My heart rate kicked up as his words took over my brain and panic set in. He wanted me to meet his mom?
He released the pen from my hair and buried his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back. He dropped his forehead to mine. “Get out of your head, Trouble. We’re here now, and that’s what matters.”
A million reasons that was a bad idea came in and out of my brain, but I couldn’t voice a single one. I didn’t want to.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then the other. “You promised me now, and I plan on using every second of it.”
His words flooded me with a need that I couldn’t control. I was done wasting time on doubts. This was our time. I dug my fingers into his hair like I knew he liked, drawing a deep growl from him, and pulled him down into a kiss. One that I filled with every ounce of longing I’d buried inside me. Everything I kept locked away.
He pulled back, and his eyes searched mine until he found what he was looking for, and then he dove back into the kiss. His touch was rougher, more desperate than anything I’d felt.
Jax groaned, raking his fingers up my thighs and under my skirt, and cupped between my thighs. He ripped my panties off, tucking them in his pocket, then slid his fingers through my slick folds, sending a shiver through me.
“Fuck. You are so fucking responsive.” He drove his fingers into my core until I was riding them, chasing my release. He bit my jaw, a low growl in his voice. “I can’t wait.”
I didn’t want him to. I worked his belt, then his pants, until I revealed his cock. It was red and angry, straining in my hand as I guided it to my entrance. Jax lifted my right leg around his waist until only the very tips of my toes reached the ground and buried himself into me.
The tendons in his neck strained against the pleasure, and he grunted with each stroke, as if it physically pained him not to go harder.
“Fuck me, Jax.”
His thrust turned feral with my permission, slamming me into the shelves, no doubt leaving marks. He worked me, and his hips pounded a hard rhythm. It was ownership at its finest, and he growled out, his orgasm filling me to the brim.
“Fuck, Sidney.” His kisses turned soft, tender. “I was supposed to wait. You didn’t finish.”
I ran my fingers through the damp hair on each side of his temples. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. I love you losing control.”
He buried his face into the crook of my neck, and I moaned when he licked the sensitive skin. “Don’t worry, Trouble. I’m not done with you yet.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me and raised my skirt.
“Fuck, you look so good filled with my cum.” He licked his mess off my inner thigh. “I can’t leave you to walk around like this, or I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”
I moaned, my brain flooding with the collision of how dirty but how right this felt. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”
He groaned, hungrily cleaning me with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good filled with my cum.”
I whimpered as lust seared through me, and the muscles in my pussy clenched, needing to be filled. He murmured his approval, sliding his fingers inside of me, and praised me over and over again. “That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so perfect. It takes me so fucking well. You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”
His words pushed me off the edge, and I fell into my orgasm as it crashed around me with such force my knees gave out. He caught me and pulled his fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean in front of me. “So fucking sweet, Trouble.”
My mind was too fuzzy to respond. Instead, I laid my head on his shoulder, matching his breaths as I came down from the best orgasm of my life.
Jax stroked my hair and soothed a hand down my back until I could stand on my own.
His eyes met mine. “Your place or mine?”
“Anthony and Mia don’t get back until Sunday.”
“Fucking perfect.” He led me from the stacks and gathered all my things. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me, and for once, I didn’t care.
He came up behind me and pressed his rock-hard cock into my ass. “Let’s go before I fuck you on this table.”
It was more of a promise than a statement. He was dead serious.
The next two days were filled with quiet moments and cuddles on the couch. He didn’t leave my side the entire time, and I soaked up all of his attention.
I leaned my head back on the sofa, humming in the back of my throat as he worked the tendons in my foot with his strong hands. There were empty takeout containers on the coffee table, and the TV was playing something I couldn’t be bothered to watch. We’d been playing house, and this was our last night together. I swallowed hard, pushing down the haunted feeling of what was coming.
Jax set my foot down and crawled over me, always attuned to my emotions. He placed gentle kisses along my face, finally landing on my mouth. “When do your roommates get back?”
“Early tomorrow.”
He groaned and lifted me from the couch, carrying me to my room. “Then let’s not waste tonight.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
JAX
The clock said it was two in the morning. I shifted carefully so as not to wake Sid. She’d stayed here, or I’d gone to her place for the last two weeks, not wasting a second we had together, knowing that we were running out of time. I slid my fingers through her hair, letting it fall across my chest, and she nuzzled closer. I gently placed a kiss on the top of her head and breathed in her vanilla citrus scent. It was only late at night that I let the ache of what was coming settle over me. The closer we got, the more I knew I couldn’t let her go. That I had to figure this out before it was too late.
Her hand slowly drifted up to my side, curling around my neck, and she tipped her head up, eyes still closed, pulling me forward. My tongue dipped into her mouth in a slow kiss, and I savored every second I got with her.
She pulled back, and my hands trembled, cupping her face as her gaze searched mine, eyes rimmed with unshed silver. I knew mine stared back, pleading into hers. Her slim fingers traced the lines of my face, the slant of my nose, the curve of my cheekbone. One corner of her mouth lifted in a smile, but the slight wobble gave her away.
You’re mine, Sidney, and you’re dead wrong if you think I’m going to let you go.
She stared into my eyes, reading everything written there, and she nodded.
One word repeated itself in my head: Mine.
She pressed her lips against mine, and I let her lull me with her body. Losing myself in her.
The sun crept into my room when I woke, still tangled with her. Her soft hair was wrapped around us, and my heart ached in my chest. I could never ask Sid to give up her dreams, but I would try my fucking hardest to convince her to take a chance on me. That we were worth everything. Sidney, with her contagious laugh and sassy mouth, had created a gravitational pull that I never wanted to escape. The way she laughed, how she tilted her head when she pieced something together, and now the way she cuddled into my arms. All of it reminded me of home, one that I wanted to keep coming back to. I could feel the void filling up, and I was petrified of the downturn coming toward us. She was worth any compromise or sacrifice. Now I had to prove to her I was worth the same. I had her, she had me, and that was enough. Nothing else mattered. We could make everything work, right? There had to be a way. If she wasn’t so freaking stubborn, maybe we could.