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I laughed as I followed him into one of the bedrooms. It consisted of a mattress set on the floor. The sheets and single blanket were tangled as if a tornado had blown through the room. A dresser was tucked into one corner, and a chair sat by the window. It was draped with dirty clothes.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests." Jaxon quickly started picking clothes up from the floor. He snatched up a pink bra and froze to the spot as he stared down at the garment hanging from his finger.

"Hmm. Looks kind of small for you," I said.

Jaxon was the size of a damn grizzly, and something told me he was just as menacing in a fight, but he managed an embarrassed grin as he tried to push the bra into the rest of the clothes.

I tapped my chin. "I think the obvious question here is—didn't she notice she was walking out without her bra?

I mean, I can see forgetting a sweatshirt or a hat but your bra?

You must have knocked her senseless." I walked closer to Jaxon.

He smelled good, earthy, like the ocean and all the good parts of nature that went with it.

"I'm going to be honest, Mr. Stone, it's been a wild day, but there is one thing that has been front and center in my mind throughout the whole ordeal. " I licked my lip to give him a hint.

His blue eyes darkened to a deep navy as he stepped closer. We were close enough that I could see a small X-shaped scar on his chin and another jagged scar above his eyebrow. "Yeah? What's that?"

I ran my fingers down his chest. "I've been wondering what it's like to be fucked by this incredible hunk of a man. Interested in putting my curiosity to rest?"

Jaxon stared at me for a long moment as if I was just a hallucination.

"Fucking hell," he grunted, then swept his arms around me.

I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around him.

He spun me around and slammed the door shut before pushing me up against the wall.

His mouth devoured mine. I lowered my feet to the ground, and his callused fingers rubbed down my ass as he pushed my bikini bottoms to the floor.

I stepped free of them, and he lifted me again and carried me to the bed.

I squealed as he dropped me onto the mattress.

He was about to lean down over me, but I held up a hand.

"Not so fast, cowboy. Drop 'em. I need to see what I'm getting into.

" I'd been captive in a horrid, rancid relationship, but today, I was living a fantasy, and I planned to enjoy and remember every minute of it.

I sucked in a shocked breath when Jaxon untied his trunks and let them fall to the floor.

"Oh wow. This woman has been warned, and she is ready. "

Jaxon smiled as he knelt down on the bed. His eyes swept over me. "Fucking perfect angel. It's like you dropped from heaven instead of the deck of a yacht." He pushed aside the triangle of fabric covering my breast. "God, these tits?—"

Jaxon lowered his mouth to my breast, and I arched my back to press harder against his mouth as he lathed my nipple with his tongue.

His hand smoothed down my belly. I dropped my thighs open as his fingers slid through the heat pooling in my pussy.

He knew his way around a woman's body. He massaged my clit to the point that my pussy ached to be filled.

I writhed my hips to move against the pressure of his hand, and in seconds I was close to coming.

I grabbed his arm. "No, I want you inside of me before I come. Please, Jax, I need you inside of me."

Jaxon grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

I held my breath, waiting for him. Everything about him was enormous, intimidating, but he lowered himself down over me, slowly, cautiously.

He kept most of his weight braced on his two muscular arms. He could crush me in those same arms, and what a great fucking way to go.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last long, darlin'. You make me so hard it hurts." He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me as he settled between my thighs. "You still want this?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Fuck yes, Jax. Please." I lifted my legs and circled them around him. His hand slipped under my ass to bring my pussy higher. He stared down at me with a heated gaze as he pushed inside of me. I gasped at his size.

"You all right?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

"Never been better," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring his mouth back down for a kiss.

He groaned against my mouth as his cock went deeper, filling me completely.

His hips moved slowly at first. With each thrust, I inched closer and closer to climax.

I tightened my legs around his waist and lifted my pussy higher to feel the full impact of his thrusts.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and closed my eyes.

I couldn't get enough of him, which was crazy considering there was so much of him to give.

The mattress lightly slapped the wall behind us as he gripped my ass, holding it higher so he could go deeper.

I knew my nails were digging into his flesh, but I couldn't stop myself.

I'd never experienced such intense sex, and it wasn't just his size.

There was something so feral, so untamed about the man, and at the same time he'd paused at a moment when most men would never consider stopping to make sure I was all right.

He was a beautiful fucking contradiction.

My breaths came in quick spurts. "Oh yes, Jax, I'm there, fuck yeah!" I cried out in pleasure, and seconds later a deep growl rolled up from his chest as he came. He lay down next to me, and it felt as if the whole room leaned to that side.

I curled against him. He radiated so much warmth and strength and energy, I felt instantly comforted and drowsy. "This is one of those days I want to put on repeat." I peered up at him. "Like the Groundhog Day movie."

"I agree but let's leave out the gunshot."

I snuggled closer. I couldn't get enough of him. "I'm sorry about that. Alex is a fucking asshole."

"I agree, and I think you should leave him immediately. I don't have a luxury yacht, and I live in this house that is one good windstorm away from complete destruction, but I'd treat you like a fucking goddess."

"I have to admit staying right here in this bed with you for the rest of my days sounds pretty damn sweet, but as you might have noticed, I come with a lot of annoying baggage, more than you even know.

Besides, something tells me Jaxon Stone is not exactly a one-woman kind of man.

I refer you to Exhibit A, the pink bra. My life has been such a roller coaster, the last thing I need is a broken heart, Jax, and I think you're just the guy who could break it. "

His callused fingertips pushed some hair off my forehead. "I'd try my best to make you unbelievably happy. Leave the baggage behind. I'll leave mine behind too."

A voice outside the window stopped our intimate conversation.

"Well, hello there, Officer Pugsley," a voice that I already recognized as Crusoe's drifted through the open window. A moment of terror seized me as I realized his younger brother had been sitting outside that open window during our somewhat loud sex.

"It's Officer Adams," a voice replied sternly. "Is Jax around? Need to talk to him."

"What about?" It was a second voice. More embarrassment. His cousin, Theo, was outside the window, too. I tried to think back to just how loud I'd gotten, but I was in such a state of delirium it wasn't clear.

"Looks like he might be in some trouble," the officer continued. "One of those rich jerks from the next town over is whining that Jax took off with his girlfriend, and knowing Jax, as I do, it doesn't sound too farfetched."

I smiled up at Jaxon. "My point has been made."

"They all fucking exaggerate."

We lay there perfectly still waiting to see how the conversation ended.

"Well, my brother probably had good reason to take off with the prick's girlfriend," Crusoe said.

"So, he is here?" the officer asked.

"Haven't seen him," Theo interjected quickly before Crusoe could say the wrong thing.

"Yeah?" There was a long pause. "Well, all right. Let him know I'm looking for him, and this guy doesn't seem too friendly, so he should probably return the girlfriend."

"Boy, do I feel like a possession right now," I whispered.

"Later, Officer Pugsley," Crusoe called.

"It's Adams," the officer said curtly. A car started and rolled down the dirt driveway.

We sat up and leaned against the cool plaster wall. I untwisted a sheet to cover myself. Suddenly, I was feeling rather exposed with the open window and his roommates right outside. "I thought they'd gone to the protest."

"Apparently, they haven't left yet."

"Shit. Was I loud?"

"Sounded like sweet music to my ears."

I elbowed him. "Now I'll have to sneak out to avoid them."

He dropped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. "You're not leaving me, are ya?"

"I think we had this conversation. And you heard the officer. He was looking for you. Obviously, Alex is back on shore and making a big fuss." I looked at Jax. "Officer Pugsley?"

His smile was always guarded, but it was still amazing. "Yeah, poor Adams. He went to school with us. Mike had flaming red hair and freckles, and he was a round little guy, so people called him Pugsley, like Pugsley Adams. The name stuck."

"Poor guy." I twisted slightly. "You didn't bully him, did you?"

"Nah, the opposite. Griffin and I sort of took him under our wing. That stopped the bullies fast. My mom always told us 'if you're on the side of bullies, you're on the wrong fucking side.'"

"Good for her."

"Worked in our favor. My cousins and I aren't exactly model citizens, but Adams is really cool about looking the other way when we do something wrong."

"Like kidnapping someone's girlfriend?"

"Uh, excuse me, missy, but I think you climbed onto my WaveRunner willingly."