My gaze darts across her face, trying to see if she feels it too. Trying to see if she wants this because it feels like there's this insane force between us trying to fuse more of us together.
But I can't read past her pleasure and desperation right now—and I vaguely remember my vow earlier to take it slow with her—so I don't voice any of that out loud. I just nod and kiss her again.
It doesn't take long for her to start moaning into my mouth and pushing down against my thrusts.
"Jax," she gasps, her hands grabbing at my arms, anchoring herself as her orgasm bears down on her. "Wait, no, I—I want to—"
"I know, baby, I'm there," I manage to choke out, my hips starting to stutter. "I'm right there with you." And when she clamps down on my cock, my brain fragments into pieces as my own orgasm tears through me. "Hailey,fuck—"
She shatters with a silent scream. And even as I'm pulled under by my own pleasure, I can't help but be mesmerized by the sight of Hailey lost to feelings of bliss thatIbrought on.
I empty inside her on a groan, burying my face in her neck as she shudders beneath me. When the sensations finally abate, I slump forward, trying to hold most of my weight on my forearms beside her head.
She snakes her arms around my waist and nuzzles into my chest with a happy sigh. I cup her head and hold her against me, reveling in the closeness as I'm still inside her.
She must feel the same way because when I try to pull out of her, she tightens her grips on me and whispers, "No, stay. I like you inside me."
I settle back on top of her, pressing my lips against her temple and stroking her hair.
And I realize,I could stay here with her like this forever.
"I want to stay like this all weekend," she says against my skin.
Not quite forever, but I'll take it.
I pull back so I can smile down at her. "Then we'll stay like this all weekend, baby girl."
* * *
It takes way more willpower than I would’ve thought to let Hailey leave my bed on Monday morning. I have to go to work, too, yet for the first time since I graduated college I’m debating calling in sick just so I can stay with her.
Even if that means sitting at the café all day while she works. That’s how obsessed I feel right now.
I'm so wrapped up in the memories of this weekend—watching Seinfeld reruns, cooking every meal together, and even that weird hour when Hailey tried to introduce me to some weird electronic music subgenre called trap—that I don't notice Tristan and Aiden laid out on the mat until I'm already halfway through the room. The stupid smile immediately drops from my face.
Tristan has his usual no-bullshit stare on his face, but Aiden is grinning like an idiot. It doesn't take a genius to know he found out about Saturday night.
"You told Aiden?" I say with a resigned sigh. "Do we really have to act like high school girls and spreadallthe gossip?"
"I didn't tell him," Tristan says. "But it's kind of hard not to put two and two together when Remy bulldozed through here growling about friendship, best friends, and little sisters."
My shoulders tense. "She's here?"
Tristan just nods. "In the bag room, probably destroying a heavy bag right now."
"Fuck," I mutter. I drop my gym bag on the benches and then turn back to my friends, trying to figure out how I'm supposed to deal with this.Does Remy hate me? Will she forgive me? Is Tristan mad?
I look nervously at my best friend, searching for any disappointment or anger. But I see nothing.
"Did she say anything this weekend?" I ask him quietly.
He just shakes his head at me. "You have to talk to her, dude, don't put me in the middle. You two can figure it out." He takes a moment to study me, though. Then he asks, "I know you well enough to know you wouldn't start with Hailey just for sex, so out of curiosity, is it serious?"
I drag a hand down my face in frustration. "I'm not sure. It'sHailey, so everything is kind of automatically serious. But I don't know what she wants." I wince. "Does that make my betrayal better or worse?"
Aiden finally joins the conversation with a snort. "Dude, you're acting like you just stabbed someone in the back. Remy might be pissed, but it's just because she's protective of Hailey. It doesn't mean she's going to hate you forever. The second she calms down and remembers you're actually the most protective bastard we know, she'll see that this is a good thing. She just needs to get over herself."
Tristan aims a scathing glare at our friend. "You're lucky I agree with you, or I'd be choking you unconscious right now. But you better make sure she never hears you say that."