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Boob Tape

With his eyes fastened on the road ahead of them, Jax drove as if the king of hell himself was riding his bumper. He’d anticipated a lot of things happening when Gavin first told them about the fae club, but he hadn’t expected this .

This errant thought happened when Harry had walked down the newly refurbished Pierce House steps in that sinful dress and fuck-me heels… but that’s all it had been. A thought. Maybe a wish. One he hadn’t anticipated coming true this side of reality.

It didn’t go beyond his notice that this was the exact thing he’d told himself over and over again couldn’t happen. It wasn’t smart for a number of reasons, but hell if he could recall any right now, his brain—and other anatomical parts—too focused on the fact that they’d been without Harlow Pierce for too damn long.

He’d worry about the consequences later. Right now it was all he could do to remain on his side of the lane as he twisted and turned through the mountainous roads back up to his cabin.

Harry’s silence from the passenger seat didn’t go unnoticed and as he brought the car to a stop right in front of his porch and parked, he took a cleansing breath before sliding his attention toward her.

She nibbled the bottom corner of her lip, her left leg slightly bouncing as it used to do when nerves hit. He slid his palm over her knee, his touch soothing the motion.

Her big purple eyes turned toward him as she settled her hand over his.

That one small point of contact propelled a zap of heat through his entire body that would’ve brought him to his knees if he’d been standing.

“If you’ve changed your mind, I can turn this truck right around and take you back to Nora’s.” He held his breath and hoped like hell she turned down the offer.

“Did you change your mind?”

“Fuck no.”

She released a breathless laugh. “Neither did I.”

He nodded once, forcing himself to remain in his seat and not haul her over on his lap. “And just so we’re perfectly, one-hundred-percent clear with what’s about to happen…”

“I told you to bring me here so we can have hot, naked fun time in a rustic cabin that may as well have been built specifically for hot, naked fun time in the woods.”

“Well, not specifically,” Jax teased.

Fuck… this was happening .

He was out of his seat and at her side of the truck before she fully opened her door. Not waiting for her to navigate the step down, he plucked her off the seat and gently tossed her into a fireman’s carry.

With a squeal, she braced her hands on his ass as he bounded up the steps. “Why am I getting a sense of déjà vu? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have an inner caveman to go along with the cougar, Jaxon Atwood.”

“Only a caveman for you, sweetheart.” He fumbled with his keys, fighting to open the door one-handed.

“Need some help?” She giggled softly.

“In five minutes, I’ll be fucking those giggles out of you, babe.” He delivered a playful smack to her ass that had her sucking in a quick breath.

“Promises, promises, Jax. I hope you can deliver.”

Finally inside, he kicked the door closed and slowly dragged Harry off his shoulder and against his body. The second her feet touched the floor, he pushed her back against the door. Her mouth was on his in seconds, and he didn’t waste a moment.

Running his hands down her hips, he reached the short hem of her dress and gripping the silky fabric, coasted it and his fingers up the sides of her thighs and over her ass. He tore his mouth from hers with a groan and seared a path of hot kisses toward that delicate spot just beneath her ear.

“You’re wearing a thong, sweet pea?” He gave her earlobe a playful nip. “It’s a damn good thing I didn’t know this before walking into that club, or we never would’ve made it there.”

Harry panted with her hands fisted in his hair. “It was deemed necessary and I was outvoted. And, if I’m entirely honest, I’m surprised they haven’t melted off me by now. They’re pretty fragile.”

“Do you like them?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“Good. Then you won’t yell at me when I do this.” With a firm tug, he ripped the delicate sides and tossed the undies somewhere to the side. When he brought his hand back between her legs, the hot, wet heat of her pussy welcomed his fingers.

Eyes closing on a sigh, she tilted her head back against the door. “Oh my goddess, Jax. That feels… oh.”

He slowly caressed one finger through her wet slit and over the already hard nub of her clit. She sucked in an audible breath as her hips canted forward, silently urging him to do it again. “How does this feel, sweet pea? Tell me.”

“Good. So, so good.”

“Only good?” He dipped his finger into her snug channel and her body immediately gripped it. “Then I don’t think I’m doing this right.”

“If this is you doing it wrong, then I don’t think I’ll survive you doing it right.”

He chuckled, adding a second finger and slowly pumping it in time with her hips, using his thumb to brush her clit with every entry. Slow and steady, he savored the feel of her body tightening around his digits.

“Jax.” Harry pulled his mouth back to hers with a growl. “I need more. Please.”

“Do you want to come?” He nipped her bottom lip, praying like hell she said yes, because, damn it, he wanted to watch her face when he made her fall apart.

“Yes! Goddess, yes.”

“Do you want to come on my hand, my tongue, or my cock, baby?”

“All of them.”

He could have her coming in two seconds with his fingers, but he wanted to savor this first orgasm, to reacquaint himself with the taste of her. “Tongue first it is.”

With a low growl, he guided her legs around his waist and walked them toward his bedroom, never taking his lips off hers until he slowly deposited her in the center of his bed. Chest heaving and skin pink as little blossoms, she stared up at him with heavy need, need he knew was reflected right back.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” He reached for the hem of her dress, ready to toss it aside with the thong.

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Her wide, panicked eyes stopped him cold as he studied her face and the sudden uncertainty. “You have to tell me what I—”

“It’s nothing you did.” She glanced down her body. “It’s just… it’s been thirteen years and a PCOS diagnosis since we’ve done this. I’m not exactly the same person. Under this scrap of silk, I have tape holding everything in place. Literally.”

Jax eased out a relieved breath. Slowly gliding his hand up her torso and toward her breast, he cupped the weight in his palm and left a trail of kisses from her cleavage and up to her waiting mouth.

“Neither of us is the way we were before.” He teased her mouth with a slow, exploratory kiss. “But do you know what that means?”

“What?” Her chest rose and fell, voice breathless.

“It means we get the thrill of rediscovering each other all over again.” Hands easing her thighs apart, he traveled back down her body, smirking as she released a train of soft curses. “You said something about needing to come.”

“Oh, my goddess, yes.” With her hand on the back of his head, she guided him exactly where she wanted him.

They had the same destination, and with a slow, soft swipe to her center, her taste burst on his tongue like sweet ambrosia. He wasn’t so sure of his thoughts on heaven, but if it existed, Harlow Pierce was his.

H ARRY NEEDLESSLY HELD Jax’s head in position because he wasn’t going anywhere except driving her quickly toward release. Her other hand, fisted in the sheets, anchored her to the bed. The man took his time, dragging his tongue slowly through her folds only to play with her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Panting, she swiveled her hips in a need to get closer, to urge him a bit faster, but he wasn’t having it, continuing at his own torture-tastic pace. He released small growls as he feasted, his tongue slowly bringing her from pleasured hum to bursting rapture.

“Jax…” Harry groaned, gently tugging his hair as her body prepped for detonation. “Please.”

He simultaneously slid two fingers into her pulsing channel and gently sucked on her throbbing clit. She erupted, her body bowing, locked in bliss as he alternated between sucks, licks, and deep, hard pumps. Jax stayed with her through it all, never relenting as her body fell apart in the best way possible.

He slowly pulled her back together with soft touches and encouraging murmurs, smirking as her breathing slowly came back to normal. “You taste even better than I remember.”

Body practically melting into the mattress, she chuckled. “Maybe there’s something to be said about getting older and wiser.”

Grinning, Jax reached for her dress. “Lift your bottom.”

Hesitancy made her slow to move, but she relented, watching him eye her breasts as the gravity-defying boob tape came into view. “It’s a little tricky to remove. We could leave it.”

He shook his head. “I want to see and taste all of you. What do we need to get this off?”

“Do you happen to have coconut oil? It helps soften the adhesive so it’s not painful to remove.”

Leaning down, he gave her a slow, drugging kiss. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll see what I have.”

He hustled to the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets in a mad frenzy that made her chuckle. Just as she prepared herself to forgo the oil and begin peeling the tape away without it, he was back.

“Don’t. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He tossed a bottle of oil on the mattress, his heated gaze practically devouring the sight of her. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I can’t even tell you how many times I pictured you lying here like this… naked in my bed.”

“Same… except you were always naked, too.”

“You want me to level the field a bit?” His lips twitched as he undid the buttons on his black dress shirt one notch at a time.

She nodded, licking her lips. His gaze dropped to the action as he popped another button. He did two more before he shrugged out of the thing like a T-shirt, bringing his broad chest and chiseled abs out for her viewing pleasure.

It was like her own personal strip show. A telltale bulge strained against the fabric of his pants as he reached for his buckle. He unzipped them quickly, dropped them, and kicked them aside.

“Commando?” Harry swallowed a groan. “Always prepared, huh?”

“Just loathe doing laundry, but that seemed to work out in my favor tonight.” He slowly slid his hand over his length and it visibly throbbed, the dark red length bouncing from his touch.

He climbed onto the bed, tucking his legs between hers, and reached for the oil. He poured some on his hands before giving her a small dollop, and then they worked together to dissolve the adhesive.

The act shouldn’t have felt erotic and yet it did, Jax occasionally leaning in and licking a drop of oil as it rolled over her skin in rivulets. By the time the last of the tape fell away, she was half-delirious with the need for another orgasm.

“I need you inside me now, Jax.” She ran her hands up his chest and dragged his mouth to hers in a hot, searing kiss.

He rubbed his cock through her dampness, the heat nearly melting them both on contact. “Protection?”

“No unexpected pregnancies anytime soon, and there’s nothing healthwise where we’d need a condom.”

“Same… but are you sure?” He watched her intently for any signs of doubt. “If you’d be more comfortable, it’s not a problem to—”

“I’m sure.” She guided his mouth down to hers. “We already have a thirteen-year barrier between us, Jaxon Atwood. I don’t think we need to add another to the tally.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He trailed his hand up the inside of her thigh, making her squirm.

Pushing him back until he crouched on his knees, Harry clamped her hands on his shoulders and climbed into his lap, Jax’s large hands gripping her waist and guiding the way.

“The time for foreplay is over, Alpha Atwood.” She smirked at the arch of his eyebrow and hovered over his hard cock before brushing her mound against it once, then twice. On the third time, the grip on her hips tightened and he slid straight home.

They both groaned, Harry’s head dropping back as he stretched her, and then he pulled out and did it over again. It didn’t take long to find their rhythm, each working up into a heated frenzy that left them both panting and sweaty.

“Fuck me.” Jax growled, his grip tightening as he slammed up into her.

“Pretty sure I already am.” Harry rolled her hips faster, falling harder as she tried to get him deeper.

As if sensing what she needed, Jax banded an arm around her waist and flipped them, putting his back on the mattress and her body astride him. Now she felt everything, his cock brushing against that magical spot, and the rub of her mound sensitizing her aching clit.

“That’s it, baby.” Jax encouraged her hips into movement as he thrust from beneath. “Take it all. Take everything you want. Everything you need. Come on my cock.”

“Jax.” Her body rippled, pleasure coiling tight in her abdomen.

A strong palm cupped the back of her neck and Jax dragged her mouth to his, tongue spearing past her lips, doing exactly what his cock was doing to her pussy. Harry’s fingers latched onto his shoulders as the beginning of her orgasm locked her into place. Beneath her, Jax’s thrusts quickened.

They both reached the cliff and jumped off together, Harry’s release fueling his own as they plummeted straight into an abyss of pure pleasure… and she never wanted to climb back to the surface.