He dragged his finger out and let it glide up and over her swollen clit, making her spasm between him and the wall. Grabbing his shaft, he gave the order, “Wider,” as he lightly kicked her legs out more. Bending his knees to get himself under her, he rubbed the sensitive head of his dick back and forth over her opening. He felt her trying to bear down on it, aching to be filled. When neither of them could take the teasing any longer, he stood tall and impaled her body, sending them both into a vortex of overwhelming sensations.
Jax brought her hands down from the wall and placed them behind his head. “Don’t move them.” He dug his fingers into her hips for purchase, his chest pressing into her back. Her breasts smashed against the wall, the tops plumped and round. Remembering sucking and licking and biting them made his mouth water and tempted him to flip her around so he could relive the night before. But instead, he doubled his efforts to drive them both off the proverbial cliff.
He hooked his hand under her left leg and hiked it up, opening her that much more and allowing him to slide deeper. Her nails dug into his scalp, shooting fingers of pleasure and pain down his spine that wrapped around his balls.
The spray of the shower still hit parts of them, making their bodies slip and slide without friction. The bathroom echoed with a cacophony of grunts, groans, moans, and cries, indistinguishable as to where they originated.
“So damn tight,” he rasped, burying his head in her neck. “Feels so fucking good.”
Releasing her hip, his right hand found her clit once more and began a feverish dance over it as he continued to pound into a heaven he’d never known.
“Oh! I’m going to— I’m—”
Screaming his name, she scratched furrows into the backs of his shoulders as she spasmed around him. The pain from her nails mixed with the pleasure of his cock being swallowed again and again by hot, clenching woman ripped the last thread he had on his control. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself balls deep and spent himself within her heat.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, panting as the water continued to rain on them, but eventually he found the strength to slip from her body and dispose of the condom. He turned her around at last and drew her back into his arms. Her slight body was lax, but he had no trouble holding her up with one arm as his free hand delved into the hair at her nape, and he kissed her slowly, sensually.
When the kiss ended, she gazed up at him with crystalline eyes full of trust and utter contentment…and he lost a part of himself to her in that very moment. Which part of him exactly, he couldn’t say.
The lie. It was eating him alive, especially in times like this. He knew he had to tell her, and the longer he waited, the worse he made things. But every time he thought he could do it, the fear of losing even one hour with her clawed at his gut until he chickened out. Damn those stupid rules of hers. Why? Because she wants to make sure anyone she’s with is a moral and decent guy? No, damn him for being too big of a * to tell her the truth from the very beginning.
He would man up and tell her.
Later.
After they enjoyed their breakfast together, she went off to do wedding stuff with Robért for the next four hours, and he took advantage of the free time to hit training. Afterward, he talked with Coach for a while about getting him in the lineup for his next fight. Jackson was the last one to enter the showers at the gym, so all the guys were already getting changed or gone.
He winced as he reached across to turn the water on. Needing the mental distraction the pain provided, he’d told Corey not to hold back in their sparring session. The dude delivered and then some. Jax was thoroughly sore and aware of several areas on his body that would be sporting purple marks in the next ten minutes thanks to Corey’s well-placed Muay Thai kicks.
He quickly finished up and was toweling his head dry with brisk movements on the way to his locker. He had to meet Vanessa soon and if he were late, she’d never let him hear the end of it.
“I think that knee to the chest you took in my last clinch was pretty fucking impressive.”
Jackson whipped his head around to see Corey straddling a bench with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fuck me,” he muttered as he opened his locker and piled his clothes on the bench next to him. “Very funny, asshole. What are you still doing here?”
“Wanted to make sure you were able to walk out of here on your own after the beating I gave you.”
Jax grunted in response. Normally he was right there with the guy, verbal jab for verbal jab, but he just wasn’t in a joking mood.
“Seriously, brah, what gives? You’re not yourself today. In the cage it was almost like you wanted me to break a few ribs for you.”
After pulling his blue camo board shorts on, he straddled his own bench, facing the man who’d been the closest thing he’d had to a best friend since he moved to Hawaii. He dragged a hand down his face, vaguely noting the stubble he hadn’t had the energy to shave that morning after the shower escapade with Vanessa.