RIVAL: An Enemies to Lovers Why Choose Country Romance

Chapter 33

Jaxon’s lips move over mine, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more stunned. Yes, I’ve kissed both Griffin and Mason recently, but the way Jaxon is kissing me right now, it’s as if he’s telling me every one of his deepest secrets.

My hand spreads further over his chest and his heart is pulsing even harder than my own, which is nuts because mine feels as if it’s about to burst out of me.

“Jaxon,” I breathe out, letting his kiss take me into a different world, distracting me from our almost awful accident and what could have happened. I push myself closer.

When our bodies press against each other, I shiver as the cold seeps into my skin from our soaked clothes. Gasping, I intend to pull back, but he uses the moment to deepen our kiss, his tongue plunging forward. He tastes of mint and ice, his whole body just as chilled as mine.

“You’re shaking,” he says against my mouth.

Nodding, I keep moving my lips with his and whisper, “I’m soaking wet.”

His head jerks back and notice his pupils have blown, a look of lust filling his gaze. “Are you?” It comes out as a low rumble and I realize what I’ve said. How it sounded.

A nervous laugh bursts out of me. My eyes fall to my clothing, and I pluck at my shirt. “I meant my clothes,” I tease, then bite my lip and glance up at him.

Jaxon reaches past me and flips the heater on high, then rests his hands on my hips and tugs me further onto his lap so my legs are resting on either side of his thighs. Playing with the hem, he leans back and studies me.

“Would you let me take this off?” He punctuates his question by tugging hard on my shirt.

I answer by lifting my arms. It’s a struggle to get the clinging fabric off, but eventually I’m freed. In our rush to remove it, my hair band loosens and dripping strands tickle my skin, causing goosebumps to form up my arms.

Sitting in front of him like this feels right. I was nervous with Griffin, mainly because it was my first time, but also because we didn’t know each other as well. Mason always makes me nervous. His gruff demeanor sometimes has me wondering if I’m going to irritate him. That worry has begun to fade away the more time we’ve spent together, and he doesn’t lash out the way he did in the beginning.

Jaxon though. He’s my friend that I’ve spent time getting to know, and I’ve grown to have feelings for him. The first word that comes to mind when I think of him is trust.

I trust Jaxon more than I’ve trusted anyone before. The Danielsons have some of it as well, but considering I’ve told Jaxon so much more about me and my life, maybe I don’t fully trust them. Most likely due to fear of being judged. This man has never judged or thought less of me, no matter what I’ve shared.

Lifting my eyes, I hope he sees how much he means to me, but I lean forward and lay my cheek against his. Closing my eyes, I ignore the water soaking into my skin from his shirt and seek out the warmth underneath.

He trails his lips over my neck and shoulder, tasting the fresh water off my skin. I arch my neck to give him better access, and he’s quick to take advantage.

Raking his hands up my back, he brings his mouth back to mine and something shifts in our kiss now. This one isn’t just sharing that first connection, it’s telling us we aren’t stopping.

When he nips at my lip, then slips his tongue inside again, I feel as if my whole body transforms into someone needy and desperate. My hands fly over him and the two of us work his shirt off while simultaneously unhooking my bra and slipping it off.

The moment both of us are bare from the waist up, we slide together, arms trying to draw the other one closer. Turning us sideways in the seat, he lays me on the bench and tugs my shoes off as I work my leggings and panties over my hips, past my thighs, only for Jaxon to jerk them the rest of the way off.

As soon as they’re gone, he presses his palms against the inside of my thighs, spreading me open to him. His chest is heaving and with only a quick flick of his eyes up to mine, he pushes me up the seat to give himself room and shoulders his way to my center.

The flat of his tongue slides through my folds and he groans loudly, the sound vibrating through my body. My hands fly up and clutch at the seat and dashboard, anything to brace myself as he consumes me.

“Oh God! Jax—” I moan loudly, his naming coming up short when he sucks my clit into his mouth and he taps his tongue against it. Every time he does it, my body jerks, and currents of pleasure race through me.

I’m practically crawling up the window, conflicted between pulling away or shoving my body harder against his mouth as he utterly destroys me.

With trembling muscles, I squeeze my thighs around him just as my orgasm works its way out of me. With another long swipe up my center, Jaxon removes his mouth, and I cry out in frustration.

Reaching for the glove box, he opens it and rustles around until his fingers emerge with a foil package tucked between them.

“Yes?” His plea is short and to the point, so I nod quickly and watch as he yanks the top of his jeans down, his length hard and pulsing.

Ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth, he spits the corner to the floor, then rolls the condom down his shaft. The moment it’s in place, he lifts me from the bench and scoots to the middle, away from the steering wheel, and sets me back on top of him.

Our eyes lock when his blunt tip locks into place at my opening, then with parted mouths, he drives up, sheathing himself fully inside of me.

I fall against him, our mouths and teeth fumbling together as I shift my hips over him, shuddering at how amazing he feels. This connection is so much more than I ever expected and it’s exactly what I’d been hoping for.

There are no regrets about Griffin and Mason, but it wasn’t ever like this. It’s more, and not just because it feels good. Feeling Jaxon surge inside of me and sharing his breath, I feel passion. Love even.

Cradling me in his arms, he holds me tightly as if he can’t bear for me to separate from him, and we move together quickly, his groans of pleasure knitting into my chest where I’ll keep it forever.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucks his thumb before lowering it to graze over my clit. My body lurches forward, wanting more, but he keeps his touch light, moving with my body as I rock against him.

“I need you to come for me, baby. I can’t—” His eyes squeeze shut tightly before he pleads with me. “I can’t hold out. You feel too good. Fuck, you’ve got me in a chokehold.”

The pressure on my clit increases and I drop my mouth to his shoulder, digging my teeth into his taut muscles, stretching his skin. My scream is muffled as I explode and he holds me in a bear hug as he drives himself over and over into me, fighting to push through my convulsing muscles.

I hang on, unable to do anything more than let him use my body as he shouts out his own release, slamming me down hard. His length is swelling and pumping deep inside of me, filling the condom with each pulse. A flicker of want ignites somewhere in a dark part of my mind and I find myself sad there’s a barrier separating us for this part.

Jaxon’s breathing is coming out in quick bursts, my body swaying with each one, and it feels as if I’m a part of him. Just as his arms tighten around me in a hug, a honk from behind jolts us and I wrench my body from his to fall into the seat and hide.

“Shit!” he shouts, grabbing the condom that slipped from him when I pulled away. I glance down and see his cum dripping down my swollen folds and the upper part of my thighs. “Fuck, it came off inside you.”

I reach for the shirt I was using to dry the rain from my face and yank it over my head. Peering out the back, I can hardly make out the dark vehicle parked behind us, but I see a figure just exiting from the driver’s side. I whisper harshly, “Someone is coming over here!”

“Son of a… Just stay down. I’ll take care of it.” Quickly tucking himself away, he yanks his jeans back up and shoves his way out the door. The downpour of rain so loud I have to cover my ears.

He’s only gone for a moment, but I use the time to tug my leggings back up and wrap my shirt and underwear into a ball, then straighten Jaxon’s shirt I used to covered myself, so I’m at least put together.

He’s hopping back into the truck only a minute later, and he keeps me hidden with his body as the other vehicle passes by us with another honk and quickly disappears in the rain.

“What happened?” I ask, almost panicked at getting caught fully nude.

Using his hands to shake out his freshly soaked hair, he presses his lips together in frustration. “Just a neighbor. Thought we needed help, and stopped. Told him I just pulled over to make a phone call.”

My blood is rushing through my ears as I attempt to calm myself down. Placing a hand over my chest to ease the ache, we both sit in silence until he breaks it.

Reaching down for his shirt, he winces as he pulls the freezing fabric over his head. “The condom came off, Edith. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to pull away so quickly.” At my look of despair, he rushes to add, “It wasn’t your fault. It just happened, but you should know because… well…” He trails off and waves a hand toward my stomach. “Are you on birth control?”

Wringing my hands together, I shake my head slowly. “Not yet. I made an appointment to get some, but it’s not until next week.”

With a sigh, he nods and forces out a smile. “Well, we’ll just deal with that if it becomes an issue. Nothing we can do about it now.” Pausing, he reaches out and cups my cheek. I lean into it and close my eyes. “You okay?”

He’s so gentle and I can tell immediately that he cares about my answer. My smile is full when I peek at him. “I’m really good. Are you? Okay with what happened?”

Chuckling, he pulls me to him and gives me a hug, then settles me under his arm. “I had intended to woo you, but yeah, I’m really happy with what just happened, minus the little hiccup at the end.”

“Woo?”

He flashes his teeth at me, then pulls away to put the truck in drive and get us back on the road. “Yup. Woo. I have plans to date the fuck out of you, so be prepared, Miss Edith.”

My cheeks flush red when he ends his promise with a wink. Placing my hand over my heart once more, I silently demand it slow down so I survive until the promised wooing.