Page 81 of The Souls We Claim

“You like it?” she asks.

“Turn around...slowly.”

I don’t know where to look first. Her long hair hangs in thick wavy pigtails. My hands itch to wrap them around my palms while I do all kinds of perverted things to her. They’re playful, but there is nothing juvenile about the look.

The one-piece swimsuit is the Stars and Stripes. I’m a big believer in our flag and what it’s supposed to stand for, even if it often falls short. Normally, I’d take a position that the only thing a flag should do is fly, but it’s impossible to defend that stance when I take in the way it hugs Ari’s body. It’s faded…denim blue, white, and a weatherworn red. As Ari turns, I can see it’s backless but cups her tits to perfection. The denim shorts she’s wearing just cover the cheeks of her ass, but if she bends forward even a centimeter, they’ll be on show. And the white ankle socks with white Converse send blood racing to my cock.

“I know you were a SEAL, so the swimsuit is a bit of a nod to that. And that you seem to like it when I’m…bratty, so I thought the pigtails were cute. Gwen said it would be perfect when we went shopping for today, and that the other girls would be?—”

“Shut up,” I instruct. “You look breathtaking. And move your hands.” She has them pressed to her stomach as if she’s nervous.

I put my coffee down and walk over to her. Once there, I cup her neck as I kiss her. It’s not with the gentleness I initially planned but with the kind of hunger that comes from being seen. From knowing that Ari thought about me yesterday while she was out shopping with the girls. That I was on her mind. That she wanted to please me. That she went to this effort so I would like it, so we could walk into the clubhouse together and I’d be proud to have her on my arm and in my bed.

Ari knots her hands into the lapels of my cut, fisting them, pulling me closer.

Our tongues fight each other, seeking the connection that comes with this kind of intimacy. Something raw. Unbridled. Passionate.

Time stops.

Nothing matters except the way she feels in my arms.

I pick Ari up, kick a chair out of the way, and sit her down on the table. I kiss her cheek, bite her neck, and fight with the button on those tiny shorts because there is no way I can get through another minute without fucking her.

My balls ache at the idea. My cock is already straining against the zipper of my jeans.

“Jax,” she gasps.

I tug the shorts down her thighs, unable to wait to put my mouth on her. I grip the swimsuit in my fist, pulling it out of the way so I can drown in her taste.

She’s already wet. “Were you thinking of how I’d react to this outfit? Is that what got you so excited? So wet?”

“Yes,” she cries as I suck hard on her clit. “I touched myself thinking about what you’d do to me in it.”

“Such a naughty little girl, touching what’s mine.”

I slide a finger into her, then another, as I continue to tease her clit with my tongue. Her hands sink into my hair, pulling firmly.

“Are my fingers better than yours?” I ask, my voice gruff.

“Always. Please, Jax. Make me come.”

“Ask Daddy nicely,” I say, the words tripping over my lips before I can overthink them.

Her eyes meet mine, and I swear electricity or something snaps between us.

“Please, Daddy.” When she bites down on her bottom lip, I’m done for.

I still have a condom in my wallet, and I pull it out. “I’m fighting back the urge to fuck you bareback and not give a shit who knows that my cum is all up inside you. But I know you went to a lot of effort to look nice, and we haven’t gotten tested yet. We’re gonna fix that tomorrow.” I move her hand to the swimsuit. “Hold it out of the way so I don’t ruin it.” As soon as I have the condom on, I thrust into her. My cock is too big for her, but I don’t have patience right now. All I can think of is how good it’s going to feel as she comes apart around me.

“Oh, God.” She tries to make purchase with the table, but the surface is slippery. There is nothing to hold on to.

I take one of her ankles and prop her foot on the edge of the table, then repeat with the other.

“Fucking love your flexibility.” She’s wide open for me, her tits bouncing beneath the flag I fought for.

I place my palm between her tits as I thrust hard. The sound of chairs colliding and legs scraping across the floor tells me I’m gonna have some furniture to rearrange when I’m done. But it’shard to give a fuck about that when her wet warmth feels so incredible that it gives me an existential crisis.

“You feel so big,” she says.