Page 86 of His Secret Obsession
An overwhelming, gut-wrenching guilt settles on my shoulders and I feel myself begin to shrink. This is all my fault.
“I’m so sorry.” My voice breaks, my breath catching on a sob as a trail of wet tears cascades down my cheeks. His eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. Warmth spreads down my chest, and I try to look away, but I’m stopped when his other hand reaches up. He holds my face in place, bringing his forehead to mine.
“No,” he says. His nostrils flare as he speaks, his tone firm and vehement. “No, I didn’t say any of that because I think it’s your fault. Don’t you dare blame yourself. I’m the one who walked away. Regardless of my motivations, it was me. If anybody is taking the blame for how things turned out, it’s me. Do you understand me?”
I sniffle. “If you won’t let me feel bad about it, then you can’t either. You were trying to do the right thing, and…” I hiccup. “It’s not your fault.” The tears don’t stop though.
Suddenly, Jax’s hands are grabbing my hips and dragging me towards him to straddle his waist. I latch onto his shoulders, yelping as he settles me where he wants me.
“This is probably a bad idea—” I begin.
His firm hands only pull me back down when I try to wiggle off.
“Hush, and let me hold you while you cry,” he murmurs.
Then his face is buried in the crook of my neck, his hands wrapping around my lower back. I relax in his embrace, savoring that feeling of camaraderie and safety I always get in his arms. It feels like a silentI got you.He takes several deep inhales, muttering something about missing my scent. His body shudders once.
As I tighten my arms around him, it becomes too much. The missing him. Not being able to talk to him, touch him, or even know how he’s doing. My heart feels like it’s about to break all over again, knowing that this doesn’t change anything.
It’s not going to make Luke okay with this, and I can’t ask him to pick me over his own brother.
“I miss you.” I blurt the words without thinking, but I don’t regret them. Jax has always accepted every vulnerable part of me. When he pulls back, his smile is a soft, almost timid stretch of his lips that make him look younger than his thirty-four years. He takes in a steadying breath, and when his fingers thread through the hair at the back of my head, I think I feel a slight tremble.
“Being away from you has been…torture.” His raspy, guttural words have fresh tears sliding down my face, but his thumbs are there to brush them away. “I can’t even put into words how fucking sorry I am that I didn’t fight harder for you that day.”
“Shh, it’s okay, Jax. I understand, and I don’t hold a grudge against you for it.”
“But you’re worth fighting for, baby. Sitting in that house without your smiles, your laughter…fuck, it felt empty.” He grabs my hand, guiding my palm over his heart. “But if you can forgive me for being an ignorant, cowardly asshole then this belongs to you.”
My heart flutters in my chest, every beat feeling lighter with the hope coursing through me. “But what about Luke?”
He gives me a rueful smile. “I think I may have convinced him to come around…with a little persuasion.” His smile falters. “I know I probably don’t deserve another chance, but I’ll do or be whatever you need for me toearnone.”
I stare at him, at this considerate man who puts everybody’s needs above his own. And he thinks there is a chance I wouldn’t want him?
“You want someone to hold you at night?” He thumps his palm against his chest. “You get a flat on the side of the road? I’m right there, baby.” I give him a watery smile. “You need a pair of strong arms to come home to after a rough day?” His arms squeeze around me, his muscles flexing. “Mine are more than capable. Just let me back in, please.”
This man.
“I love you too, Jax, but you don’t have to grovel for another chance. You are the only person who has ever seen me, and I think I’ve wanted you for far longer than I should have. Longer than I’ve wanted to admit to myself. And I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”
My mind is still reeling, filled with questions. I’m not sure how he could have possibly convinced Luke to come around, and I don’t care enough to ask right now.
I lean in toward him, my lips brushing over his. He gasps against my mouth, something between a growl and a half-broken, ragged sob rumbling from his chest. Then his lips are crashing over mine. Our teeth clash together as we devour eachother, his lips dominating mine. My hands glide down his chest, while his slip under my shirt. The warmth of his skin on mine makes me moan. He pulls away, nipping at my bottom lip before he goes.
“Thank fuck,” he pants. “You won’t regret this. I’ll make sure you’re always happy—”
I cut him off with my lips, my tongue flicking against the seam of his mouth. Our tongues clash, and I moan. His hands push my hips down until my pussy is grinding over the bulge in his jeans. I break apart from our kiss.
“I missed this big cock pressed up against me.” I mutter the filthy words into his ear, my teeth tugging on the lobe.
He groans, bucking his hips against me. “The last time I had you here, we were interrupted.”
“Hmm.” I smirk. “I remember.”
“Let’s pick up where we left off. Grind that pretty pussy until you’re coming, baby.” His words send a bolt of heat through me, my breaths stuttering as my panties grow slick. I do exactly as he says. With his hands on my hips helping me gyrate, I grind over his hard shaft until my pussy clenches with a toe-curling orgasm.
Then we’re speeding back to his house, his impatient little moans making me hot again as I reach over and tease the erection through the denim of his jeans. We’re barely inside the door before our clothes come flying off, our first round of sex so rough it’s feral. I’m scratching down his back, nearly screaming in his ear as he tells me I’m his and my pussy will never come for anyone but him. Before I have time to come down from my high, his cock is already hard again as he slowly pumps in and out of me. He cradles me like I’m precious, whispering sweet words of affection until I’m crying again.
