Page 43 of Fine, Dork

Kinley

The next morning, the sky was gray, and it was pouring rain. Oh, and Jaxon still hadn’t returned my call. I was as pissy as the weather.

I took shitty, half-assed pictures of Doonagore and Ballinalacken Castles and snapped at the bartender when he tried to flirt again at dinner. I needed to reign in the crazy a little. I just wasn’t used to missing someone so much.

Why the hell wouldn’t my boyfriend call me back? Don’t even think it, Kinley. It’s not because of Savannah. Oh my god, what if he was hurt or sick or something? Maybe I should call Preston or Beckett to check on him. I pulled my phone out as I left the pub and scrolled through my contacts.

It was dark out and drizzling when I reached my rental, but I could still make out the shape of a man sitting on the front steps. He stood when I approached, and even in the dark, I recognized every inch of him. The slope of his shoulders and the angle of his jaw were beautifully familiar. His hair fell across his forehead, a tiny bit damp from the rain, begging for me to run my fingers through it.

“Shut. Up.” I flung my arms around his neck and covered his face in kisses. ”Oh my god, baby! That’s why you didn’t answer!”

J already had his arms around my waist. His kisses were so urgent and perfect, and my lips ached for more when he pulled away. He held my face and brushed his thumbs against my cheeks. “I’m only here for the weekend.”

“That’s okay.” I was smiling so big that my face hurt. “I’m so happy you’re here!” I kissed him again and slid my tongue into his mouth. “Mmm, you’re the fucking best, J.” His hands were on my ass, and his lips on my neck. “How did you find me?”

His deep laugh vibrated against my neck. “I hacked the traffic cams and tracked you to this exact spot.”

I blinked and raised both eyebrows. “You’re joking.”

Jaxon laughed again and nipped at my neck. “Yeah. I looked at my browser history since you used my laptop to book all of your flights and hotels.”

“I’m glad I left such an obvious paper trail.” I kissed him and squeezed his ass. “Baby, you flew to Ireland to see me!”

Jaxon pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me. “No, I came for the beer and the Irish whiskey. Oh my god, K. That’s so embarrassing! You thought I came for you? Wow, you are such a dork.”

I laughed and shook my head. I tried to pull away, but Jaxon held me against his body. He took my earlobe between his teeth and whispered in my ear, “I’m kidding. I missed the shit out of you.”

His whispers sent chills scattering down my spine. “Fuck me right now.” I dug my key out of my bag and turned to unlock the door. Jaxon gripped my hips from behind and sucked on my neck. As soon as we tumbled through the front door, he spun me around to face him and slid his hands up my dress. Neither of us bothered to flip the light switch, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes I liked sex in the dark. I felt like it heightened all of my other senses when I couldn’t see.

“Mmm…” Jaxon moaned against my lips and pushed me into the wall. Jaxon tugged my leggings down and pressed his palm into my pussy. He sighed again and then cupped both breasts. Next, he squeezed my ass.

My breathing was heavy from my arousal, but I still managed to tease, “Can’t decide which body part you want the most?”

Jaxon laughed and bit my lip harder than he ever had, and it turned me the fuck on. Shiiit! “I don’t fucking have enough hands.” He moaned, shoving them both up my dress again, this time to yank my panties down. “Oh, god, Kinley. You’re so wet.” His fingers teased my pussy. “You’ve been on your birth control long enough that we can skip the condom, right?”

I nodded.

The sounds of our kisses, heavy breathing, and soft moans of pleasure filled the small dark hallway. I loved it. I tugged J’s jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He tried to lift me, but my leggings were still tangled around my ankles, so we stumbled and collapsed on the floor, laughing.

“Sorry.” Jaxon’s body pressed into mine, and he continued ravaging me with his lips and hands. He didn’t seem that sorry. I bit my lip and smiled when he slid the sleeve of my dress down and sank his teeth into my shoulder. “Mmm, fuck. Sorry. I bit you.” Again, he didn’t seem that sorry because his next move was to free his cock and slide it into me, right there on the entryway floor with half of our clothes still on.

“Shut up. I like it when you bite me.” I kicked my stupid leggings the rest of the way off and wrapped my legs around his waist while he thrust into me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and moaned, enjoying every second of this rough fuck from my sexy boyfriend. I moaned louder when his teeth grazed my neck and jaw.

“Fuck, I wanna eat you.” His teeth closed on my bottom lip and tugged. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and gazed into my eyes. “I wanna eat you.” He slid down my body and rested his head between my thighs.

I shivered with anticipation and gasped when I felt his warm, wet tongue against my clit. He had me reduced to gasping and moaning in a matter of minutes. I came hard, all over his face, and he slid his dick back into me while I still rode the aftershock of my orgasm.

When Jaxon came, I could have sworn that I orgasmed again from listening to his sexy moans. He was mine, and his pleasure fucking thrilled me to the core. For most of my life, sex was just sex. It fulfilled a physical need, and then I was on my way. But with Jaxon, it was physical, emotional, and almost spiritual, if sex could be all of those things.

“Holy shit.” J collapsed against me.

“Yeah.” I fought to steady my breathing and buried my hands in J’s hair. It was damp from rain and sweat now. “Are you still only here for the Irish whiskey?”

Jaxon laughed and kissed my neck. “I thought I was thirsty for whisky, but it turns out I was hungry for pussy, K.”

I smiled and pulled his face up to kiss him. “I love you, J, and you made my entire year by showing up here and fucking me in the hallway.”

Jaxon laughed and rolled off of me. “I love you, too, and I bought my plane tickets the day you left because I already missed you.”

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