My first orgasm rolled through me fast. Bright spots blurred my vision, and I almost collapsed on him.
He didn’t let up though. He continued to work me, not giving me a break to recoup.
When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed my other thigh, wrapped it around his neck, held my ass, and swung me up in the air to the other wall where my back slammed hard against it.
His face buried deeper into my core and he ate me out so good, I slammed my head back into the wall over and over again as I came, trying to dispel some of the nuclear orgasmic bomb that exploded within me.
As I slumped over him, he let me slide down his body and then carried me to Rome’s room, ready to throw me into his bed.
“I should probably wait to fuck you in my own bed.”
I smiled. “Like I said, Rome texted and said he was giving me time to work it out with you. He won’t be back tonight.”
Jax didn’t smile back. He just turned and headed back the way he came.
I wriggled against him. “Hey, you’re going the wrong way!”
“Nope.” He set me down a little harder than I expected he would and started throwing my clothes my way. “Put your clothes back on. We’re going to my place.”
I caught my shorts. “Are you kidding me right now?”
He laced up his shoes, “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?”
“You are being ridiculous,” I practically yelled, frustrated that he was stopping our momentum. “I’m not going to your place.”
I shot my legs into my shorts and wiggled them up over my body as his head snapped up. “Don’t be difficult, Whitfield.”
I sighed up to the ceiling. “Jax, how can you possibly think I am being the difficult one right now? You literally have an empty bed and a willing woman to fuck you. Yet, you want to trek all the way back to your house?”
His whole body tightened at my words. “Just a ‘willing woman to fuck,’ huh? That all it is to you?”
“Isn’t that the way you just described this? Getting this out of our systems?”
He stepped toward me, taut, ready for a fight. “You fuck Roman in that bed.” He pointed toward the bedroom furiously. “You’ve probably fucked him all through this goddamn place.”
I didn’t deny it. I wasn’t about to go into specifics about how I’d cried to Rome over the weekend but hadn’t slept with him. I just passed out at his place.
Without giving any detail, I practically saw Jax’s blood pressure rise as his face reddened.
“I might blow your mind in his kitchen and mark you where he touched you,”—he slid his hand over my neck—“and I damn sure will make you forget every moment you thought he got you off. But when I take you again, it will be in my bed, on my terms, and without him giving us permission to work it out.”
“Why?” I whispered, hoping with all my heart that his words meant that he wanted something more than just getting each other out of our systems. My mind told me to be smarter.
“If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you.”
I crossed my arms across my chest, trying to stand tall but knowing it came off as a protective mechanism. “Maybe we should wait until you have the answer.”
He sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and squinted at me like he was trying to read my every thought.
I stared back, wanting to tell him this was all bullshit, that he should have never left, that him visiting my dad was bullshit, and we could have made it if he had stayed.
His squint turned into a stare I thought looked a little too close to sympathy.
I squeezed my eyes shut and in the next second, he’d swooped in and kissed me so hard that all the air whooshed out of me. He held my face as he devoured my lips like he was starved, and I met him with equal fervor.
Then, just as quickly as he’d moved in, he jerked back. I was gulping for air as he backed up toward the door, swung it open, and said, “My bed is coming. Until then, stay the fuck out of his.”