30. Dee

CHAPTER 30

Dee

“G et naked, Dee, now.” Jax took me to what had become our room after the pub meeting.

“I have to work and?—”

“Naked! Now!” He began to undress me, and I felt giddy with joy. This man wanted me. He wanted me so much that he couldn’t wait until later in the night to have me. No one had ever wanted me like that—and the truth was that after seeing him handle that meeting, I was pretty hot and bothered myself.

He threw me on the bed, and I scrambled up, making room for him, wanting him on top of me, skin to skin.

“I’m so hard it fucking hurts, darlin’.” He removed his shirt and kicked off his jeans and boxers.

I had claimed him, hadn’t I, in front of God and everyone in Ballybeg, and this was my reward. My man wanted me to the point of pain.

I held my arms open, but he buried his face between my legs. He slid his tongue on my clit, a long, single swipe that made me bow my back, wanting more of the friction, the contact.

“More,” I mumbled, barely coherent.

He raised his head and licked his lips. “You taste fucking perfect.”

He flipped me on my side and lay opposite me. His erection jutted against my lips, and I immediately sucked the head. He thrust his hips so he was inside my mouth, and it was deliriously perfect. I sucked him as he tasted me, dipping his tongue inside me again and again.

It felt dirty, raw, and, as he said, perfect .

He suckled my clit, and I got distracted.

“Keep sucking me off, baby, or I won’t let you come,” he growled.

Any other time I’d have called him a cocky little shite, but not right now, not when I was dying to have an orgasm.

I bobbed my head, taking him in, letting him gag me when he hit the back of my throat. My mouth was so full of him that I felt faint.

I created friction with my tongue, and his groans of pleasure egged me on.

I began to pulse when he put two fingers inside of me—I moaned with him inside my mouth. While I came down from my high, he pulled away and mounted me.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he explained and entered me.

Everything went golden. My release pulsed long and hard, making me quake while he pounded into me like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He pulled out, shaking.

“What?”

“I forgot the condom.”

We both froze for a long moment.

I was thirty years old, and I wanted a baby, didn’t I? But it was too soon, and besides, I was protected.

“Come back inside,” I said softly, looking at him and letting him see what I was offering.

He smiled. “Yeah? You want me to come inside you?”

I licked my lips and tasted him. “Yes, I’m on birth control,” I whispered.

He slid into me languidly, just stroking himself in and out, his eyes hot on mine. “Someday, Wild Cat, I’m going to want more….”

His erection swelled inside me, and I could see the idea of making me pregnant excited him. Well, it made me wet as well. What was happening to me? I hadn’t known this man for a long time but here I was on board with making a baby with him.

But he’s your man, Dee. And you’re his woman.

I lifted my hips to feel him fill me. “Come in me, Jax.”

He lost it then. I saw control escape him, and he became feral. It was exciting to see a man as easy-going and laid back as Jax become animalistic, become almost unhinged with desire. This didn’t happen to normal people, did it? This kind of wanting wasn’t normal, was it?

“Jax,” I whimpered as he began to slam inside me, so I felt him deep.

“Yes, baby. I’m with you. Give it to me again. Come again for me.”

As if he controlled me, pulling the strings like a puppet master while I moved to his rhythm, powerless to resist—I felt my release, and he followed soon after.

I’d had sex before; this hadn’t been that—this had been a mating, a bonding. This was what trusting someone body and soul felt like.

“I love you,” I whispered, wrapping myself around him, feeling the kind of certainty I’d never felt before.

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