Jax groans and quickly pulls his shirt that I’m wearing up, then breaks the kiss, taking it off, freeing my breasts.
“Fuck,” he mutters taking me in before leaning down and takes a nipple in his mouth sucking it causing me to arch my back in pleasure before he goes to the other giving it the same treatment causing my clit to throb, my breathing to pick up.
He teases me, riles me up and I squirm against him, and I beg, “Please, please,” needing penetration, needing him, and I feel his lips lift into a smirk against my breast before he moves down gently kissing between my breasts but he freezes for a moment and I swallow hard knowing what he’s seen, though I don’t look down to gauge his reaction not knowing if I allowed someone else to do it that will most likely piss him off or because I got his legal name on my skin.
“We’ll discuss what fucker I’m killing later for tattooing my body, cupcake,” he mutters, and I smirk and look down at him with a raised brow.
He narrows his eyes before continuing his path down my body, his lips gently caressing my stomach, and he asks, “Do you know the sex?”
I swallow hard as he looks up at me again before I admit, “No, it didn’t feel right finding out without you…”
He nods and mumbles, “Tomorrow, we’ll find out tomorrow,” and my heart melts before he continues his path down my body.
Hooking his fingers in my leggings, he gently pulls them down my legs, continuing to run his lips over my skin, making me squirm some more, before he throws my leggings and then gently guides his hands up the inside of my legs, forcing me to open up for him. He climbs back on the bed but instead of climbing up my body and entering me which I want more than anything right now, my hormones going haywire, he instead dives in between my legs, his mouth going over my center making me gasp and arch my back as he instantly sucks my clit into his mouth giving me nothing but pleasure.
I push my hips up, wanting more, needing it, and as if reading my mind, Jax pushes two fingers inside my entrance, my walls instantly squeezing them, and I moan and push into him.
“I-I’m….” I moan then scream, “Jax!” as he sucks my clit hard and rubs his fingers against my g-spot and my stomach tightens as I come, my mind going into an out of body experience as my vision blurs, nothing but pleasure filling me.
Breathing heavily, I open my eyes as Jax’s body moves off mine, and we lock eyes. I suck in a breath at the intensity shining back at me and he doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes his jeans, shoving them down, even as he climbs over my body, in between my thighs, he keeps eye contact and enters me in one thrust.
I gasp as he links our fingers, placing them beside my head, and begins to thrust, keeping our eyes locked, our lips just touching.
It’s intense, it’s all-consuming, it’s us.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull my fingers out of his and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close while keeping eye contact as we make love, our heavy breathing and our bodies slapping echoing in the room.
I’ll never lose this man, and I will never pressure him into fighting for me when that is what he has always done.
He fought for my independence, something every club princess has always wanted, something I took for granted.
Chapter 17
Psycho
I sigh as I flick the ash off the cigarette and wipe my mouth, the taste of Ivy still on my lips, my tongue, my body still humming after having her again after so long yet I’m fucking, not conflicted but deflated, hurt, I guess.
She’s my girl, don’t get me wrong, that will never change, and I will still be making her mine, not because she’s carrying my child but because she’s my everything. Despite the fears I’ll fuck up, I know I won't. Deep down, I know I won’t, I always have, I just thought she deserved more than the club life, but I’m deflated because she’s lost my trust, something I never thought she would lose.
I love her so much that it’s hard to breathe when she’s not around, but so much has happened that I don’t know how we can get past it without arguing about the shit, and I hate arguing with her.
The moment she cries, I fucking melt and that can’t happen this time, we need to get everything out on the table if, not our friendship, but our relationship can survive.
I won’t be my dad, or Glock, I fucking refuse.
I won’t take her for granted, but more importantly, I won’t come to resent her for the shit she’s kept from me to protect someone who doesn’t deserve her protection. She chose to be blind. She decided to ignore all the warning signs, and there is a reason behind all of that.
She was scared because I rejected her for her own good, so she didn’t end up resenting me, not realizing all she wanted was me because she couldn’t open her fucking mouth and expected me to read minds.
Fucking women!
I take another hit of the cigarette despite knowing Ivy will kill me, but I need it.
Having her in my arms again was like magic. It was like a long ride with her on the back of my bike, something only she has gone on. After spending an hour gently caressing her swollen stomach, little flicks hitting my hand while she slept after our second round, I came outside, unable to quiet my thoughts.
She loves me. She finally admitted it, and while yeah, I still feel like she was punishing me, I know she didn’t do it intentionally, but she also doesn’t trust me.
Fuck my head is a mess.
