Page 43 of Fierce-Jax (Fierce Matchmaking #18)

HARD TO BALANCE

“ P ut me in a good mood for this now,” Dillion said.

She rolled over the next morning to see Jax’s eyes on her.

She was willing to bet he hadn’t slept much last night.

Since she surprisingly did, she wasn’t sure about Jax.

There was so much going through her mind, but she was at peace enough that no one was trying to harm her daughter.

That everyone wanted the best for Gianna.

At least that was her hope and her gut was telling her she needed to go with it for now.

“What is it you want me to do?” Jax asked.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

He’d held her last night in bed but hadn’t touched or comforted her the way she would have liked.

The way she wanted.

“No,” he said.

“But you’re quiet,” she said, moving to lie on his chest, her hand on his cheek.

She loved this beard he always had in the morning and sometimes wished he’d keep it.

The rough side of him was a turn-on.

“Because I’m not sure what to do,” he said. “I’m afraid of pissing you off and saying or doing the wrong thing but wanting to be there for you at the same time. It’s hard to balance.”

And the soft side of him came out more and she realized she was in love with this side the most.

“I discovered that balancing things in my life isn’t easy.”

“No,” he said.

“Can I tell you what I want?” she asked.

“Please do,” he said, his hand running down the side of her face.

“I want you to take my mind off of what I’m going to have to deal with when we pick up Gianna. I know my mother would have told my father and he’s going to be pissed.”

“As he should be,” he said.

She pinched him. “Now, now.”

“He’s going to be upset that your mother might have put herself at risk,” he argued.

“I know,” she said “And I felt bad, but my mother could have said no.”

“She wouldn’t have and you know that,” he said.

“I do,” she said, laughing. “And talking about this isn’t relaxing me.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked. “You’ve never had a problem voicing things before. All but asking me out.”

She laughed. “Thanks for the laugh. I needed that. I wanted you to make love to me last night. I wanted to feel like you had me and would keep me safe because when I’m in your arms that is how I feel.”

He smiled softly, his eyes almost filling.

She’d never said a man was weak who got emotional.

Not when it was because you were loved.

Being able to express those feelings was one of the most powerful traits a man could have.

“I want you to always feel safe with me, Dillion. I mean that. Mentally and physically. I want you to know I’ll always be there for you even if I’m pissed.”

She laughed. “Great. Now stop talking and be there for me. Give me the strength for later.”

He squinted one eye at her. “Really?”

“Fine,” she said, wiggling out of his arms and sliding under the covers. “I’ll take care of it myself just like I’ve been doing.”

Since Jax’s dick was already hard she was positive he’d been playing with her.

Which was fine because now she was doing that to him.

She yanked his underwear down his legs and he was kicking it off while she bent over him, opened her mouth, and took him in all the way.

He let out a moan and she smiled, then sucked.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” he said after another moan escaped.

She looked up and grinned. “This is working too. Maybe I like knowing I can do it to you.”

Her hand was jerking him off, the full length of him from bottom to top, wet from her mouth, her eyes on his.

She did it faster and his eyes rolled back and closed, a soft grin on his lips.

There was a feeling of power knowing she could have this effect on him.

She dropped her mouth down again to cover him, but he only let her do it for another few passes before she squealed as she was lifted under her arms and found herself close to his face.

“Finish the job this way,” he said. “Because there is nothing I love more than watching you come while I’m in you.”

She adjusted herself, dropped on top of him, and let out a sigh, her eyes closing.

“It feels so good,” she said, moving up and down, riding him slowly.

He always let her set the pace when she was on top.

“Open your eyes, Dillion,” he said. “Let me watch you.”

She did as he said, his brown eyes the color of whiskey staring into hers.

“This is sexy,” she said. “Why haven’t we done it before?”

“I do it all the time,” he said. “You don’t pay attention. You always shut them at the end. This time you won’t. I want to see what color yours end up when you’re opening yourself to me.”

Her eyes always changed colors. “What color are they now?”

“A cloudy blue,” he said. “Touches of gray in them. Like a storm building.”

“It feels as if that is happening inside of me,” she said as she kept moving up and down.

She loved to almost have him out completely, then drop back down quickly and deeply.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Get closer.”

“I want you to touch me,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

A slow smile spread across his face as his hand moved over her swollen flesh and started to flick and rub.

It didn’t take her long when he touched that magic spot on her body.

She sat down and stayed still while he worked her over.

The feeling of fullness inside of her was more than enough with the gentle teasing circular motion of his thumb.

It was almost like a relaxing massage that her body was craving.

“Your eyes are shut again,” he said. “Open them up and I’ll give you what you want.”

She hadn’t been aware she’d shut them until they popped open.

“It’s so hard.”

“Yes,” he said. “It is.”

She smiled at his smirk and he applied more pressure below. Not so gentle but firm.

He was pushing in and holding his thumb there as if it were a button ready to launch her body.

And when he held it here and rotated, she shot off without knowing it was going to happen.

She was grinding against him as she came, his thumb not letting up one bit, her eyes trying to stay open, but she knew they’d closed.

It felt too good and she didn’t have the energy to fight what her body naturally wanted to do.

He flipped her fast, her eyes wide now as she landed on her back, Jax bracing himself over her and thrusting in hard and deep.

Either she was coming again or she was still going and it was tipped up a notch.

But she was aware enough to keep her eyes open and watch him this time.

The chemistry and electricity of gazing into each other's eyes was more erotic than she could have ever imagined.

When he came, his eyes shut and she let him go because she’d seen what she needed to.

The love he had for her.

Women talk about bad boys, but there was nothing sexier than a man who was genuinely a good person and put the love of his life first and wasn’t afraid for it to be known.