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Easy. Done.
“Fuck, yeah.” I grasp her waist and pound into her, her ass rippling with each slap of my hips. “Fuck, I love you, and I love fucking you.”
Pleasure builds with each stroke, coiling tight in my stomach. There’s no way I’m going to last, having been pining for her with nothing but my hand and fantasies of her.
My balls are throbbing, my legs are twitchy, and my head is hazy with ecstasy. “You feel too fucking good. I’m not gonna last long in your perfect pussy, baby.”
Her fingers in my hair shift to my neck, and her nails bite into my skin. She widens her stance and rises onto her tiptoes, further arching her back, and meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, O’Reilly. Make me yours.”
I slam my hand into the wall and growl, “You are mine.” I angle my hips and sink deep, aiming for the spot I know will have her flooding my dick soon enough. “Always.”
“Don’t stop.” Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip.
I find her clit and circle it with my fingers. “Come for me, baby. Soak my fucking cock.”
“Jax,” she whimpers so sweetly.
It goes straight to my balls. Her low moans turn into unrestrained screams, and her tight-as-fuck pussy grips me.
“God, fuck, baby.”
My eyes fixate on our conjoined bodies, and the sight of my rock-hard shaft glistening with her cum sends me over the edge.
I’m about to withdraw and unload on her ass when I realize…I don’t have to.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come inside you.” My words are barely above a whisper, nothing but a throaty moan, and I lose my breath, coming harder than I can remember.
So hard my abdominal muscles clench, and I suck air through gritted teeth, my cock jerking with bursts of hot cum that fill her pulsating cunt.
I can’t stop fucking her. Our combined releases drips down her thighs, and a new addiction unlocks in my obsessed brain. “Goddamn, I love that. I’m gonna spend my life filling this pussy.”
We devote the rest of our day to exploring each other’s bodies and making up for what we missed. When we leave Laguna, I’m more exhausted than I am after most games and happier than I’ve been in a long time.
TWENTY-EIGHT
AURORA
The elevator rideto Ethan’s apartment is uncomfortably silent. I’ve sensed Ricky’s gaze on me, but each time I glance in his direction, it quickly darts away. I’m sure he finds this arrangement odd and thinks I’m a slut, although he’d never say it.
The doors open, and we step off to Ethan’s floor.
Ricky clears his throat. “You want me to stay with you?”
He drove me here after dropping Jax off at his downtown penthouse. We’re running late. My ex—not ex anymore, I guess—wasn’t ready to let go. I’m nervous about being alone with Ethan, but I’d rather be anywhere other than where Jackson and I made most of our memories, good and bad.
I shake my head. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”
Ricky’s brows are furrowed, his dark-blue eyes filled with concern, an expression he has held since the Kyle incident. “I don’t mind.”
Ethan might, though. He wants to spend time together and get to know one another before the baby comes. It’s a good idea, but my stomach is in knots. He still intimidates me. He’s older and exudes this dominance that leaves me feeling both inferior and safe. It makes no sense.
I give Ricky a soft smile. “I’m fine. Honestly.”
He stops in front of Ethan’s door, hoists my bag over his massive shoulder, and takes my injured wrist in his hand, inspecting the bruising.
“They do an x-ray?”
“No, because of the baby.”