Page 54 of Most Likely to Deny Love (Yearbook #2)
MIA
T he silent walk to our bedroom felt endless.
Jack’s shoulders were rigid, his jaw clenched so tight I could practically hear his teeth grinding.
Dinner had been a masterclass in passive-aggressive family dynamics, with Victoria’s barely veiled digs at my background, Angus’s probing questions about Jack’s business decisions, and Jared’s constant smirking.
The only bright spots had been Nan’s unwavering support and Aunt Diane’s kind attempts to redirect the most uncomfortable conversations.
I followed Jack into the bedroom, watching as he closed the door with careful restraint that somehow felt more dangerous than if he’d slammed it. His control was slipping. I could feel it in the air between us, electric and unpredictable.
“You okay?” I asked, stepping toward him.
He held up a hand, stopping me mid-stride. “Not tonight.”
“Huh? Why not?” The rejection stung more than it should have, considering this was all supposed to be pretend.
“Because...” He dragged a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect style he’d maintained all evening.
“Because why? You don’t want me?” Fuck, that sounded pathetic. I really should know better, after all this time.
His eyes met mine, dark and turbulent. “I want you too much.”
My pulse quickened. “What does that mean?”
“Mia, being here, with you, makes me feel...” He seemed to struggle with the words, his fists clenching at his sides.
“Feel what?”
“Feral.”
Heat rushed through me, pooling low in my belly and between my thighs. I stepped closer, drawn to the barely leashed intensity radiating from him. “Show me.”
“Mia...” His voice was a warning, rough and strained.
“What, Jack?” I moved closer still, sliding my hands up his chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heart beneath my palms. “What do you want to do to me?”
His eyes were dark pools, pupils blown wide with desire and something wilder. “Take you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Slap you. Pull your hair. Bury myself so deep inside you, I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
My breath caught. I’d never seen this side of Jack before. It was raw, primal, dangerous. It had every nerve ending in my body singing with anticipation rather than fear.
“That sounds pretty amazing to me.” I reached for his belt buckle, fingers working the leather strap.
He caught my wrist. “Don’t?—”
“You’ll stop if I ask you to.” I held his gaze, letting him see the absolute trust I had in him.
For a moment, he just stared at me, conflict evident in the tight line of his mouth. Then I slid my free hand into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his rock hard cock. “Give it to me.”
Something snapped in Jack’s eyes. His hands shot up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth crashed down on mine.
The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger.
I moaned into it, arching against him as his grip tightened, sending little sparks of pain-pleasure racing across my scalp.
He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed, then shoved me down onto the mattress. I bounced once, breathless and already aching with need, as he tore his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest and arms flexed with the movement, his skin golden in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down my spine.
I scrambled to obey, fingers fumbling with the zipper of my dress as I watched him strip his pants off. When I wasn’t fast enough, he grew impatient, grabbing the neckline of my dress and tearing it down the middle with a violent jerk that left me gasping.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he muttered, tossing the ruined fabric aside.
His hands were everywhere then, rough and demanding as they stripped away my bra and panties. When I was completely naked beneath him, he paused, his eyes raking over me with such intense hunger that I felt myself growing wetter under his gaze alone.
“Jack, please,” I whispered, reaching for him.
He caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand while the other traced a path down my body, between my breasts, over my stomach, to the apex of my thighs. When his fingers found me, already slick and ready, he groaned.
“So wet for me already,” he said, circling my clit with teasing pressure.
I arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Yes, always.”
His fingers slipped inside me, stretching and filling, but not enough, never enough. I rolled my hips, trying to take him deeper, but he withdrew, ignoring my whimper of protest.
“Turn over,” he ordered, releasing my wrists. “On your hands and knees.”
I complied eagerly, positioning myself as he’d demanded. The cool air of the room caressed my heated skin as I waited, trembling with anticipation. I felt the bed dip as he moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
The first slap against my ass came without warning, the sharp sting melting immediately into pleasure that had me crying out. Before I could recover, he did it again, harder this time, on the other cheek.
“God, yes,” I gasped. “More, Jack. Please.”
He obliged, delivering another slap that had me rocking forward, followed by the soothing caress of his palm over the heated skin.
The contrast of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, each sharp sting followed by melting warmth that sent waves of arousal through my core. I’d never experienced anything like it.
When my ass was hot and tingling, he pulled my hair, forcing my back to arch as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, teasing but not entering.
“Beg me,” he growled, tugging my hair again to expose my throat.
“Please, Jack,” I whimpered, desperate now. “Fuck me. Please, I need you inside me.”
He thrust into me with one hard, powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. Pleasure edged with the perfect amount of pain. He gave me no time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.
One hand remained tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the angle allowing him to hit that perfect spot inside me that had me writhing.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped, the word barely recognizable through my ragged breathing. “I’m yours, Jack.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment, something shifting between us, before he resumed with even greater intensity. The hand on my hip slid around to find my clit.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. “Now, Mia.”
My orgasm slammed into me, my inner muscles clenching around him as I cried out his name. He fucked me through it, relentless, drawing out my pleasure until I was shaking and incoherent.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out, flipping me onto my back. His eyes were wild, his hair disheveled, his chest heaving with exertion. Without a word, he spread my thighs and lowered his head between them.
The first touch of his tongue against my oversensitive flesh had me arching off the bed with a strangled cry.
He held me down, his strong hands keeping my hips pinned as he devoured me with single-minded focus.
His tongue circled my clit before dipping lower, fucking into me with pointed precision that had me building toward another peak embarrassingly quickly.
When he slid two fingers inside me, curling to find that perfect spot inside me while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit, I shattered again, my thighs trembling around his head as pleasure crashed through me in overwhelming waves.
Before I could recover, he was moving up my body, positioning himself between my legs once more. This time when he entered me, it was slower, more controlled, his eyes locked on mine as he filled me inch by exquisite inch.
“I want to see your face when you come again.” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
He set a deliberate pace, each thrust deep and thorough. One hand cupped my breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak of my nipple before pinching it just hard enough to make me gasp. His other hand slid beneath my ass, tilting my hips to allow him even deeper.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could reach. The coil of pleasure was building again, impossibly, a third time, my entire body humming with sensation.
“Jack,” I whispered, his name a prayer on my lips. “I’m close again.”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his rhythm never faltering. “One more time for me, sweetheart. Let go.”
The endearment, so unexpected in the midst of our feral coupling, pushed me over the edge.
My third orgasm washed over me in gentle waves, less intense but somehow deeper than the others.
Jack followed moments later, his hips stuttering against mine as he buried himself to the hilt, a groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. Jack rolled to the side, taking me with him so I was sprawled across his chest, his cock still inside me. For several long moments, neither of us spoke, both too spent for words.
He stroked my hair, gentler now, almost apologetic as he smoothed the tangled strands. I nuzzled against his chest, pressing a kiss over his heart, still thundering beneath my lips.
“Mia… “ he asked finally, his voice a low rumble I could feel vibrating through his chest.
I lifted my head to meet his gaze, finding a vulnerability in those hazel depths that made my heart twist. “If you’re about to apologize, forget it.” My voice was raw from crying out. “That was... incredible.”
The tension seemed to drain from him, his body relaxing beneath mine. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Only in all the right ways.” I smiled, feeling pleasantly sore and utterly sated. “I’d ask if I could have a repeat performance, but I’ll need some recovery time first.”
He laughed then, the sound rumbling through me, making me smile more. His hand trailed down my spine, tracing lazy patterns across my skin.
“I’m sorry about my family,” he said after a moment.
I shook my head, pressing another kiss to his chest. “Don’t apologize for them. Besides, Nan is wonderful.”
“She is,” he agreed, a soft smile touching his lips. “She likes you. I can tell.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I yawned, the events of the day and the hot sex catching up with me. “And for what it’s worth, your brother has nothing on you.”
Jack’s arms tightened around me, something possessive and satisfied in the gesture. “Good to know.”
As I drifted toward sleep, wrapped in Jack’s arms with his heart beating steadily beneath my ear, I realized that despite all the family drama, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. And that thought was both comforting and terrifying at the same time.