Page 62 of Darlin'

"Fuck!" Jesse twitches, his whole body shaking as he comes undone inside me, my legs shaking as I find my own climax. Our heavy, balmy, and sated breaths permeate around us as he topples over beside me. "Holy fuck..." He places his vibrating hand on my still-quivering thigh. "That was...that was insane."

"Yeah..." I catch my breath, floating in between heaven and hell. "That was...wow."

"We..." Jesse releases another long breath. "We'resodoing that again."

"Maybe..." I swallow, brain foggy from the earth-shattering experience of banging Jesse Paxton. A smidgen of reality manages to crack through the moment, and I twist my head to the side, opening my eyes. "It's just..."Holy, I can't breathe. "This was just sex...right?"

Jesse looks at me, dazed and satisfied. "What else would it be?" He licks his dry lips, grinning slightly. "You're still annoying as fuck." He gently slaps my thigh. "But equally sexy."

"Lovely." I glower at him, agreeing with the reversed sentiment.Turdhead. As if this would be anything other than an occasional good time. "Oh, there’s one thing I should mention if you think this is going to be a recurring little activity for us."

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jesse pushes himself off the bedand walks to the closet, removing two towels and tossing me one before ripping the condom off with a wince. "Well?" He blinks at me as I wipe between my soaked legs. "What is it?"

If we do this, we do itmyway.

I sit up straight, smirking. "I ain't calling you daddy."

He scoffs, glaring at me with hooded eyes. "Oh, but you will."

"Doubtful," I say curtly, hopping off the bed and heading toward the bathroom to pee. I peer over my shoulder and toss him a sassy wink. "I alreadyhavea daddy,darlin'."

"Yeah," he calls out as I waltz out of the room. "Me."

He wishes.

CHAPTER 19

Renovations

Ow.

I would highly recommend waiting more than a couple of hours to ride a motorcycle after having sex. My vagina is struggling, and I don't even want totalkabout my wobbly legs. I deserve this, though. I deserve the reminder that I caved into Jesse's wily advances.

But do I regret it? Do I wish I had enough discipline to keep it in my pants? If I said yes, that would be the biggest lie I've told all trip. I regret nothing, and that's the most worrisome part of this whole disaster.

I thought that finally doing the deed would cut through some of the built-up sexual tension between Jesse and me. Boy, I thought wrong. It's somehow become worse. It's like I got a taste of forbidden fruit, and now it's all I crave. It's all I think about. Ridiculous. Truly.

Every time I look at Jesse, all I see was a giant dick. Like, literally. A penis. A human dildo that I can't wait to put inside of me again. Who am I?! What have I become?! This is so problematic, it's not even funny.

"Here—" I huff, shoving my helmet into Jesse's chest as we dismount his bike. "Remember what we talked about, okay?"

"Relax." Jesse sighs, popping his collar as we scan the parking lot of The Flying Hog. I overheard Jesse on the phone with his dad. It'll take at least a couple of days to patch up the place. He nods at all The Sons members entering and exiting the bar with toolboxes. "No one's gonna know."

"They better not," I whisper harshly as Marlow bolts through the swinging doors, dressed in coveralls. She snaps her neck in our direction, and sprints toward us.Showtime. I swallow, pinching Jesse's thigh. "Act cool, got it?"

"Youact cool," he grunts back, pinching my side.

"Ow!" I wince, elbowing him in the kidney. "That hurt!"

"Good," he mumbles with a smug smile. "That was the point."

I change my mind. He's a dick.Bothdefinitions.

"Savvy!" Marlow tackles me with a tight hug, whipping me side-to-side. "Beau told me what happened last night." She grips my shoulders, pulling away as her concerned gaze sweeps my face. "Are you okay?" She glances up at Jesse. "She's okay, right?"

"Unfortunately, she seems to bejustfine," Jesse says, giving me a combative side-eye. He places his knuckle on the top of my head and gives me a dang noogie. "Isn't that right, princess?"

"Stop it!" I slap his hand away, glowering at him. "Don't you have some holes to patch up or something?"

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