when he drove Liam home. I didn’t want to, but my eyes darted to Jax to see if he moved or anything. Did I care if he was still close to her?
I definitely didn’t want her near him.
She stood with a hand on her hip and a friendly smile on her lips, but it was weird. She looked at Jax more as if they grew up together rather than that they’d been naked together.
And then her blue eyes flashed to me and her eyebrows shot up.
“She’s hot.” She nodded her approval to Jax. “Call me later if you guys want company, okay?”
Huh?
“Excuse me?” I blurted out.
She hadn’t just offered … I ran my tongue over my dry lips, not sure I’d heard her right. Her lazy smile played with me, and it was very clear that she wanted to … yeah.
“Honey.” She laughed. “It usually takes two girls to wear this one out.” She pointed to Jax.
“Cameron, Jesus.” Jax ran a hand through this hair. “Use your filter. Please.” And then he turned to look at me, concern in his eyes.
She held up her hands in defense. “Sorry. Okay? She’s cute. You can’t blame me for trying.” And then she turned her eyes on me and made a telephone with her hand, mouthing, Call me.
“Your brother is waiting,” Jax hinted, jerking his chin behind her to where her brother had climbed back into his car.
I barely saw her smile and walk off. I barely saw Jax turn around and look at me. All I thought about was whether to like her for having the courage to live how she wanted or whether to hate her for being with Jax.
I didn’t like the image of her with him.
Jax stared at me, unmoving and waiting. “Cameron’s a friend, okay?” he explained gently. “An old friend.”
I hardened my jaw, the lump in my throat growing. “I see that.”
“K.C…. ,” he started, but I climbed back into the car before he could finish.
I didn’t want to lose it in front of him. Was I mad? Was I upset? Shit, I didn’t know. All I knew was what Cameron had said. Two girls. Two damn girls to wear him out. Which meant he did it regularly. How could I compete with that? What the hell did he want with someone like me?
I shook my head, going from sad to angry, and regaining my control just in time for him to climb back into the car.
“I’m tired,” I said right away, lying. “I need to go home.”
I stared out the window, but I still saw him. His grip so tight on the steering wheel that his tanned knuckles turned white. The long cord of his tensed arm. The lips closed tight, because I could hear him breathing through his nose.