Chapter 44
FORTY-FOUR
KYRA
Jinx's meeting went for three hours. As impatient as I am to have some alone time with the guy, I can't say it was a problem.
As I told him, I had things I needed to do.
I fold his laptop closed with a sigh and a strange sense of relief, as though a weight has been lifted. I'd initially intended to keep my content live for a trickle of income, but now that I've opened up the possibility of a future with Jinx, it felt right to let my page go.
I left a post for my subscribers explaining that I'd started a new chapter in my life, paused payments, and closed the page to new sign-ups.
Checked my bank balance to reassure myself I have enough left to tide me over until I figure out what's next, and then ordered myself my dream four-poster bed to replace the one the furniture company couldn't supply as a reward for doing the hard stuff.
I don't even know how long it'll be until I get to use the damn thing, given the shadow over Temperance from the Devil's Breed. But I'm already fantasizing about what I can do to Jinx with those handy, solid-wood posts.
A girl has to have ambition.
Dad's swipe at me when he arrived this morning still burns a flame in my curiosity, so I keen my hearing for signs the men are finished, and then lift my phone when I find none.
I open my thread to Mom.
I decided it was worth the fight.
She doesn't see it straight away, a solid five minutes passing before her avatar slides into place to say that she's opened the message.
So did I.
She sends a photo of her suitcase, presumably packed and sitting next to the bed. The hell? She wouldn't leave Dad. Surely not.
Explain.
I booked the surgery. Your father's taking me in tomorrow.
He even booked time off work. Only a few days when I get home, but he BOOKED TIME OFF.
I laugh, filled with equal parts joy that she's putting herself first under the recommendation of the new specialist and sadness that I'm no longer there to help her.
Do you think he'd let me back to help you with recovery?
One miracle at a time, okay? Spend some time with your man. I'd rather know you were there where he can keep you safe than alone in your house.
I can't stop the tear that tracks my cheek, thumb stroking the side of my phone as I re-read her words. She may not have stood up for me as much as she could have in the early years, but I'm glad she's there for me now.
"Who do I need to have a word with now?"
I glance up and smile, wiping away my tear. "No one. It's good. I promise."
"Better be." Jinx stalks into the room before swearing under his breath and turning back to close the door. "Force of habit."
I laugh again, not sure how much happiness I can take in one day before I crack.
"You better not be laughing soon," he teases, stripping off his cut. "I need to head out for a bit, but I negotiated time with you first."
“Did you really?” I set my phone aside on the nightstand and then lean back on my elbows.
"I did." Jinx crawls atop the bed, prowling over me.
"What was the trade-off?" I tug at his T-shirt, urging him to take it off.
"Nothing special," he says, nuzzling at my neck. "Told Chaos I've covered his ass enough times when he's been caught up in Vanessa, I figured it was high time he returned the favor."
"Sounds fair to me." I tip my head back and sigh as his lips make a path to my ear.
"Fuck you smell good," he rumbles against my neck. "Been driving me wild since you came back."
"You know what's even better on me?" I ask.
He rears back to look me in the eye.
"You."
Jinx growls, moving down my body to grasp the waist of my leggings, stripping them as he goes.
He's a whole new man since his confidence returned. Assertive, playful… happier.
I guess I found what he was missing.
I shimmy my hips to help him get my clothes off, skin heating at the promise of what's to come when he strips naked at the foot of the bed.
I didn't lie to Jinx: I would have been happy to have him even if he hadn't seen the doctor.
But this definitely makes things better, if not for what he can do physically, but for having him fully present with me.
Out of his head and focused on us. Only us.
His rough palms skate down the outside of my thighs, kisses raining down on my legs as he makes his way from my ankles to my thighs, and then…
there. Yes. Exactly where I want him. I look down my body to the man, a buzz starting anew in my core when our eyes connect.
Jinx nuzzles his nose against my sex, blowing his warm breath over my sensitive flesh.
After years of playing with myself on camera, I know what I like. But to have him help me discover more? There’s no better feeling.
His tongue lathes a path through the center of me, my nerves firing with each stroke of the muscle. I throw my head back and sigh, fists clutching at the bedding. I'd almost forgotten how amazing it feels to have somebody else work me. To give control over to another.
"I think this might be my new favorite smell," Jinx murmurs against my pussy before taking another long lick. "Made by you," he adds. "Just for me."
My fingers thread through his wavy hair, and I grab a fistful, directing him back to where I want him. He teases and probes with his tongue, bringing me to the edge before pulling free and slapping his large palm across my needy cunt.
A whimper jumps out of my throat, my hips bucking with the dual sensation of pain and pleasure.
I've barely regained my bearings when Jinx grabs me by the hips and flips me over as though I weigh nothing, tossing me to my stomach.
His massive hands take hold of my ass, and he spreads me wide, diving in to taste me one more time.
I arch my back, press up towards him, but he moves away, crawling over my body to position his rock-hard cock between my ass cheeks.
"You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to exploring all of you," he says, pressing his hard body against the length of mine. "But today, I just want to feel you as close to me as I can get."
"Please," is all I manage, grasping his forearm beside my face.
He rocks back and forth, letting me feel the size of him, before pulling away to kneel between my legs. Those firm hands find my butt again, spreading one side wider to then guide his cock between. I groan as Jinx teases, dragging the firm head through my arousal to spread it around.
"Here," he orders, grabbing one of my hands to put it where his was. "Hold yourself open for me."
I do as he asks, oddly aroused at putting myself on display like this. Pushing my ass higher, I curve my back and give him the best view possible.
"Fuck, Kyra." He drags his thumb from my clit to my ass. "Every inch of you is perfection."
I flex my inner muscles, pushing a little more arousal out.
His resulting groan has my nipples bead impossibly tight.
The head of his cock nudges at my opening, and I suck in a sharp breath, teetering on the edge of bliss. Just a little more. My clit throbs with each second that passes, Jinx running a lazy hand up and down my spine.
"Of all the things I've seen lately," he says, alluding to my content. "This is my favorite sight."
"I'm glad I could keep it special just for you." The thought pops into my mind: what if we recorded our own content, just for us? Fuck that'd be hot. I save that for a later conversation and rock back against him. "You'd better not keep everyone waiting too long."
"As if you care about them," he says with a light chuckle.
"You're right," I sass. "I don't. I just want you to fuck me already."
He thrusts inside, and I spasm, adjusting to his size while he settles himself atop me. Lips to my ear, he murmurs, "There ain't no fucking here, Kyra. Only making love."
I float on a cloud of sheer ecstasy as he languidly pulls out and then pushes even deeper with the second stroke. His chest molds to my back, his stomach pressed hard to my butt, meaning I can feel every flex of his abs as he pivots his hips.
By the time his pace increases, Jinx's arm is crushed beneath my chest, his palm to my throat, and my pussy makes wholly indecent sounds as he keeps me on the precipice. We're as close as two people can be, and I love every second of it.
"You feel that?" he rasps as his cock nudges at my G-spot. "This is how it feels to be right where you're supposed to be, Kyra." He rears back, taking me with him so that I sit astride his thighs, his hand still pressed against my throat. “With me.”
I cry out when his other hand finds my pussy, fingers rubbing my clit.
"I have always been yours." He thrusts hard into me, stealing my next breath. "But you’ve always been mine, too, haven’t you?” And again.
Jinx bounces me atop his hips, drawing me down with the hand at my throat on each thrust upward.
Maybe it's sex brain talking, but why the hell did I doubt this? I love him. I've loved him for a long fucking time. There's no way in hell I'd go through everything I did if I didn’t.
I reach behind me to wrap my hand around the back of his head, resting my cheek against his. “I love you, Matthew.”
He pauses, stilling his hips to pull my face around, plunging his tongue into my mouth for the kind of kiss that claims a woman. That says you're mine to cherish and protect.
I pull away, sliding myself off of him to turn around and straddle him face-to-face, resuming the kiss as I slide down on his rigid length. Jinx groans, gripping my ass tight in his hands as I rock my hips, his cock buried as deep as I can get.
"There's no doubt I love you just as much," he says, staring into my eyes as I draw circles with my hips. "Maybe a little more."
"Impossible," I tease, lifting myself to drop back down. "I saw you first."
"That you know of." He takes control, lifting me to quicken the pace.
"We'll agree to disagree," I say, breathless.
He dips his head to kiss my breast, teasing my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
I clutch him to me, sure we'll be doing this again before the day is through. Even if he does have to leave me for a while to take care of business.
If the law can't keep us apart, nothing will.
And as he drives us to the point of climax, staring into my eyes with those honey-gold irises, I know I made the right choice.
And I'd choose him again in any lifetime.
Because he gets me.
And I get him.
Finally.