Rules of Entanglement (Fighting for Love, #2)

He pressed his rock hard cock into the crevice of her ass, causing her breath to catch. He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”


“Well, I’m definitely going to make you pay for it,” she said without much conviction. “Now, get out of here so I can finish.”

He moved his hands to encompass her slick breasts and gave them a little squeeze. “Unfortunately, I don’t take punishments very well. But if you remember correctly, I do enjoy giving them out.” At the mention of the previous night’s escapades, a tiny moan escaped her lips. “And I have every intention of making you finish.”

Before she thought of another weak argument, he pinned her against the back wall and snaked his right hand in front to reach her clit. This wasn’t going to be a slow seduction in the least. His goal was to get her off and bury himself as deep inside her as possible.

“God yes right there.”

He knew exactly where. Though they’d only had sex twice, Jackson had catalogued every moan, every gasp, and every arch of her body, learning what she liked and how she wanted it. Every woman was different. Only a fool would assume he didn’t have to pay attention to know how to please one from the next.

However, he’d also thought moans were moans and gasps were gasps. That the responses were the same, and it was only when and where he got them that changed.

But Vanessa’s reactions were like a different language. One he’d never heard before and yet mysteriously understood as easily as if it were his own. The sounds she made fired his blood, quickened his pulse, and made his cock harder than steel.

Circling the sensitive nub with a fingertip, he teased her mercilessly, holding her captive when she bucked into his palm to try and create more friction. She reached behind him, digging her nails into his ass. The sharp bites in his flesh were like spurs on a horse, urging him to go faster. With any other woman he wouldn’t have thought twice about the action, but he knew with Vanessa it was her way of taking back some control. If she got the desired response from him, it was a point in her corner.

But this wasn’t her rodeo.

“I don’t think so, Red.” Jackson grabbed her wrists and held them with one hand above her head. “I call the shots. The sooner you learn that, the better.”

“I—”

His free hand closed over the front of her neck and braced her jaw on either side. His mouth crushing hers smothered anything else she planned on saying. His lips pried hers apart and his tongue pushed in, taking command with an urgent force.

She rubbed her ass against his cock. He groaned, a sound she swallowed greedily before he wrenched his mouth from hers and moved to her neck. Biting his way down the taut column, he reached around again and without preamble plunged his long middle finger into her slick, hot *. She cried out, her pleasure bouncing off the tile walls and reverberating in his ears, drawing his balls impossibly tighter into his body. In and out, over and over. His actions relentless, her moans his encouragement.

“Oh, God, I’m so close. Jax, please!”

He held his finger still inside her. “Please what?” he growled in her ear.

“Jackson!”

His little wildcat was getting feisty. He was glad she couldn’t see his smirk at her frustration. She’d likely haul off and hit him just for that, if not for stopping when teetered at the edge of climax. But for as easygoing as he was in every other aspect of his life, there were two areas he insisted on dominating. Fighting and sex.

“Please what, Vanessa? I don’t make another move until you say it.”

She groaned, the walls of her sex clenching around his finger in a silent plea of their own, begging for what she struggled to ask. Submitting was still a foreign concept for her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. It just meant she needed someone who could give her what she wanted. Someone like him.

“Please, Jax…” Finally she said the magic words, softly and banked with a need that rivaled his own. “Fuck me. Let me come.”

“Good girl.” His lips blazed a slow path from her shoulder, up her throat, and over the shell of her ear before whispering, “I love it when you beg, V. I have half a mind to hold out on you longer just to hear more.” She whimpered. “Shhh, don’t worry. I want my cock buried inside you too much right now. Open your legs for me, baby.”

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