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“One day, this guy gets out of the shower and there’s a rat right on his pillow. It was perfect timing because Jax was in the air. No way he could blame him. He let loose a scream—” Cody chuckles. “I swear to fuck he turned mezzosoprano.”
“Was Jax disappointed that he didn’t see it?”
“Nah. The damage was already done.”
“What—psychologically?”
His lips curve. “Nope. The guy earned his call name.”
“No way! His call name wasRat?” At his nod, I shriek with laughter. “That’s diabolical!”
“That’s Jax for you. You’d have gotten along well.”
“I think so too.” Still cackling, I turn to him. “Thank you for telling me that.”
He shrugs. “It’s…fine.”
My cackles wane, so do our words.
I look into his eyes. He stares straight back at me.
When the silence continues, when he doesn’t make a move, when his breath brushes my lips and mine brushes his, I arc against him, needing to bridge the gap between us, desperate to touch this man who, on the outside, is all alpha, but on the inside is broken with grief and loss.
A part of me expects him to jerk away as if he’s been stung when our mouths collide, but he doesn’t.
The faintest click at the back of his throat, one that sounds like relief and want and need, has me shoving my body tighter against him.
The urges that rocket through me aren’t alien, but they almost are.
They’re a thousand times stronger than what I usually feel when I’m in this situation.
My brain never shuts off, my mind switching to what I need to do tomorrow as I force myself to concentrate because orgasms are great for stress relief and I’m usually always stressed about something.
But as he kisses me, taking over, soft grunts drifting from him as he devours me, tongue thrusting into the soft cavern of my mouth, enticing mine to play, overwhelming me…
Silence.
That’s what I feel—free from anything other than music.
No thoughts.
Just him.
Him.
His song.
Oh god. It’s heaven. Just him. And me. And the feelings between us. And there are feelings. So many. They ricochet between us.
How haven’t we kissed yet?
I draw my arms around his neck, holding him closer still because climbing into him wouldn’t be near enough. As I wriggle closer, I nearly knee him in the balls, but it works because his legs part and my knee settles in the gap there. When I gently press it against his dick, I can feel his erection and I shudder in response.
I rest my core right on his thigh and rock.
I don’t care that it’s fast.
That I have all the desperation of a kid hitting first base for the first time in their life, the urgency doesn’t fade from me.