Chapter Eight
I left the office immediately after five, anxious to get home to start getting ready for my date with Jed. The first thing I did upon arrival was deal with my hair. In order to get the beach-wave curl I liked, I usually slept in my satin curling rod. A curling iron with my length took far more time and patience than I possessed. While an hour-and-a-half wasn’t overnight, I twisted my hair around the rod anyway, hoping for the best.
Some curl was better than none.
I refreshed my makeup, but only a touch, not wishing to overdo it, then headed to my bedroom to piece together an outfit.
It had been a long time since I’d been on a date. A couple years, at least. Even longer since I was in anything resembling a relationship. I wasn’t sure what Jed wanted with me or if a real relationship was in our future, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I experienced the moment he arrived at that storage unit—for me .
Maybe he wasn’t Prince Charming. Maybe the circumstances that ignited something personal between us had created a smoke screen through which I wasn’t yet able to see—but I was willing to take the risk to find out.
Besides, if nothing else, the connection we had when we kissed was unmistakably magical.
Assuming Jed would arrive on his Harley, I decided I should dress appropriately. I built my outfit around my cropped, black, faux leather jacket. I told myself when I bought it I’d splurge and buy a real one, one day. For now, this one would definitely do the trick.
I swapped my pencil skirt for high-waisted, tight black jeans. After changing into a strapless bra, I paired them with my silk, cowl neck, pale pink, camisole top. I wore it tucked in, and the kiss of the cool fabric upon first donning it felt nice against my still tender stomach. I finished the look with my black, suede ankle booties, and a simple gold pendant necklace.
After my outfit was handled, I had an hour left to get lost in my head, and the extra time made way for nerves to set in.
I had a lot on my plate that day, not to mention the memory of that elevator kiss to distract me, but I couldn’t forget all the questions I still had about the night before. Then, of course, there was the not-so-insignificant debt of ten thousand dollars I owed Jed. I had no idea how I was going to pay him back. In truth, it was Alejandro who owed him that money, but I couldn’t count on him.
I’d have been a fool to think otherwise.
Jed hadn’t mentioned the money at all. Not the previous night or that morning. It hadn’t yet become an awkward issue between us, but it was like a cut. If we didn’t address it, it would get infected, and I didn’t want what was developing between us to be the thing that got amputated as a result.
If he didn’t bring it up, I would. Like a band-aid, I would simply rip it off.
At ten ‘til seven, I took out my curling rod. I managed to get a couple big, lazy curls around my face. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall naturally, and decided it wasn’t so bad. I was slipping into my jacket when a knock sounded at my door.
I hesitated for a moment, allowing my insides to recover from the excitement of knowing Jed had arrived. Then I pulled my hair free of my collar, grabbed my purse, and hurried to greet my date.
When I opened the door, I noticed he hadn’t changed since I last saw him. Only, rather than hooked on his tee, his sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, holding the long strands away from his face.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hi,” I managed.
He smiled, and it was brilliant.
“You ready?”
“Mmhmm.”
I stepped out, locked my door, and dropped my keys in my purse. When I turned to face him once more, he took my hand, and I followed his lead out of my building to his waiting Harley.
Jed Barker didn’t look like a man who liked to hold hands, but I sure didn’t mind the way he liked to hold mine.
Before I gave him my purse to stow for our ride, I extracted my sunglasses and slid them on my face. He smirked, as if he appreciated what he saw, then put away my bag, mounted his bike, and held out his hand. I settled myself behind him, needing no encouragement to lean in close and cling to the man for whom my desire seemed to be growing by the minute.
Our ride was a short one. We ended up near my office, at a restaurant called The Railyard. The parking lot was nearly full, but Jed had no problem finding a place for his bike. Once inside, we only had to wait a couple minutes for a two-top out on the covered patio.
“Figured this place has a little bit of everything and would be a safe bet,” he said as we were left with our menus.
“This is perfect. Really.”
We both perused the drink options. When our server arrived, Jed ordered a beer on draft while I opted for the blood orange cosmo, hoping a little vodka might ease my nerves a bit. We’d sat across from one another before, and he wasn’t a stranger. I knew what his mouth tasted like. But the power dynamic between us at this particular table had definitely shifted.
When we were alone again, I found I couldn’t focus on dinner options—too distracted by the questions that seemed to grow louder in my head the longer I kept them inside of me.
“Can I ask you a something?” I blurted, setting aside my menu.
He lifted his blue-green eyes in search of mine. “Yup,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“How did you know? Last night, how did you know I’d been…” I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder to be sure no one was close enough to overhear me. “How did you know I’d been kidnapped?”
He put his menu down. “You ignored my last text. Didn’t sit right.”
That checked. I most certainly would have responded had I not been shoved in a trunk.
“And—Alejo. How—how did you find him?”
“Know a guy who knows a guy who can find just about anyone if given enough time.”
I frowned, not sure how to interpret that answer. It added rather than subtracted from my question count, but I’d have to circle back on that one.
“Okay. And he told you how to find me?”
Jed dipped his chin in affirmation. “We showed up at his place and he and his buddy were arguin’. My guess is it was about Borrero. Didn’t ask a lot of questions, just enough to find out what I needed to know. I left to get the cash, my brothers got your location out of him, and you were there for the rest.”
I sat up straighter, drawing in a deep breath before I decided now was as good a time as any to rip the band-aid.
“About the cash…”
“What about it, darlin’?”
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this, and—”
“Didn’t get dragged,” he interrupted.
I paused, taken aback by how unbothered he seemed.
“Okay, but it wasn’t your problem to—”
“Gorgeous,” he interrupted again, his massive frame leaning toward me as he rested his left arm on the table.
I glanced down at it and noticed the stars and stripes inked in black and gray across the length of his inner forearm, his patriotism on full display.
He continued speaking, recapturing my attention.
“Borrero is not a complete idiot. He saw me at your office. He knew if he took you, and I found out about it, we’d come for you. If I had to guess, he didn’t think we’d find you so fast. As far as I understand it, another ten minutes, you wouldn’t have been there. Where he took you next, if we followed, we would have earned ourselves a whole lot more trouble.”
I didn’t know what all of that meant. Before I could ask any follow-up questions, our server came back with our drinks. She asked if we were ready to order our dinner. Jed politely indicated we were in no rush, and she should come back.
When we were left alone, I didn’t get the chance to speak before Jed said, “Lex, did what I did so I could sit across from you now, and I’d do it again.”
He called me Lex , and my insides did that thing.
I barely recovered before he continued, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to raise a glass to your kickass performance this mornin’.”
A surprised laugh bubbled out of me as he lifted his beer.
“It was you who made my job easy. You’re a good dad, Jed.”
“Darlin’, raise your glass—it was a great fuckin’ mornin’.”
I couldn’t contain my smile as I did what I was told, tapping the rim of my glass against his. We both took a sip, and then he reached for his menu.
“She’ll be back soon enough. Guess we better figure out what we want.”
For a moment, I admired him, his attention aimed someplace other than me. He brushed aside any mention of the cash, like it was nothing. But it was the opposite of nothing. Much as I wanted to clear the air, I also wanted to follow his lead and be in the moment with him.
I was going to have to figure out another way to broach the topic.
He’d done what he did so he could sit across from me now, and that was unbelievably sweet. If I could further express my thank you by simply enjoying our night, that’s what I intended to do. It wasn’t enough, but it was something.
“Lex,” he muttered, peeking at me from beneath his thick lashes. “You want me, you got me, darlin’—but I intend to feed you, and that requires you to pick an entrée.”
I bit my lip and wondered if I might actually be blushing as I immediately reached for my menu and shifted my gaze.
He chuckled softly, and my insides jumped in delight.
If I was still experiencing him from the wrong side of a smoke screen, I hoped it never dissipated.
Our server arrived, and Jed ordered the ribeye while I got the salmon.
Unencumbered by the obligation to make any further decisions, we settled, and Jed took the lead in steering our conversation.
“You got family outside of your twin?”
“I do. My mom, my younger sister, and my sister’s daughter—she’s six.”
“Here in town?”
“Yeah. My parents moved to Gillette before Alejo and I were born. We grew up here.”
“You close?”
“We are,” I replied. Then I frowned and added, “I mean, I don’t intend to tell them about what happened. I’d rather spare them. There’s no point in worrying about it now. I’d like to think last night was a wakeup call for Alejandro, but who knows. The trouble he finds is half the reason my mom, my sister and I are so close.”
“Father out of the picture?”
“Oh, uh, essentially,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to stare into my drink.
I never liked talking about my dad. He wasn’t dead, but the hole he left in my life felt no different than if he had died. Growing up without him had been hard, and he did that to us. He took the easy way out of our problems, leaving his family to deal with them. Prison then twisted and molded him into a man I didn’t want to know.
When I realized Jed had gone quiet, I glanced over at him and found him studying me. Wishing to move on, I admitted, “He’s in prison. Armed robbery. He’s been in there most of my life. Anyway—that’s depressing. Let’s talk about your family. Do you have siblings?”
“Two brothers. One older, one younger. Older one still lives in Jackson, near my folks. Married with a couple kids. Younger lives in Utah. He’s the brainiac workin’ in software.”
“ You’re the middle child?”
It didn’t seem possible. He was the kind of man who entered a room and filled it to capacity with his masculinity and prowess. He struck me as the type who didn’t take orders from anyone. His Wild Stallions vest identified him as Wrangler, and he held the title of Enforcer . I didn’t know what that meant in the context of the club; but given his size and overall demeanor, I could wager a guess.
He flashed a crooked smile and replied, “More like the wild child or the black sheep. Got nothin’ against my blood, but we’re not close. Left home when I was eighteen and found where I belonged here.”
“You never go back?”
“Every now and again. Thanksgivin’ or Christmas if I’ve got the kids. Mom’s a little nuts, dad lets her get away with it, and it’s a bit of a circus—but I don’t want Marlowe and Axel to be strangers in their own family.”
I nodded then took a sip from my cosmo, thinking back on all I knew about him. The vest he wore wasn’t the only thing identifying him as a Stallion. He also had the club’s logo tattooed on the outer part of his right bicep—the skeletal head of a horse depicted as if made from metal, with a mane of fiery flames. I knew he considered the men who rode with him his brothers. Last night, they helped him get to me.
“Tell me about the Stallions. Did you find them when you were eighteen?”
He propped both forearms on the table and casually leaned against them. I glanced down at his right arm and the black and gray mountain-scape that wrapped around the space below his elbow. Underneath it were two, thick, solid black bands.
“No, that took a little time. I got to Gillette, accepted the first job I could find and hated it. I stuck it out, though. Put myself through trade school so I could become a mechanic. I was twenty-three when I started full-time at Stallion Motors. I was a probie a few months later, and voted in as a fully patched member a year after that.”
“So, how does it work? How do you even become a member of the club?”
“Most of us find our way to the brotherhood through the garage. Doesn’t have to be that way, but Stallions are mechanics. If the guys like someone enough, he becomes a prospect. We wear three patches on our kuttes—a prospect earns them one at a time.”
Kutte. That was a new term I was sure to stow in my memory bank.
“How long he’s a prospect is dependent on how long it takes to prove his worth and commitment to the club,” Jed continued. “If it takes longer than a year, he usually doesn’t make the cut. Otherwise, in order to get the last patch, it goes to a vote. Everyone has to agree.”
“Everyone in the club has to agree?” I asked, eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Just the ranked members. In Gillette, there are seven of us.”
Us . I glanced at his vest again.
“I’m guessing you had to earn that Enforcer patch along with all the others?”
“Yup,” he said with a dip of his chin. “Been a Stallion fifteen years. Been Enforcer for five.”
“And, um, what exactly does an enforcer do?”
Jed smiled, the expression lighting up his pretty eyes.
“Technically, I lead the charge to protect my brothers and the club’s reputation.”
I was finding all of this fascinating. He was clearing away a bit of the mystery shrouded around the club. The more I learned, the more I realized how structured the Wild Stallions were. In a way, it made sense. They ran more than one successful business. That said, I wasn’t na?ve enough to believe everything they did was above board. Especially not after last night. They were rebels acquainted with those who made up the underbelly of society.
It was my turn to set aside my drink and prop myself against my forearms atop the table as I leaned toward him.
“About the possibility of being the Stallions’ general counsel—what kind of legal services do you all require?”
“You free tomorrow night?”
I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. “Yes, I believe so. Why?”
“I’ll set somethin’ up so you can meet Bull—officially, that is.”
Bull. The man with the curly mustache. He was the president of the Wild Stallions.
That definitely checked.
“Oh. Okay, sure.”
“Alright. Enough shop talk, then. We’re on a date.”
For a second, I was floating again, and I couldn’t hold back my smile.
“Right. That we are.”
As if right on cue, our server arrived with our dinner.
The food was really good—the company was better.
Jed was laid back and fun in that flirty sort of way. When I spoke and he listened, he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. When he spoke, I got wrapped up in the stories he told.
He asked me about my journey to becoming a lawyer, and he shared his passion for building and fixing things with his hands. When he inquired what I liked to do for fun, I was embarrassed to admit work was my most consistent hobby, to which he responded, “Sounds like you need to get out more. I’ll see what I can do about that.”
I liked the sound of that, even if it was foolish to hope for it.
He talked about his favorite places to ride and the best trips he’d taken on his Harley over the years. Though, more than anything, he talked about his kids. I loved that. On paper, he was a great dad. He was a provider and a caretaker, which was noteworthy in and of itself. But the way he talked about them, in a setting that was not in my office or in response to my obligatory questions, it was heartwarming.
As the night wore on, I was beginning to fear he was too good to be true.
There had to be a catch. There always was.
“What do you say we go for a ride?” he asked after settling our bill.
Maybe he was too good to be true, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy him while it lasted.
“Sure,” I agreed as we stood.
No lie, we rode into the sunset.
He took us twenty minutes up the road to a town just big enough to turn around and ride back. Riding with him after dinner was a whole lot better than after being kidnapped. Rather than holding onto him while I battled too many emotions to properly identify, I got to hold onto him and simply relish in the thrill of the whole experience.
The rumble of his Harley’s engine, and the vibration of the machine between my legs was arousing, to say the least. Coupled with the warmth of his back, the stability of his core, and the way his long hair tickled my cheek when the wind caught it just right—it ignited a need I hadn’t felt in a while. By the time he pulled into the parking lot in front of my apartment building, I was so turned on, it took every bit of concentration for me not to completely embarrass myself.
When it was time for me to dismount, Jed held out his arm to assist me. Once I had both feet on the ground, I avoided eye contact as I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair. I found no knots, which was a relief, but I barely had a hold of myself when he handed me my purse.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
The sight of him and his tousled hair completely eradicated any attempt I made to distract my libido.
Jed didn’t respond but took hold of my hand and headed for my building. As soon as we got to my door, he stopped me, dropped my hand, grabbed my jaw between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head back, and brought his lips to meet mine.
His kiss was ravenous from the start, and it was exactly what I needed.
As he worked my mouth, his hand slid from my chin down to my neck, his fingers eventually finding their way into my hair. He grabbed a fistful as I reached up to drape my arm over his shoulder, wanting him closer. He then hooked his other arm around my waist, yanking me flush against him, and I gasped, unable to help myself.
I never wanted this kiss to end.
It was everything.
Too soon, I lost his mouth as he pressed his forehead against mine, both of us panting.
“Fuck me, I was right.”
“Right? Right about what?” I breathed.
“Those lips were meant for kissin’.”
Boldly, I skimmed my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, not ready for him to go. “Do you want to come in?”
“Gorgeous, I do that, I’ll be takin’ your clothes off. You got me half hard already.”
I knew he felt it as I sucked in a breath of excitement.
Still, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to be so impulsive.
There was no doubt I wanted him, but I didn’t want to screw it up. Not any of it.
“Um, okay, uh—I don’t know. I mean, I guess, technically, if things pan out with the club, you’d be a client, kind of. And I, um, I—I don’t know your end game here, so—”
“No games here, darlin’. Said it before. You want me, you got me. I sure as fuck want you.”
“Okay,” I said, instantly spinning around in his hold.
I couldn’t say no to that. I simply didn’t have it in me.
I fumbled with my keys, the feel of Jed at my back too distracting. When I couldn’t get it in the lock, he reached around me, took the key, and opened my door. The second we were inside, I dropped my purse to the floor, he closed us in, tossed my keys I didn’t know where, and then we were both reaching for each other.
I could have stayed just like that—both his arms around me, mine around him, his tongue in my mouth—forever. For a few blissful moments, he let me have that.
“Prefer the bed, would settle for the couch. Where we goin’, Lex?” he mumbled against my lips.
Even in the fog of my lust, I knew a man the size of Jed would likely break my couch. I didn’t even hesitate as I replied, “Bed.”
He took hold of my hips and spun me around. “Lead the way, darlin’.”
This time, it was me who grabbed hold of his hand as I led him down the short hallway that ended at the only bedroom in my unit. Like the rest of my apartment, I kept it simple. Everything was white with gold accents. My duvet was wrinkled linen wrapped around a fluffy comforter. I had a beige throw blanket I draped over one corner at the foot of the bed. I didn’t have room for a dresser, but I managed to squeeze in two nightstands—simple, mid-century style with light wood. In the corner, across from the door, I propped my gold, arched, full-length mirror. I had a tan, leather ottoman beside it, where I usually sat to put on my shoes.
We crossed the threshold, and then it was Jed tugging me, headed for the metal table lamp situated on the nearest nightstand. He switched it on, let me go, then shrugged his way out of his vest. I watched as he laid it purposefully across my circle ottoman before he redirected his attention on me.
He kissed me while he worked my jacket off of my shoulders. Once at my wrists, I flicked it onto the floor and reached for the hem of his shirt. He helped me rid his chest of the garment, grabbing a fistful between his shoulders and yanking it over his head.
My Lord —he was massive, and he was beautiful .
For a moment, all I could do was stare.
The tattoo on his left bicep started on his back. I couldn’t see where it began, but the feathers of his eagle-like wing wrapped around the front of his shoulder, the image extending down to his elbow.
His chest had no ink, just a thin layer of dark hair spread across both his pectorals. He also had a treasure trail—the hair at his belly button descending toward his hips, and disappearing in his pants. Down on his right side, just above his jeans and beside the six-pack I couldn’t miss, there was another tattoo. It was a skeleton dressed as a cowboy riding a horse as he spun a lasso over his head.
Before I had a chance to reach out and touch him, Jed was tugging my shirt out of my jeans. Then it was my turn to lift my arms as he slid my silk top right off of me. I wasn’t near as much to look at as he was, but when his large hands took hold of my sides, pulling me toward him, I got the impression he wasn’t disappointed.
He kissed me thoroughly, until I was lying across my bed, his body hovering over mine.
He dragged his lips from my mouth, down my neck, descending further still as he yanked one cup of my strapless bra from over one of my breasts. I whimpered at the sensation of his tongue on my pebbled nipple. Then he sucked me into his mouth, and I hitched both of my knees on either side of his hips as I sank my fingers in his hair.
Goodness gracious, I loved his hair—thick and soft and perfectly tug-able.
He shoved a hand beneath me, and I arched my back in response. My bra was gone a second later, and then my opposite nipple was in his mouth.
I was still fully clothed from the waist down, he wasn’t even near my sex, and yet, I was on the verge of an orgasm.
“ Jed ,” I moaned with a thrust of my hips.
He let my nipple go with a pop , then peered at me from beneath his lashes.
“You done with foreplay?”
“Are you kidding? I thought the ride was foreplay,” I replied, mostly joking but kind of serious.
He chuckled, and the grin that accompanied the sound made my sex clench.
“I like you,” he muttered, reaching for the button at my jeans.
He yanked my zipper open, and I was so turned on I didn’t understand what was happening when he stopped cold and glared down at my belly.
“Those fuckers do this to you?”
The tone of his voice was scary. So scary, I wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Then his eyes found mine, and words just fell out of my mouth.
“Oh, right. I forgot.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You forgot? Darlin’, you’re purple and blue.”
“I know. It’s only a little tender. I’m fine, I promise.”
“Which one?”
“What?” I asked with a shake of my head.
It was more than a little challenging to have this conversation with a very hot, half-naked man in front of me. Especially considering all I could really think about was what might happen after he actually took off my pants.
“Which one hit you?”
“Jed—I’m sorry, do we have to do this now?”
“Yup,” he stated shortly.
I closed my eyes, furrowing my brow in concentration as I tried to remember. “I was, um, I couldn’t see. They had a hood over my head. I was trying to fight them off. I think, I mean, I don’t know for sure—I think it was the scary one. The scary one who came to my office before.”
“Good girl.”
No sooner had I opened my eyes than one of his hands was in my thong. I was rewarded handsomely for my answer. He barely grazed my swollen clit, and I was coming.
“Yes,” I moaned, grabbing hold of his wrist as my body writhed at his command.
I was still tingling when he extracted his hand and began tugging at my jeans. He got as far as my calves before he remembered I was still in my boots. Fortunately, he knew how to remove those, too.
When I was completely naked, I sat up in order to reach for the button of his jeans. He didn’t stop me but dove into his back pocket for his wallet. I had my thumbs hooked over his waistband and into the top of his boxer briefs as he tossed his wallet onto the floor, a condom held between his fingers. I worked his clothing over his backside, then exposed his hardened length.
The sight of him made me short of breath, and I had no chance to recover.
His pants only partway down his thighs, he grabbed my chin—in that domineering way I already knew to be his—and I closed my eyes in preparation for his kiss. Except, when his lips grazed mine, he didn’t kiss me.
“Lay back, gorgeous. Spread those legs for me.”
I looked up at him and nodded as much as his hold would allow, then he let me go.
He didn’t watch me as I gathered my hair to one shoulder and stretched out across my bed—too busy removing his boots and the rest of his clothing. I had my feet on the bed, my knees spread wide, as I admired him. If he was anyone else, I might have felt shy—but he was him . Bigger than life and yet he called me gorgeous .
I wanted to be that for him—naked and open and on display.
After he rolled on the condom, he held himself in his hand as he gazed at me. I squirmed a little under his perusal, and he smirked before he lowered himself on top of me.
I pressed my hands lightly against his chest, grazing my fingertips up toward his shoulders, already panting at the mere thought of having him inside of me. His erection lay heavy between us, and I wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for.
“You okay, darlin’?”
“Mmhmm.”
His smirk stretched into a grin. “You sound like you might hyperventilate.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, my fingers finding their way into his hair.
“It’s, well, it’s been a while since I’ve found myself in this position and, I, uh, I might be a little nervous but also really excited. And, now that you mention it, maybe embarrassingly excited.”
He was still grinning, his blue-green eyes alight with the expression. “Damn, you’re cute.”
It was possible I might have been blushing. Wishing not to embarrass myself further, I lifted my head in order to steal a kiss.
In the end, I stole nothing. He gave quite generously. Then he reached down between us and swept his tip along my entrance before he eased his way into me.
I broke our kiss on a sigh, my grip in his hair tightening as if I needed further proof that this was real. Then he started to move, eradicating any doubt.
He rolled his hips just right, each return thrust deep and true. He wasn’t hard or wild, like I thought he could be—but he wasn’t soft or timid, either. He was amazing, his rock-solid body enveloping me in every way imaginable.
“Breathe, Lex,” he whispered into my mouth.
“I—” A moan spilled from my lips as he felt his way down my side and along my outer thigh. The callouses on his palms scraping against my skin gave me goosebumps. He grabbed hold of my knee, lifting my leg higher, and then thrust until I was full. “Oh, you feel so good.”
“Like to hear it, darlin’,” he replied, his eyes peering down into mine. “Still want you to breathe.”
“Trying—but—have you seen you?”
“Have you seen you? ”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before his tongue was sweeping through my mouth.
My eyes fell closed as I inhaled his exhale, my hands roaming across his shoulders and down his back. I could feel another orgasm forming. It was a whisper of a sensation, and I ached for it almost as much as I longed for the friction Jed provided to last all night.
With my other foot still planted on the bed, I used it as leverage to move my body with his. He groaned his approval, and that whisper of a sensation sang a little louder. When his hand slid back down my thigh and up my side in order to wrap his fingers around my breast, it got a little louder, still.
I gasped, throwing my head back as my core hummed with the promise of something beautiful.
“You gonna come for me, gorgeous?” he asked, grazing my nipple with his thumb.
“Yes,” I panted. Both my feet planted, our hips moving in unison, my clit grazing against his pelvis every time we connected, I was sure it would happen any moment. “Jed, oh— Jed!”
“Eyes on me, Lex.”
I obeyed instantly, wanting exactly that.
Our eyes locked, he thrust deep, and that was all it took.
I moaned unabashedly, my thighs pressing tight against his hips as I clung to him, the muscles of my sex pulsing around his length as pleasure rang through me. And I was right.
It was beautiful.
Then, while I was still enjoying my own climax, Jed got lost in his.
He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he jerked his hips harder and faster before he stilled with a grunt. He paused, thrust once more, then went still again. I knew he was spent when he pressed a wet kiss against my neck. He then shoved his arm underneath me, taking me with him as he rolled onto his back, never losing his connection with me.
Gravity had never been so kind.
My body heavy on his had me floating.
“Darlin’?” he muttered, resting both of his hands just below my back.
“Hmmm?” I hummed, still panting a little.
“Gonna let you catch your breath, then we’re doin’ that again.”
I bit my lip as I nodded my response.
“Now, give me those lips.”
Straddling his lap, I settled myself higher, taking hold of his face in order to reach him for a proper kiss. As I opened my mouth to grant him access, I didn’t bother telling him I was never going to catch my breath with a kiss as good as his.
With a man like him underneath me, who needed air anyway?