Page 60 of Coming In Hot
No matter the unresolved issues lingering between us, this is happening right now—me and Jax. After the flame that sparked six long years ago, we’re finally stoking the embers into a full-blown bonfire. The hostility, the silence, the space between us—it all dissolves in the heat of this moment.
Every touch feels like we’re making up for lost time, like we’re reclaiming what should’ve been ours all along. I can feel the burn of his lips, the fire in his hands as they slide down my back, pulling me closer.
There’s a hunger in the way he kisses me, a desperation, like he wants to grab onto this fleeting pleasure before the world crashes back down on us.
But right now, none of that matters. Not the uncertainty, not the past we can’t undo, not the fear of what tomorrow will bring. Right now, it's just us, in the warmth of this kiss, this connection, as raw and real as it gets. And for once, I want to let go of all the reasons we shouldn’t, all the reasons we can't, and just sink into the moment, letting him pull me deeper into the fire.
“Take off this shirt,” I growl, desperate to touch his skin.
Jax pulls it over his head, revealing a tight body inked with black tats. I’ve never stopped to look at them or ask what they mean. We weren’t exactly into conversation.
But now I can’t help but feel the pull of curiosity. Each tattoo tells a story, a history I’ve never heard, etched into his skin like secrets he's kept locked away.
His eyes catch mine, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he notices my gaze lingering on his tattoos.
“You like?” he asks, his voice low, almost teasing.
I swallow, a little caught off guard by the question, but dip my chin. “I’ve never asked before, but someday I want to hear all about these.” I trace over a line of code running down his ribcage, and Jax flinches from the tickling sensation.
Dipping my head, I latch onto his nipple and suck hard, taking greedy pulls until he’s pushing at my head to have mercy on him.
My lips trail up his neck, nipping a wet path to his ear. “You gonna let me fuck you this time?”
Jax shivers again in my arms and answers me with a kiss.
“Better hurry before I change my mind,” he breathes huskily, chasing my lips.
Lying fucker. He’s not changing his mind tonight. I know that for sure. I’ve got him right where I want him. It’s a dare in his voice, and I’m not backing down from it. I can feel his hesitation, the underlying battle he’s always fought with himself, but tonight? Tonight, it’s different.
I know he’ll regret it tomorrow. He’ll curse both of us, pretend it never happened, and pull back into that shell of his. But tonight, for one stolen moment, Jax is mine. Every inch of him, all of him, and there’s no turning back.
I pull him closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine, and I deepen the kiss. No more holding back, no more pretending we don’t want this. Just this raw, electric pull between us.
Jax pulls at my shirt, and it joins his on the floor. He’s got octopus arms, touching me everywhere, exploring my body, and follows his touch with his mouth. His lips close over my nipple and he sucks, not as hard as I did to him, but hard enough to make my cock jerk.
“Pull it out,” I rasp, sounding needy and feral. That’s what he does to me. This heat, these feelings, I’ve never felt them with another man. Just Jax.
“Fuck, take them off,” he begs, and I don’t hesitate for a second.
As I stand to push the pants down my legs, Jax surprises me, coming to his feet and beating me to it. His pants drop to the floor in a puddle before mine do. But then he blows me out of the water. Jax crosses the room and plants his hands on the wall, pushing out his bare ass, legs braced wide.
Like an offering to a God. Or a pharaoh.
Hell, his perfect ass, so tight and round, is definitely worthy of such a sacrifice. I drop to my knees and worship him with my tongue. It slides through his crease, making him moan, and when I lick over his hole, he clenches it tightly and says my name.
“Pharo, fuck. More.”
It’s probably the first time he’s ever asked me for anything. How can I deny him such a simple request? A request I feel would kill me if I didn’t comply.
Over and over, I lick him until he stops clenching and his rim softens for me, opening enough that I can slip my tongue inside him. His musky flavor makes me drool. I gather all that saliva and push it back inside him, coating his insides with moisture. It makes an easy glide for my fingers. Jax cries out as I breach him, glancing back over his shoulder at me with a look of pure want and need.
He looks wrecked, and I’ve only just begun to take him apart.
CHAPTER21
JAX
I wantto hate him for making me want him so much, but that’d be a bitch move.
