Page 7 of Jaxon

"Shit, I'm not gonna last long, darlin'. You make me so hard it hurts." He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me as he settled between my thighs. "You still want this?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Fuck yes, Jax. Please." I lifted my legs and circled them around him. His hand slipped under my ass to bring my pussy higher. He stared down at me with a heated gaze as he pushed inside of me. I gasped at his size.

"You all right?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

"Never been better," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring his mouth back down for a kiss. He groaned against my mouth as his cock went deeper, filling me completely. His hips moved slowly at first. With each thrust, I inched closer and closer to climax. I tightened my legs around his waist and lifted my pussy higher to feel the full impact of his thrusts. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and closed my eyes. I couldn't get enough of him, which was crazy considering there was so much of him to give.

The mattress lightly slapped the wall behind us as he gripped my ass, holding it higher so he could go deeper.

I knew my nails were digging into his flesh, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd never experienced such intense sex, and it wasn't just his size. There was something so feral, so untamed about the man, and at the same time he'd paused at a moment when most men would never consider stopping to make sure I was all right. He was a beautiful fucking contradiction.

My breaths came in quick spurts. "Oh yes, Jax, I'm there, fuck yeah!" I cried out in pleasure, and seconds later a deep growl rolled up from his chest as he came. He lay down next to me, and it felt as if the whole room leaned to that side.

I curled against him. He radiated so much warmth and strength and energy, I felt instantly comforted and drowsy. "This is one of those days I want to put on repeat." I peered up at him. "Like the Groundhog Day movie."

"I agree but let's leave out the gunshot."

I snuggled closer. I couldn't get enough of him. "I'm sorry about that. Alex is a fucking asshole."

"I agree, and I think you should leave him immediately. I don't have a luxury yacht, and I live in this house that is one good windstorm away from complete destruction, but I'd treat you like a fucking goddess."

"I have to admit staying right here in this bed with you for the rest of my days sounds pretty damn sweet, but as you might have noticed, I come with a lot of annoying baggage, more than you even know. Besides, something tells me Jaxon Stone is not exactly a one-woman kind of man. I refer you to Exhibit A, the pink bra. My life has been such a roller coaster, the last thing I need is a broken heart, Jax, and I think you're just the guy who could break it."

His callused fingertips pushed some hair off my forehead. "I'd try my best to make you unbelievably happy. Leave the baggage behind. I'll leave mine behind too."

A voice outside the window stopped our intimate conversation.

"Well, hello there, Officer Pugsley," a voice that I already recognized as Crusoe's drifted through the open window. A moment of terror seized me as I realized his younger brother had been sitting outside that open window during our somewhat loud sex.

"It's Officer Adams," a voice replied sternly. "Is Jax around? Need to talk to him."

"What about?" It was a second voice. More embarrassment. His cousin, Theo, was outside the window, too. I tried to think back to just how loud I'd gotten, but I was in such a state of delirium it wasn't clear.

"Looks like he might be in some trouble," the officer continued. "One of those rich jerks from the next town over is whining that Jax took off with his girlfriend, and knowing Jax, as I do, it doesn't sound too farfetched."

I smiled up at Jaxon. "My point has been made."

"They all fucking exaggerate."

We lay there perfectly still waiting to see how the conversation ended.

"Well, my brother probably had good reason to take off with the prick's girlfriend," Crusoe said.

"So, he is here?" the officer asked.

"Haven't seen him," Theo interjected quickly before Crusoe could say the wrong thing.

"Yeah?" There was a long pause. "Well, all right. Let him know I'm looking for him, and this guy doesn't seem too friendly, so he should probably return the girlfriend."

"Boy, do I feel like a possession right now," I whispered.

"Later, Officer Pugsley," Crusoe called.

"It's Adams," the officer said curtly. A car started and rolled down the dirt driveway.

We sat up and leaned against the cool plaster wall. I untwisted a sheet to cover myself. Suddenly, I was feeling rather exposed with the open window and his roommates right outside. "I thought they'd gone to the protest."

"Apparently, they haven't left yet."

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