Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
SWITCH
Bella’s got her arms wrapped around me, her body pressed tight against my back, and I’m barely holding my shit together.
The roar of my bike usually clears my head, but not tonight.
Not with her scent clinging to my skin. Not with the way her fingers are gripping my cut like she needs me. Like she’s already fucking mine .
I’m riding too fast. I know it. But I don’t care .
I need to get home. Now.
I weave through the empty streets, taking the sharp turns a little too hard, my pulse hammering, my body wound so tight it’s about to snap. She shifts slightly behind me, pressing closer, and fuck—I almost pull over right here, right now.
I grip the handlebars tighter, trying to stay focused, trying not to lose it completely.
Her hands slide up, fingers curling over my chest, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I groan under my breath, my jaw clenched.
She has no fucking clue .
The second I get her inside, I’m wrecking her.
I take the last turn hard, tires skidding slightly against the pavement as I pull into my driveway.
I kill the engine, and before she can even think about getting off on her own, I’m reaching back, gripping her thigh, and pulling her off the bike myself.
She stumbles slightly, and I catch her, hands firm on her waist.
Bella tilts her head up at me, breathless, eyes dark with something that makes my blood fucking burn .
I don’t give her a chance to say anything.
I grab her hand, drag her toward the house, and slam the door shut behind us.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Her lips part, like she’s about to argue, but one look at me and she knows—this isn’t a request.
She takes a step back, eyes locked onto mine, teasing, testing, before turning on her heel and heading down the hallway to my room.
I don’t wait. I follow, every muscle in my body strung tight, my fists clenched, my control slipping with every damn step. By the time we make it to the bedroom, I’m fucking done for .
Bella’s eyes gleam with mischief as she takes a step closer, pushing me backward until I land on the edge of the bed.
I barely have time to process what’s happening before she reaches for the bottom of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Fuck.
She’s standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, her skin glowing under the dim bedroom light, her curves on full display.
I grip the edge of the bed, my fingers twitching with the need to grab her, to drag her down onto my lap and take what I’ve been craving all damn night.
But she’s got other plans. She straddles me, her hands planted firmly on my shoulders as she rolls her hips, slow and teasing, right over my lap.
Jesus fucking Christ.
A low growl rumbles from my chest, my hands aching to touch, to grip, to claim—but she shakes her head, smirking.
Not yet.
She leans in, her breath hot against my ear. "Let me have my fun.”
I groan, my head tilting back as she starts moving, rolling her hips in that slow, torturous rhythm.
Fuck.
She’s not playing fair.
Her hands slide down my chest, fingers tracing over my cut before slipping lower, palming me through my jeans.
I clench my jaw, my hands gripping the sheets instead of her, every muscle in my body locked up tight as I fight the urge to flip her over and show her exactly who she’s teasing.
She grins, wicked and knowing, as she reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it drop between us.
My hands snap up, grabbing her waist as I lean forward, my mouth crashing against her bare skin, sucking, biting, marking.
She moans, grinding harder, and fuck, I’m not going to last.
“Bella,” I growl against her skin, my control hanging by a thread.
She laughs softly, breathlessly, pushing me back down against the bed. “Not yet, baby. I’m just getting started.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Bella is killing me.
She moves against me, slow and deliberate, dragging her hips over my lap, teasing me with every roll of her body. My hands twitch against her waist, desperate to grip, to take control, but she’s not having it.
Not yet.
She leans in close, her lips brushing against my jaw, her breath hot against my skin. “You like watching me, don’t you?” she purrs, rolling her hips again, pressing just right.
I groan, my grip tightening on her waist. “You know I do, baby. But you keep pushing, and I’m going to lose my fucking patience.”
She smirks, dragging her nails down my chest, over my abs, down to where my belt is still holding me back from giving her what she’s asking for.
Her fingers work the buckle loose, slow and teasing, her eyes locked onto mine. Testing me.
I don’t blink.
I don’t move.
I just watch, every muscle in my body coiled tight, barely holding back from flipping her over and taking what I need.
But she’s not done playing.
She pushes my jeans down enough to free me, wrapping her fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly and torturously as she keeps grinding against me.
I snap.
Gripping her hips tight, I flip us in one motion, pinning her beneath me.
She gasps, a breathless laugh slipping past her lips. “Guess I pushed too far, huh?”
I press my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You fucking love pushing me.”
Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my back. “I love what happens when you finally break.”
Jesus Christ.
I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head, dragging my mouth down her neck, biting, licking, sucking.
“You had your turn, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “Now it’s mine.”
She moans as I trail kisses lower, marking every inch of her.
Then I slide my hand between us, teasing her, making her beg for what she started.
Because if she wants to play, she better be ready to lose.
Bella squirms beneath me, breath hitching as my fingers slide lower, teasing, testing.
She’s already drenched, body arching into mine like she’s desperate, but I’m not giving her what she wants—not yet.
“You had your fun,” I murmur against her throat, kissing, biting, claiming. “Now it’s my turn.”
She gasps when I press my fingers against her, rubbing slowly, barely giving her enough friction. She tries to grind against my hand, but I tighten my grip on her wrists, keeping her pinned.
“Jax—”
“Nah, baby. You made me wait all fucking night. Now it’s your turn.”
She whimpers, her eyes wild with need, her body writhing against me.
Fuck, she’s beautiful like this.
I rip her panties off of her, leaving red marks on her hips, then slide my fingers inside her, curling just right, watching as she falls apart beneath me. Her lips part, a desperate moan slipping out, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“You’re mine, Bella,” I growl, kissing her hard, swallowing every sound she makes. “Say it.”
Her breath stutters, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge.
“I’m yours,” she gasps, arching up against me, fingers curling into the sheets.
“Damn right you are,” I growl. I pull my fingers from her, jump up and lose my jeans and shirt as quickly as possible. As fast as I was gone, I’m back, gripping her thighs, spreading her wide beneath me.
I don’t wait.
I don’t hesitate.
I slide inside her in one slow, deep thrust, groaning as her body clenches around me.
“Fuck, baby—”
She cries out, her nails digging into my back, legs locking tight around me.
I start moving, slow at first, making her feel every inch, every stroke.
She’s breathless, gripping me, her head thrown back, her body tightening, chasing the high she’s so close to reaching.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, picking up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper. “Like you were made for me.”
She gasps, nails dragging down my back.
“Jax—”
“I got you, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “I got you.”
Her body tightens, legs trembling, eyes locking onto mine as she tumbles over the edge. Fuck, she’s perfect. I don’t last long after that. I bury myself deep, groaning as I follow her, coming hard, claiming every inch of her.
For a moment, neither of us move, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged. Then I press a kiss to her temple, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her thigh. She sighs, content, her body melting against mine.