35. Thirty-Five
THIRTY-FIVE
H arley
Jax wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling both of us beneath the spray of water. He stripped the bed down before we got into the shower. I must have cut deeper than I thought from how much blood covered the comforter and the pillows.
I stare down at the drain, watching as the water goes from being tinged pink to clear right before my eyes. Relaxing into him, I rest my head on his arm. The feel of his hard body against mine is something I’ll never grow tired of.
“Are we going to talk about that little stunt you pulled?” he asks, his lips brushing my shoulder with every word.
I shift in his arms and admit, “I don’t regret it.”
“That’s not what I asked,” he says, smiling against my skin.
“Would you have agreed if I had brought it up before?” I ask softly.
Jax tightens his hold on me, brushing the hard length of his erection across my lower back. “No,” he murmurs sheepishly.
Rolling my lower lip between my teeth, I ask, “Are you mad that I did it?”
I feel his lips curve up again. “Not even a little.”
Turning in his arms, I hold his face in my hands. His eyes meet mine, taking my breath away as I stare at the white ring that circles his dark brown iris. It’s so different from what I’ve come to know.
Jax dips his head, bringing his lips to mine in a soft and slow kiss. Parting my lips, I sigh into his mouth. His tongue strokes mine, fanning the flames of the fire he ignites within my soul.
He backs me up against the wall. His lips never leave mine as he bends at the knees and lifts me by gripping the backs of my thighs. My back meets the chilled tile when he pins me against it.
The feel of him between my legs makes my head spin. He breaks the kiss, only to move his mouth down the length of my neck. Digging my nails into his back, I drop my head to the side and grant him better access.
“More,” I breathe, grinding against his hard length. “More, Zayden. I need more.”
“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he says into my skin.
I hear the muffled sound of foil ripping moments before I feel the tip of his dick pressing at my entrance. The intrusion is more uncomfortable at this angle than it was the first time, but the pleasure outweighs the pain as he stretches me with every hard inch of him. He stops for half a breath once he’s completely buried inside of me.
With a low groan, he starts to move. Pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm. His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough that there’s no doubt in my mind he’ll leave bruises. And when I scrape my nails down his back, the growl that vibrates through his body has my core tightening with need.
“Rub that needy little clit for me, doe eyes,” he demands with a nip to my ear lobe. “I want to feel this tight cunt try and suck the soul from my body.”
I do as he says, sliding my hand between our legs and stroking my clit the way he always does. He brings his mouth back to mine, licking a path across my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth.
With each glide of his tongue around mine, I circle my clit. My orgasm slams into me so hard, I can’t stop the scream from climbing up my throat.
Jax smiles against my lips. “That’s what I want to hear.”
His hand replaces mine between us, ensuring that another orgasm follows the first. My entire body shakes, and if it weren’t for him holding me up, I’d crumble to the shower floor.
“I love the sounds you make when you come for me, pretty girl,” he breathes out. “Give me one more.”
“Zayden,” I choke out. “I don’t…I can’t.”
“Yeah you can,” he says, his thumb moving in a slow circle.
My eyes roll back into my head. All I can feel is his lips, teeth, hands, and every pump of his hips. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. The build is slow enough to have my entire body going limp just before I feel that pressure between my legs.
“I’m right there,” I whimper, rolling my head against the tile.
“That’s right, doe eyes,” he groans into the curve of my neck.
Together, we fall. My inner walls clench around him as he pulses inside of me. His growl follows the scream that crawls up my throat and echoes off the tile.
Jax’s breath caresses my skin with every staggering exhale that leaves his lungs. I feel his hand drag up my side before he brings it to my face. Gently, he cups my jaw, his thumb skating across my skin in slow strokes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Harley Thomas,” Jax murmurs breathlessly.
He pulls out of me and directs me back beneath the stream of water. After we’ve dried off and remade the bed, I lay on his chest as his words play on an endless loop in my mind. I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of dread that he just might be right.
Throwing the door open to Alicia’s car, I grab my bag and get to my feet. Alicia locks her car once her door swings shut. She parked right in front of the steps up to the mansion, making the walk minimal.
“Alright, we need to be smart about this,” Alicia tells me.
“We don’t need to be anything. If I try to keep it from him, he’s going to lose his mind over it later,” I explain under my breath.
After leaving campus, Alicia had realized that an unmarked black SUV was following us. It took me all of three seconds to determine that my father was having me followed. It felt like a lead weight settled itself in my stomach. Alicia managed to lose them on the way here by driving like a total maniac and taking the long way back.
“Harley, if you approach Jax and say, ‘Hey, hockey jockey. I discovered today that someone’s following me. Pretty sure it’s my father’s doing.’, Jax will lose his shit. He will likely storm your parent’s home tonight and kill them without a second thought. They’re already on his shit list,” she hisses through her teeth as she pushes open the front door.
“Yeah, and if I try to hide it from him, I’ll be the one on his shit list!” I snap at her.
“Oh, honey,” she says, a laugh bubbling up her throat. “You ending up on his shit list is literally impossible. You could probably wreck his bike and all he’d care about is how many bones you broke in the process.”
“Don’t ever put that into the universe!” I shout in a hushed tone.
Alicia drops her bag on the bench and shoots a grin at me over her shoulder. “Are you scared of what might happen if you ask him to drive his bike?”
I open and close my mouth, not entirely sure how to answer her question. Just then, we hear the indistinguishable sound of a confetti cannon deploying. Alicia’s eyes grow wide, and without a doubt, mine do too.
“Glitter bomb,” she whispers under her breath.
“Harley!” Jax yells from upstairs.
“I think I’m on the shit list now,” I squeak.
His loud footsteps come closer and closer to the stairs as I wait for my imminent death. This is it. This is the prank that broke the playful war we’ve been enjoying. I’ve gone too far.
Neither Alicia nor I can hold back our laughter the second he comes into view at the top of the stairs. Pink glitter clings to every inch of Jax starting at his shoulders and fading into his hair. His dark eyes are a stark contrast to the glitter. He descends the stairs, not stopping until he reaches the last step.
“A glitter bomb?” he says in a calm voice.
“I…um, yes?” I breathe out.
He steps from the last stair, his eyes locked on me. Alicia moves to the opposite wall, watching with an excited gleam in her eye. Jax closes the distance between us with slow calculated steps. I tilt my head up, holding his stare the entire time.
“You’re gonna pay for this one, doe eyes,” he murmurs.
“You’ve said that before,” I tell him.
“I mean it.”
He follows his statement by shaking his hair out above me. Glitter rains down onto my own face and hair. I laugh, shoving him back with my body.
“Stop that!” I squeal.
“Not a chance, Davidson,” he growls. “I just had a glitter bomb go off from my nightstand. Pink glitter is going to be a permanent accessory in my room.”
I move past him, taking the stairs two at a time as I run to his room. Stopping just outside the door, I gawk at the damage left behind. The drawer to Jax’s nightstand is pulled open. The glitter radius is interrupted by where he was standing and his retreating footsteps. Lifting my hand to my mouth, I attempt to muffle my laughter.
I feel Jax press up against my back. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “You are in so much trouble.”
Grinning, I reply, “You’ve said that before.”