21. Jax
CHAPTER 21
Jax
S he ended up in my room, which I thought was a brilliant way to end St. Patrick’s Day.
I kissed her because it had become my favorite thing to do. I kissed her at the pub. Outside the pub. On the bench. On her way to the kitchen. So, obviously, when she was standing in my room, I went in deep.
Since Dani, all those years ago, I hadn’t had a girlfriend. I hadn’t been with a woman with whom I was at ease. I had affairs; that was the only way to describe them. I didn’t show off my woman, hold her hand, or kiss her in public. PDA wasn’t my jam, or so I thought.
But before I could undress Dee, get her in my bed, and get inside her, she took a step away.
Her red hair and flushed skin were a stark combination against the deep green of the dress—a color that clung to her curves and made her look like something straight out of a fairy tale. A fierce, untouchable fairy tale, and my hands itched to untie that bow on her waist.
“What?” I asked.
Her eyes were bright, and she licked her lips. She put her hands on my chest, and just like that, she sank to her knees.
“I did promise you a blow job,” she murmured as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.
I stroked her hair, watching her tug my pants and boxers down. I groaned when my erection sprang free, and she brushed her lips against me. She wrapped a hand around the base and licked me. Her eyes flitted up to look into mine, rubbing my cock with her mouth, sucking the sensitive head.
“Fuck.”
There was something about the classy and elegant, prickly-as-hell Dee on her knees, sucking me off. I wasn’t the kind of man who liked to dominate women—I liked an equal partner when it came to sex. Give and receive was my mantra , but seeing her as submissive felt decadent.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, not to direct but to have something to hold on to. Her mouth was wet, hot, and hungry. God, but she was amazing at this. She gave good suction, used her tongue like a fucking magic wand, and her hands knew when to cup my balls when to stroke me.
“It feels so good, Dee.”
She hummed in response, and I felt it all the way at the base of my spine. She squeezed my balls, and that’s when I felt myself against the back of her throat. She gagged and struggled, and I wanted to ask her to stop, but when she looked at me, there was victory in her eyes. She wanted to control me. I’d let her.
“Keep your eyes on me, beautiful,” I demanded, my voice hoarse as I tried to hold off my release. I didn’t want this to be over too soon.
Her gaze remained plastered on me.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I told her. “I want your pussy.”
She pulled away, her lips pouty and red, wet and wild.
I helped her stand, and then because I’d been waiting all feckin’ night, I unwrapped her, my gift, my reward, my…yeah, everything. If I told her now, as I ached to, that I loved her, she’d freeze up. How I already knew her so well, I didn’t know, but I guessed it had something to do with what people called soulmates. When you met yours, you just knew.
The dress pooled at her bare feet. She wore a beige-colored lacy confection underneath. I flicked the clasps of her bra—this time front-loaded, and as they fell apart, I cupped her breasts. She moaned but didn’t look away from me. This had become how we had sex, gazing at each other, seeing what each one of us felt, what we did to one another.
I touched my lips to hers and then followed the curve of her neck as I yanked and pulled at her nipples. She liked that. It made her wet. When I suckled and used my teeth, she moaned and cried out. I knew her body. I knew what she wanted. And she knew how to bring me to the point of violence if I didn’t get inside her and blow a nut.
Soulmates!
I pressed a hand to her stomach and pushed her until she hit the mattress. She fell, her ass on the edge.
“Perfect.”
I pulled her panties down and just looked at her pussy.
I liked sex. I liked women. I appreciated a naked body. But I never stared down a woman’s core. I mean, that shit was weird. But not with Dee. I wanted to see everything and feel everything she had to offer.
“You gonna just look at me, Yank, or are you going to show me if you can bring me to the brink faster than I did you?”
I grinned. I loved this about being with Dee. It wasn’t always so fucking serious like it used to be with Dani. No, it was frisky. There was love and affection but also a whole hell of a lot of play.
“Darlin’ Dee, now why would you want to come in a minute, yeah? I thought you liked to prolong these things.”
I kissed her bare pussy.
“One minute? Someone’s being cocky.” Her breath caught right after she spoke because I slipped two fingers inside her.
“Count the seconds, darlin’,” I instructed.
“One,” she lazily said and pretended to yawn. “Two.”
She got to ten before she began to buck against my hand, her clit being suckled in my mouth. After she orgasmed, I hauled her onto the bed and got rid of my clothes as she came down from her high.
“Now, Dee, I won.”
She opened one eye. “Did you count?”
“Oh, yeah, I did. You came in forty-five seconds.”
“How do you know I didn’t fake it?”
I flipped her onto her stomach as she struggled, laughing. I slapped a butt cheek, and she stilled. I wondered if I went too far but spanked her again when she wiggled her lush ass.
“You got a thing for spankings?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Should we find out?”
“Aye.”
So, we did. I had done some light spanking, but I didn’t enjoy hurting anyone, even for pleasure. After a few well-placed slaps that made her cheeks pink, I raised her ass so she went on her knees.
“Hang on to that headboard, darlin’,” I drawled.
She looked back at me and rolled her eyes. I slapped her ass gently. She bit her lower lip and grinned widely.
I put on a condom, and thrust inside her. Immediately, I felt the sense of homecoming I’d come to expect with Dee. We didn’t rush. We didn’t push. It was gentle and yet hard and deep. As I began to feel my release coming, I rubbed circles between her legs. I felt her tighten around me.
“Jax, I’m….”
“I know, baby, I can feel you. Give it to me, Dee.”
Her release came slowly, languidly, and as she squeezed my cock, I gave into my pleasure as well. With no one, had I felt this right, this perfect, this safe.
I was in love with Dee Gallagher, and I needed to figure out how the hell to make our two disparate worlds and lives work together so we could be…well, together for the rest of our lives.