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Our lips meet again, and he doesn't waste any time. He starts up a hard, fast rhythm with his hips, pounding into me. His cock is so big it hits all the right places on every thrust, and his hips grind into mine every time he bottoms out, banging into my clit.

"Fuck, Haley," he rumbles, kisses going sloppy and wet.

"Jax—"

"Wanted this—wanted to fuck that prissy look right off your face for years."

Was that really where this was all leading? Were the years of bitterness and scorn all foreplay?

I don't care. "Well, here's your chance. Give it to me hard."

He doesn't disappoint.

Damn, the guy has some stamina. His thighs must be screaming, and his shoulders are corded with the strain of holding me up, but he fucks me so good, regardless. Over and over, he fills me up, until my own legs are shaking with the effort it takes just to keep them wrapped around his bucking hips.

He drives me wild—always has. I've never felt so crazed with lust before. So animalistic.

I claw at him, biting his lips and raking at his hair, shoving a hand under his shirt to dig my nails into the flesh of his back. I want him as marked up as he's going to leave me, and he eats it up. Every too-rough touch only makes him redouble his effort. Sweat drips off his brow, and his mouth is going slack, the powerful rhythm of his hips uneven.

"Come, Haley, come on my fucking cock, scream, scream my name like you did Cayden's—"

I throw my head back and do just that. "Jax!"

The orgasm he tears out of me wrenches me apart, shreds me to pieces. I chant his name over and over, and fuck, maybe I don't despise him after all. Maybe I love him, because I've never had sex this savage before. I've never felt like an animal in heat, like all I need is to be fucked and fucked and fucked like this forever.

All good things must come to an end, though. Just as my orgasm is starting to fade, Jax slams in deep and stays there. I have the presence of mind to open my eyes, and damn am I glad I do. His sneer is gone, his smug, angry face twisted in pleasure, and most guys' O-faces look sort of silly, but Jax's expressionis pure sex. And I did that to him. I made him come this hard, made him lose his composure for the first time that I've ever seen.

His fat cock pulses inside me, shooting another huge load into my cunt, and it makes me ripple with an aftershock that's almost as intense as my first climax was.

Then he sags into me, face slack. I let my eyes flutter closed.

For a minute, everything is stillness except for the heaving panting of our breaths. I'm in ecstasy, clinging tightly to one of the hottest guys I've ever met, after probably the best hard fuck of my life. I'm radiantly happy.

Until the reality of what just happened crashes over me.

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My body is still trilling, pleasure buzzing through my veins. But my brain is basically on the verge of a panic attack.

Jax is too close, I can't breathe, my chest is tight. I gasp, trying to pull away.

"Jax—"

"Yeah, baby?" Sluggishly, he turns his head from where he'd buried it against my neck. His customary smugness curls his lips. Right up until the moment he meets my gaze. "Whoa—"

"Let me down." I shove at him ineffectually. He's stillinsideme, pressing me into this wall, pinning me with his cock and his arms. My feet dangle above the floor, and I'm naked in the middle of a hallway in a house wherefive guyslive. What the hell was I thinking?

I wasn't. Clearly, not a single thought has entered my head in the past ten minutes, because if one had, I would have had the intelligence to stop this insanity before it was too late.

"Hey. Hey—hey—" Jax must have been trying to get my attention for a little while. The sharpness in his tone finallysnaps me out of it. The hand on my face doesn't hurt, either. "Haley, you have to breathe."

I choke on an inhalation that fills my lungs with much-needed oxygen, but it doesn't lend me any clarity. I push him away again.

He seems to get the message this time that we're not getting anywhere until he lets me go. With a grunt, he pulls out. Slick come slides down my thigh, right, because I let him in me without a condom, because once I've taken as many risks as I have in two days, why not go ahead and take a few more?

He sets me down. The coolness of the hardwood beneath my bare feet helps to ground me, at least a little. I reach down and grab the shirt and pants I'd stolen from Cayden after I let him fuck me, too. I pull the shirt over my head because that'll hide a little more of me. It falls to mid thigh. I hold the wadded up mass of his sweat pants in my hands, frozen, because I don't know what to do or how to escape or how this happened.

"Here."