Текст книги "JAX: A Rockstar Stepbrother Romance"

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Chapter Thirty

Jax

 

"Slow down, Jax." Bash was sweating.

"I am going slow." I paused and switched the wood to the other shoulder. This was the last piece off the truck. "Watch out for that mud right there."

"Right where?" Bash stepped right where I was pointing. "Oh, fuck me sideways!" he cried as his footing gave way.

His creative cursing was no use. The heavy piece of wood fell to the ground and began rolling toward the cliff edge. "Grab that!" I shouted to Diggs, who nodded and began sprinting. Bash took off after him and I was about to follow suit when a shrill voice screeched across the lawn.

"Jaxson, what the hell are you doing?"

I heaved a sigh and turned around. My mom wavered down the lawn. "I'm moving wood, Mom. What does it look like?"

"Looks like you're fucking around to me," she snarled.

Lovely. She was half in the bag and it wasn't even noon yet. "Yeah, I'm fucking around, Mom. Whatever you say."

She nodded briskly as I confirmed her suspicions. "Instead of standing there with your thumb up your ass, I need you to do something for me."

I wiped my face with my t-shirt. It was fucking hot today and I was too tired for her shit. "Yeah, Mom, whaddya need?" The guys were already hammering the pergola into place with the efficiency of years on the road together. I looked at them wistfully.

"I need you to pick up Aunt Fiona's dress from the shop and run it to Salvatore."

I stared at her. She couldn't be making less sense than if she had suddenly started speaking Russian. "Seriously, Annie? You have like, four personal assistants. Why exactly do you need me to pick up Fifi's dress?"

Then I noticed it. The wild look in my mother's eyes, the one that would frighten a lesser man. No wonder Nails had busied himself with the altarpiece. His big, burly, bearded bravado was no match for my mother in Bridezilla mode.

"Because, I am asking my son, who loves me and is grateful for all I have given him, to help me out," she slurred.

I wiped my face again. "Christ, Mom, lay it on a little thicker," I sighed. There was no getting out of this. "I'll get the stupid dress. Just let me shower first."

She turned with a satisfied smirk, secure in the knowledge that once again she had gotten her way. And now, it seemed I was off to a dress shop. How perfect.

*****

If I didn't recognize the place right off the bat, they sure recognized me. "Can I help you find something, Mr. Blue?" The tall, willowy blonde behind the counter was straight-up batting her lashes. "Something for your… girlfriend, perhaps?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," I snapped, too hastily. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the image of Bit that had wedged itself in the forefront of my mind's eye.

The ice queen's lips curled seductively, and for a second I could see the wolfish hunger in her eyes before she snapped back into flirtation. "That's a good thing," she cooed, licking her cherry-red lips.

I cut her off right there. "I'm here to pick up an order."

Then I mentally smacked my head. A shop girl… obviously a fan… This would have been the easiest lay ever.

But I didn't give a shit about her, or her flirting. I was just irritated that she'd even try.

Her manicured brows knitted together. "What's the name?" she asked, all the warmth drained out of her voice.

I wondered if she was one of the gossipy types who sold blind items to the tabloids. Then I realized I really, truly, did not care. "My mom's," I told her, checking my phone.

"Right away." Ice Queen snapped smartly around and headed to the back room. Was she actually wiggling her ass at me? Why was that hilarious?

I turned and ran my hand idly along the racks. The store was softly lit with warm, recessed lighting. The light oak fixtures set off the scattered furniture that looked like it belonged in a thrift store, but I was sure actually sold for thousands of dollars.

In other words, this place was a chick's dream.

My restless wandering led me toward the back of the store. For the first time since last week, my mind was a pleasant blank. The extremely physical work of hauling lumber had left me feeling floaty and contented. No roiling confusion, no intense sexual frustration. I felt a small measure of peace.

Peace that shattered the second a dressing room door swung open and Bit stepped out.

She froze, hands clutched around a dress that was way too big for her tiny frame. My mouth went dry. She looked… fucking edible, barefoot, her hair in a tangled disarray. I drank her in like a tumbler of the smoothest Scotch, from her painted toes all the way up to her dark, furious face.

Oh. Shit.

"Are you following me now?" she snapped, hefting that ridiculous dress up higher on chest.

"Really?" I didn't mean to laugh, but really now. "Christ, get over yourself."

"Well, why the hell would you be here?" She was talking way too damn loud.

"I'm here the same reason you are—getting a dress." And then, because I was addicted to pissing her off, it seemed, I grabbed a red slinky thing from the rack and held it up to my chest. "What, don't you think this is my color?"

Did her mouth quirk? It did, but she would never admit I had made her smile. "You don't know anything about dress shopping," she protested.

"I know enough to know that dress is hideous on you."

"What?!" God she was being so loud. If Ice Queen hadn't called the tabloids before, she was sure as hell dialing them now. Bit looked like she was going to either kill me or explode in the attempt.

"Shut up, will you?" I snapped, pushing her back into the dressing room and shutting the door behind us. "You're making a goddamn scene."

She stood there, huffing, yanking on that dress like it was a life preserver. The room itself was bigger than I had expected, with a Victorian chair in the corner that was covered in mounds of discarded dresses. The three-way mirror reflected Bit's furious face, downcast eyes, and my own bewildered expression. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I hissed.

She snapped up at me. "Why are you so mean?"

There were tears in her eyes, and my fists clenched to see her hurt, even though it was me that was causing the hurting. "Goddamn it, Bit," I shouted. "We need to sort this shit."

"Here?"

"Yes. Here." I stood against the door to block her path. She tried to duck under my arm, but I caught her up and held her as lightly as I could. Her silent struggle subsided after a moment. "Thank you," I whispered, acutely aware of the precarious way that dress was pooling around her. All I'd need to do would be to push the shoulder another inch to the left…

"You're such an asshole," she whined.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're talking about last year?" I breathed against her neck.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yeah. It does." I slid my hands to her waist and cinched in the fabric that gathered there. "Take this ridiculous thing off. It looks like a bedsheet on you."

She opened her eyes and some of that fire I loved so damn much snapped back to life. "Well, do you have any suggestions, Jaxson Dior?"

I looked around the room. "That one." I pointed to a lacy baby blue one. It was simple, almost casual, the only adornment besides the delicate lace was a simple ribbon crisscrossing its way up the back. Nothing showy. Nothing to overpower her incredible, natural beauty.

"Close your eyes."

"Hell no."

"Then at least look away?"

"Oh, you want me to pretend I haven't seen all this already?"

"Yes," she hissed fiercely.

I turned my back. "Never say I'm not a complete gentleman."

"You're not a complete gentleman," she whispered. I could hear the rasp of fabric against her skin, and it took all of my strength not to turn and catch her in the act. The image of the watery silk running down her naked back made it hard to focus on our argument. "There, is this better?"

I turned back to her and my jaw dropped. "Fuck yeah, it is."

Chapter Thirty-One

Liliana

Any promises I made to myself went out the window the minute I saw him. Fifteen minutes ago I was licking my wounds, remembering my heartbreak at his hands in vivid, teary detail. Then he showed up out of nowhere. And try as I might to hold on to that sadness, it flew away the moment his hand brushed my skin.

"Now that's a dress," Jax said, his voice tight and raspy. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his hand under the skirt and placed it deliberately on my hip.

Then waited.

He was waiting for me to tell him to stop. Tell him to go away. He was waiting for me to scream and carry on like the harpy I seemed to have turned into. He was waiting to see if it was okay.

It was.

It was more than okay. The tightness that gathered in my core the instant he touched me made it much, much better than just okay.

Without meaning to, I inhaled sharply, drawing his scent up in one breath. That inimitable warmth was so intense I could taste it on my tongue.

As if mirroring me, Jax sucked in his own breath, smoothing his palm around my hip to cup my ass. When I didn't pull away, he pulled me to him, his thigh against mine.

I was face to face with his collarbone, watching his chest rise and fall in short, controlled bursts. The pulse at his neck beat strongly, slightly elevated, mirroring my own. I was suddenly very aware of how loudly my heart beat in my ears.

He trailed his hands up from my ass, sliding over my waist as he traversed the length of my torso. I closed my eyes.

"What are you thinking?" he whispered.

"I don't know," I said. Jax brushed his thumb casually over my nipple, which immediately tightened. Hate and disgust bubbled upward inside of me, only to be drowned by a flood of lust. "I'm trying to figure that out."

He slid his hands higher until they cupped my face. He tilted my head up to his. "Does this help?" he whispered.

My body knew. Goddamn my traitorous, Benedict Arnold of a body. It knew exactly how it felt to be kissed by Jaxson, and the craving he ignited had never fucking left. It just lay dormant until now. The moment that his lips met mine, it would ruin any chance I had of making it through the rest of this visit unscathed.

The last vestige of my rational mind tried to assert itself. "Jax, you're going to be my brother," I half-moaned, half-chided. "We can't do this."

"How about this. Can I do this?" He slid his hand downward, snaking his fingers up my thigh, shoving my legs apart roughly.

"You shouldn't," I whimpered.

"That's not a no," he growled.

Jax slipped a finger inside of me. "Yes," I moaned.

"Holy hell, Lily, you're wet already." He pulled his finger free and I moaned and arched against him in protest. He popped his sopping digit into his mouth and sucked quietly for a moment. "Fuck, now I'm really hungry," he said, licking his finger clean. "You've been hiding that sweet pussy of yours from me for days now, and I've worked up quite an appetite."

He reached up and yanked my panties down with a savage jerk. When he sank to his knees and pressed my back against the wall, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I barely recognized the woman I saw. I looked wild, breathless, completely out of control. His biceps popped as he gripped my ass cheeks and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

I looked away, overwhelmed by what I was seeing, and then looked back, greedy for more. "I could do this forever," he murmured, burying his electric blue head between my thighs. "Could fucking live on this pussy alone."

His words were making it hard to believe this was meaningless. "Stop talking," I hissed, grinding myself against his face.

He froze.

The tight bud that had been blooming in my chest faded away as he pulled back and wiped his mouth. He stood up and crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Holy shit. I just figured it out." He shook his head and pressed his finger lightly into my panting chest. "You just want me to get you off. That's all you're after. You just want to rub up against me like I'm your six foot tall vibrator."

"It's just…" I gasped. "It doesn't have to mean anything."

It was like watching a collapse in slow motion. His face crumpled like I had struck him and his broad shoulders sagged. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately started babbling. "We're just having fun, that's all. Rebound sex, whatever you want to call it. That's all, Jaxson. It's not like this is anything real."

"That's just it, Lil. I'm not playing. This is real for me."

I froze.

He nodded. "Yeah. Tell me this means something to you. Because I went way beyond just fucking around the other night. Hell, I went way beyond that a long time ago. If you think this doesn't mean anything…"

Jax bent nearly double for a moment, and then straightened back up again.

"Bye, Lily."

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jax

That was the hardest fucking thing I have ever done in my life.

Each footstep took an eternity as I slowly slogged my way to the door. "Mr. Blue? Your dress!" the girl at the counter called.

I turned in a fog and mutely accepted the garment bag. As I slung it over my shoulder, I could see Bit out of the corner of my eye. She was standing in the door of the dressing room, her lips moving soundlessly. She was rocking forward and back on her bare toes, like she was trying to move to me but was rooted to the spot.

Just say something, I willed her. Anything. Scream at me, if you want to. Just don't let me walk out this door.

"Jax …"

Did she say that, or was it a phantom in my head? I looked at her one last time and put my hand on the handle. Her own little hand fluttered upward… and then back down again.

Okay, then. It's over.

I drove home in silence, not daring to even think. As I walked in the front door, I dropped the dress at my feet, then turned and headed right up the stairs.

Now it was my turn to hide behind a closed door.

My phone buzzed, one, two, three times. But I didn't check it. I had rehearsal tonight, studio time booked for tomorrow. But both of those things meant leaving the sanctity of this space.

Was I a complete pussy for avoiding her? Sure I was. But I was at least a self-aware pussy. I knew that seeing her, even in passing, was the biggest risk to my fragile sanity. I shut the door to my room and stared at the four walls until I thought I might go crazy.

Then I started to write.

The album that I had stalled on, the words that just wouldn't fucking come, was suddenly pouring out of me. Three days after Lily admitted to using me, I emerged from my room with an entire fourteen song LP on a demo reel.

And it was gold. I was surer of this than I had ever been sure of anything in my life. I picked up my phone and swiped past the mass of notifications and placed a phone call instead.

"Well, hello there, prodigal client." Bev didn't sound pissed, per se. Or maybe I was just telling myself that to feel better.

"Hey, beautiful, did you miss me?"

"Not particularly, but once again the studio sure did. That time costs a lot of money, Jax."

I sighed heavily and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror that dominated the wall across from my bed. When I hung it there, it was for the express purpose of watching myself as I fucked… whoever I happened to be fucking. It didn't really matter, so long as I could see myself. But now what I was seeing made me cringe inwardly. "Yeah, Bev, look. I've been in some shit and I should have called. But I have some good news."

"Tell me it's a finished album."

I grinned. "It's a finished album."

"You better not be fucking with me, Blue."

"I'm not. I need the studio and the guys, tomorrow—wait, no. Shit, that's the day my mom gets married… How about Monday? Can they squeeze me in Monday. Please?"

Bev was silent so long I thought I dropped the call. I pulled my phone back from my ear and checked and she was already talking when I put my ear back. " …first time I've ever heard you say please, Jaxson."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it."

She laughed. "Fine. I'll pull some strings, try to smooth the ruffled feathers, and all of that. You had better make this worth my while."

"I'm always worth your while, darling."

"Pig," she snorted, but as she hung up, I could hear her laughing. I was laughing too. Free, manic laughter as something loosened in my chest. I flung open my door, intending to run downstairs and pour myself a celebratory drink.

Lily lowered her hand and raised the bottle, stretching it out in front of her like a peace offering. "Hi there," she said softly. "Truce?"

Chapter Thirty-Three

Liliana

It's over.

He ended it.

I should be relieved.

…

Why do I feel like my heart is imploding?

It was the way he bent double. Like my words had punched him right in the gut. Then, and only then, did I realize something truly upsetting.

I was the bad guy here. Not him. Me.

I stared at his closed door and thought back over the past two weeks. We'd sparred, we'd argued, but the one who had truly been cruel was me. All the time I had convinced myself that I was the wronged party when I was the one that had been doing the wronging.

It was a shitty feeling.

Regret was a feeling I was used to when it came to Jaxson Blue. But not like this. I regretted being so callous, using him the way I did. I regretted my steadfast refusal to recognize the zillion ways he had said he was sorry. I regretted listening to him open his heart while still keeping mine firmly shut.

I regretted letting him walk out of that door, because now I missed him. Not my body. Me. I missed sparring with him and how he made me laugh. I missed his jokes and his sarcastic side comments. I missed how he was the only person who understood my strange way of life, because he was in it to. My partner in crime.

My best friend.

Wow. I really fucked up.

He missed the rehearsal dinner, but everyone was too drunk to really care. As soon as I saw my chance, I snatched a bottle of Jack from the wet bar and snuck upstairs. I could hear him inside, talking on his cell phone. "I'm always worth your while, darling," he cooed in that arrogant voice he used with women, and for a moment, my heart faltered with jealousy.

No. You don't get to feel that. This is a peace offering. You have to see him for the rest of your life, so long as Annie and Dad are together. Christmases, birthdays… he's in your life for good now. You may as well try to see if you can be friends.

I took a quick sip of the whiskey and squared my shoulders, ready to knock, when he flung the door open.

His gorgeous face, which had been so animated a second ago, went blank. I felt my stomach splash down near my feet and suddenly knew exactly how he felt in the dress shop. The way a word—no, just a look—can be a punch to the gut.

Instead of doubling over, I held out the bottle. "Truce?" I asked.

Jax’s mouth worked for a second and I was certain he was going to tell me no. He brushed his hand over his face, pulling down the corners of his mouth before running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah Bit. Come on in."

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jax

She looked at me like she was afraid I might bite her. And as angry as I was, that still hurt far more than I would have liked.

Her bare feet sank into the carpet by my bed as she looked all around her, then let out a rueful little snort. "This is the first time I've been in your bedroom. I've been here two weeks, and I never set foot in here."

I shoved my hands in my pockets to give me something to hold on to. "Yeah? What do you think?"

She looked around like she was honestly considering, taking in the dark wood of my bed set, the scattered weights, the beat-up guitar collection, the giant-ass mirror on the wall. "It makes sense," she finally volunteered.

I had to laugh. “ ‘Makes sense?’ "

"It suits you."

"I'm afraid to ask."

She waved her arms a little frantically. "It's a little scattered, a little messy. But it's lived-in. It feels like home."

Her words hung in the air for a moment and I let them. I let the silence stretch out so long she got agitated, digging her toes one after another into the carpet. Then I waited a little longer.

"I missed you," she blurted.

I clenched my fist. "Oh yeah? What did you miss?"

"Not that," she protested. I raised my eyebrow. "Okay, yeah, that too. But I missed you. You've been hiding from me."

"I learned from the best."

She looked down. "Fair enough. But I kind of want you to stop now."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Yeah."

I let the silence hang a little longer, knowing she wouldn't be able to help herself. She had to fill it.

"It's just… I realized something. We're never going to actually be able to avoid each other, Jax. Our parents are getting married. Tomorrow." She raised an eyebrow at me. "You missed rehearsal, by the way."

"Walk Mom down the aisle. What's to rehearse?"

"She was pissed."

"For how long?"

Bit laughed. "Until her third shot of bourbon. When I left the party she was in my Dad's lap singing 'Cocaine Kisses.' "

"I hate that song."

"Me too." Lily sank down, plopping herself onto my bed uninvited and I tried to get over how right she looked there. "I just need to know we can be friends, at least. Things are awkward enough as it is without us making it worse for each other." She looked up at me. "Wait, stop, don't get all mad and defensive, Jax. Look, I was an ass. I admit that. I treated you like shit, and I'm sorry about it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Her face worked for a second, like she had something more to say, and then dropped it. She wiggled the bottle instead. "So, yeah. Our parents are getting married and it's weird, and this whole thing is fucked up, and yeah… Drink with me?"

I sat down on the bed next to her. What the fuck could I do? I was powerless when it came to her. Even if this really was truly over I suspected I always would be. "That's a fantastic idea," I told her. And I meant it. "What are we toasting?"

"I don't know, exactly. You first."

I thought a moment. "To second chances?"

Her voice was small. "To second chances."

We drained our glasses and Bit wrinkled her nose. It was so damn cute my heart nearly stopped. I grabbed the bottle from her. "And to third and fourth ones too," I declared, pouring two in quick succession

She laughed. "Wait, okay, I've got one. A toast." She lifted her glass, eyes already shining. "Here's to our parents for fucking up any hope we could ever have at being normal!"

Chapter Thirty-Five

Liliana

I drained the shot, then coughed into my hand.

Jax's blue eyes twinkled. "Slow it down there, Bit. You're like, a third of my size. Don't try to keep pace with me."

"Bullshit," I snarled. "I can drink you under the table, asshole."

"Sure you can, as long as I'm under there with you."

I coughed again. "You can't help yourself, can you?"

"No. Not with you. It's a curse."

"I'll try to take that as a compliment."

"I intend it as one."

"Going under tables would be bad for this… whatever this is…?"

"Detente?"

"Nice word, Jax."

"I'm a writer too, you know."

"Oh… I know."

"You look pissed all of sudden. What the fuck did I do now?"

"Nothing. You just have a way with words."

"You keep saying shit like that and I have to tell you that I don't have the faintest fucking idea what you're talking about."

I gaped at him. "Are you really telling the truth right now?"

"God's honest. You keep dropping these cryptic little remarks and then running the fuck away instead of explaining. Keeping the door shut, whatever. You want to be friends? Friends don't pull this passive aggressive bullshit. Friends say what the hell is on their mind. You're pissed at me, you've been pissed for like a year. Why?"

My words came so fast I nearly choked on them. "Why? Why? You really don't know? You wrote a fucking song about the fight we had… the morning after we first… we finally… Fuck, you know what I'm talking about. You took the worst moment of my life and wrote a fucking song about it. Now it's everywhere. Mocking me. Mocking it. What we shared. What I gave you." I was full-on sobbing now. It was a wonder he could even recognize the words I was trying to say.

He pressed his lips together in a thin line and waited for my sobs to quiet before he slowly spoke. "Liliana. Have you ever actually listened to the song?"

"Of course I have, asshole."

"The whole thing?"

"I got the fucking gist."

His eyes blazed angrily. "How about the show? You heard the whole thing there, right?"

He caught me. And I didn't have the energy to lie. "I was late, Jax. I missed it."

His mouth twisted and his head sagged forward and for a moment I wanted so badly to lie. "You weren't there," he repeated. The words came out on an exhalation so strong it sounded like he was deflating.

He looked so upset I was instantly on the defensive. "I only missed 'Cocky'! I was there for everything else. And I didn't want to hear it, honestly. I've heard it a million times. It's only on the radio every three minutes or so."

"No." He stood up and strode to his closet, lifting one of his battered old practice acoustic up to his chest. "Fucking listen to it. Right now."

The gentle strum was nothing like the bass intro. It was light, almost plaintive. He ducked his head over the guitar, hugging it to his body as he plucked the strings and every sound it made was sorrow. I was crying even harder now, the melody so familiar, yet so strange. Then he opened his mouth and looked at me and sang.

"You got it right… babe.

We spent the night… babe

And I'm just a Lil Bit cocky, yes, it's true."

I winced. And his lips curled into a private smile before he moved on to the part I had never heard.

"Now we're young and so in love,

Body fits mine like a glove

And I never should have let you go.

I'm so sorry, I was wrong,

And I've loved you all along.

Now I'm trying to let you know …

He held the note, clear and perfect over the ringing strings …

"You got it right… babe

You're always right, babe

I'm more than a Lil Bit sorry, yes, it's true.

I never thought… babe

We could have fought… babe

I want my Lil Bit back inside my arms.

You should know… babe

I'll never go… babe

You're the only one I want, yes, it's true …"

A high, piercing note… His voice caught dangerously and he averted his eyes. Tears were flowing fast and freely down my cheeks …

"Can we go right back in time?

Can we turn right on a dime?

I promise I will always be true.

Can you listen to my song?

Tryin' to tell you I was wrong.

And I'm telling you that I love you.

I felt hollowed out. The place where my anger had resided was just an empty space now. A vacuum waiting to be filled. And in it rushed the love that had been waiting this whole wasted time.

"Jaxson."

"Yeah, Lily." His voice broke slightly and I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

"I didn't know."

"Now you do."

I looked down at my hands. "Dad and Annie get married tomorrow."

He nodded. "I'm well aware."

"But …" I had no idea how he'd react, if I asked. I had hurt him so badly, again and again and again, did I really deserve another chance? "We still have tonight."

It was like watching a dead man return to life. Inch by inch, his spine straightened. The color returned to his cheeks and that devilish gleam to his eyes. I bit my lip when I saw his cocky grin spread across his face. "Yeah… we have tonight."

"So?" I spread my hands, arching my back slightly. His eyes went to my breasts and then back up to my face.

"So what, Lily?"

"Aren't you going to come over here?"

"You know what? I don't think I will."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Nope." He leaned back and brushed his hand up from his groin. I could see his length straining against his jeans already. "You come over here."

"Really?"

"You know you want to, Bit."

I did. "You are the cockiest son of a bitch …"

"That's why you love me," he drawled.

I laughed and slid from the bed. His eyes followed my every move as I slunk along the floor, rising up to my knees between his legs. He hissed as I pressed my hands to his thighs. "That's not why." I licked my lips, wetting them, readying them.

"Why?" He genuinely wanted to know.

"Well …" I slid my hand up, cupping his groin. "There's this …"

His eyes darkened. "Show me how much you love that."

A small whimper escaped my lips as I unzipped his jeans tooth by tooth. He leaned back, watching me, occasionally brushing my hair behind my ear so that he could more clearly see my face as I freed his cock from his boxers.

As the silken head brushed past my lips, we both groaned together. I always figured that he had the power and I had none. But in that moment, I knew I had as much power over him as I was brave enough to take.

And suddenly I wanted everything he had. I inhaled sharply, taking in as much as I could. The taste of him …the smell of him …. It wasn't the whiskey that was getting me drunk.

"Lily… fuck…" He looked down at me and the way his lips parted in wonder sent me into a frenzy. I was determined to take all of him, every precious inch.

With a guttural moan, he fisted my hair into a knot and yanked my head backwards. "Slow down, greedy girl. We have all night."

He pulled me up to him and folded me into his arms, cradling me just like a child. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathless.

"I need to feel your skin, babe. Get these clothes off."

I jumped up to obey him. Jax leaned back on his elbows, his long form draped across the bed, and the wickedest smile in the world on his face. "That's it. Fuck, look in the mirror. Do you even see yourself?"

"I see."

"Good. I want you to watch yourself while you cum. Now get over here and sit on my face."

I had to whisper because I didn't trust my voice. "Okay."

I must have swung my leg too slowly for his liking, because the second I was straddling his chest, he sank his fingers into the flesh of my ass and pulled me to him. I gasped as his tongue parted my folds and a bomb went off inside of me. Jax growled his approval as I collapsed forward, sinking my fingers into his blue hair, guiding him to right there… there… there…

"Do you see?" he rumbled against me, and I knew what he wanted. Feeling the flush spread across my chest and slither down my spine, I turned my head and watched. Watched myself react to him. As the slow heat began to catch fire, I fought the urge to close my eyes. This was the last night we had together, and I didn't want to miss a fucking moment.