“It won’t kill us to show some restraint. We can handle this. We’re adults.” She sounded about as convinced of her words as she would claiming she believed in Santa Claus.
“Hell, yes, we’re adults. That’s my point,” he said sharply, standing up again. He cursed under his breath and slapped the pavement next to her, making her flinch. “We should be able to do what we want, when we want. We’re not kids with curfews and bedtimes.”
His clear disdain pulled her the rest of the way from her lust-induced stupor. She scooted back and pushed to her feet. “Look, whether you think this is stupid or not isn’t the point. The point is that it’s important to me. So if I come with too much baggage for you, that’s fine. I have no issues with making use of my vibrator. It satisfies my needs just fine.”
In one fluid motion, he used his hands on the side of the pool to launch himself out of the water. He towered over her, dripping water and oozing anger and sex. “The day a vibrator satisfies my lover more than me is the day I make myself a eunuch.”
He crossed to where his towel sat in a heap in one of the Adirondack chairs and ran it over his body in short, hurried strokes before pausing at the doors to the bedroom. “Enjoy your last few hours of being in control, V. Because after that…you’re mine.”
…
Jackson took the longest, coldest shower of his life and even jerked off under the icy water, and he was still hard just thinking of sinking into the woman who lay in that monster-sized bed all alone, mere feet from him. He was going insane with waiting. The fact she slept peacefully right now told him she expected things to start when they woke up.
She expected wrong.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, he smiled to himself. In five minutes it’d be midnight. Officially Tuesday, and he wasn’t about to waste any time before starting their three-day excursion into the wild and kinky.
As the minutes ticked down, he went over his plan in his mind, thought of what he wanted to do first, what he wanted to do after that. It was almost too hard to decide. He wanted to do everything with her all at once. The first time wasn’t going to be a lingering and slow experience. They were both too wound up for that.
He climbed onto the bed next to her. Only the sheet draped her body, since, even with the AC, it was still on the warm side of comfortable. Carefully, he pulled the sheet down her body until she was exposed to him.
He scooted behind her, gently adjusting her body to conform to his. She moved in her sleep, resting her head on the inside of his arm and tucking her back more firmly into his chest. His free hand swept up her bare thigh to the top of her hip. The cutoffs weren’t much of a barrier and they moved aside as he cupped a smooth, round cheek and gave it a light squeeze. She made a small sound and arched her lower back, pressing her ass against his cock that was trying desperately to bust through his boxer briefs.
Burying his nose into her neck, he inhaled her scent deeply into his lungs as he snaked his hand to the front of her body and up her tank top to find a ripe breast that fit perfectly in the cage of his fingers. She responded instantly, her shoulders pressing back as she tried to press into his touch.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as he rolled the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger. “Come alive for me. Let me make you feel good.”
Jackson couldn’t believe how much he wanted to sink himself between her thighs. He’d been horny thousands of times in his life, but that word seemed so lacking compared to how he felt around her. It was more like a deep, gnawing hunger he needed to feed. And according to her rules, the clock on the wall said it was dinnertime, so he’d be damned if he was waiting any longer.
Abandoning her breast, he tucked his fingers between her legs, staying over her shorts for now, and rubbed them back and forth a few times. She moaned and her hips began to rock with him, riding his fingers in small movements.
Suddenly she gasped and her body went rigid. He quickly banded his arm around her waist and held tight as he spoke softly next to her ear. “Shhhh, V, it’s okay. It’s just me.” He felt her relax once again, but she wasn’t yet back to her state of sexual abandon like when she’d been asleep.
“Do you always accost women in their sleep, Maris?”
He chuckled. Her question lacked the bite she was probably going for. Instead, it came out breathless and a little relieved.
“Only the ones who make me agree as to when and how long I get them for. It’s past midnight, which means it’s Tuesday. Which also means you’re mine for the next three days, and I intend to collect as much and as often as possible.”
“Yeah, well— Oh, God!”
Jackson hadn’t waited to hear her rebuttal. He’d moved his fingers back to where they’d been before she’d awakened. Slipping his fingers under her shorts, he continued rubbing her through the silk of her panties. “You’re wet already. Your body responds to me, V. It knows what it wants.”
She moaned and arched into his touch. “Feels like I can say the same to you. So stop teasing me and give us what we both want.”
Even half asleep, the woman couldn’t help giving orders. He was tempted to remind her of her promise but thought better of it. He didn’t want to argue about who promised what now. He’d do that later, after they got this first one out of the way. Or maybe the first few. The way he felt, he could spend himself over and over in her and still be ready for more.
Jax yanked her tank up and over her head, then grabbed her shorts and panties and tugged them down until they became lost in the sea of linens at their feet. Immediately following was his godforsaken underwear threatening to give him another circumcision if he didn’t get them off. Breathing a sigh of relief, he resumed his position at her back and nestled his erection in the soft groove of her ass.
The skin-to-skin contact he’d been anticipating for hours—hell, probably days—was almost enough to set him off right then and there. He held still, not trusting himself to move without losing what little control he had over his body. But then she rubbed herself against his cock, and he lost the thread.
Snatching one of the condoms he’d placed on the nightstand, he quickly sheathed himself so he wouldn’t forget later in the heat of the moment. Responsibility taken care of, Jax grabbed her and rolled partly on his back with her half draped on top of him. He reached down and pulled her leg over his, spreading her open. His arm underneath her wrapped around to play with a breast while his other hand returned to the sweet spot between her legs.
He growled his approval when he touched perfectly smooth skin. “I knew you’d be a Brazilian-style girl.” Turning his head an inch, he lightly bit the shell of her ear as his fingers stroked between her slick folds. “Goddamn, you’re so wet, baby.” Whenever he neared her opening, she lifted her hips, trying to force his entry, but he refused her that pleasure for the moment.
“Tomorrow, my lips, my tongue, and my teeth are going to spend an eternity worshipping this beautiful pussy. But tonight…” Jax finally eased a finger deep inside, then dragged it out slowly before repeating the process. Her cry of ecstasy reverberated in his ears like a starting bell, and he had to hold himself back from taking her too fast. “Tonight I’m going to give you what you need.” What we both need.
He added a second finger, slowly working her open enough to take him. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any sort of discomfort. All his blood may have drained from his brain to his dick, but he wasn’t so far gone that his main concern was his pleasure over hers. She felt so damn tight he wondered how he’d ever fit. But he would. He’d make sure of it. Because at this point, the idea of not burying himself in her was unthinkable.
“What is it I need?” Her breathy question belied the restraint she tried to exude.
“Sex,” he growled. He increased the pace and used the heel of his hand to put pressure on her clit. “Rough, primal, fuck-me-baby sex.”
“Yes! Oh, God, Jackson, I need that. Now, do it now.” The words tumbled from her lips, her dam of reserve well and truly broken
by the force of his plain speech.
“Easy,” he whispered. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me. Then I promise, nothing will prevent me from burying my cock so deeply, you’ll feel me there for days.”
She begged with a whimper and a thrust of her hips. He answered, “Almost,” and inserted a third finger into her soaked pussy. A fine sheen of sweat coated their bodies, the damp curls framing her face plastered themselves to her cheeks and his. Everything in him screamed to take her, to mark her, to make her his. And he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Removing his fingers, Jax palmed the back of her knee and hoisted her farther up his body until the head of his cock slid into place.
Her hands braceleted his wrists, her nails digging into his skin as though bracing herself. “Now?” she asked.
“Now.”
In one smooth motion, he buried himself balls deep in her hot channel. When he hit the very back wall, a jolt of concentrated pleasure shot through his body unlike anything he’d ever felt. Vanessa cried out, her back bowing so hard only her shoulders and ass still rested on him. He bent his top leg to hold hers up and keep her open so he could use both arms to hold her, both hands to touch her.
Slowly he withdrew, her swollen sex trying to suck him back in. When less than an inch remained, he held her tightly and plunged back in, her name a beautiful prayer on his lips.
“Faster,” she bit out. “Jackson, go faster. You’re killing me.”
“Believe me, it’s killing me, too.”
She turned her head and fused her sugar lips to his. He bypassed the foreplay kisses and went straight to fucking her mouth with his tongue as he continued the slow, controlled strokes with his hips.
Time stood still as he reveled in her taste, her smell, her absolute abandon. After what could have been hours later, rather than minutes, they broke apart to catch their breath. Again she told him to go faster, harder.
“Baby, I want you so badly,” he said as he fondled her heavy breasts, “I’m afraid if I go any faster I’ll blow like it’s my first time.”
“I’m so close I’ll probably go with you. Please, Jax!”
“Ah, fuck. Hearing you beg is going to be damn addicting.” Banding his arms around her body, he said, “Hold on.” And with that he flipped the switch from slow-and-steady to fast-and-faster.
In and out, he pistoned his hips, filling her completely on every stroke. Sweat dripped from his brow over his temples. The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. He could feel the juices from her pussy coating his balls as they drew up tighter to his body. White-hot heat pooled at the base of his spine, growing more and more with every passing second.
Vanessa wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but she made plenty of noise. A chorus of moans, heavy breathing, mewls, and whimpers became his new favorite playlist.
Taking things up a notch, Jax moved his hands. One captured a breast and tweaked the hard bud of her nipple, the other snaked down to run circles over her clit. Now they raced headlong toward the finish line. Gritting his teeth until his jaw felt ready to snap, he made sure he didn’t cross it first.
“Omigod, yes,” she cried on a gasp. “I’m gonna come, Jax. So. Close!”
He loved that she used his name. That he knew she wasn’t imagining anyone else. “Do it, Vanessa. I’m right there with you.”
A strangled cry escaped her lips as her sex quivered and convulsed around his cock. And with a few more strokes, he tumbled after her, filling the condom as her body milked him dry.
He wasn’t sure how long they lay there in a sweaty heap, but eventually he maneuvered her to the side so he could go take care of cleanup in the bathroom. He returned to the bed with a warm washcloth to find Vanessa passed out cold and snoring softly. Jackson supposed that meant an all-night sex fest was out of the question.
Chuckling to himself, he cleaned her as carefully and quickly as possible. Then he chucked the rag back in the general direction of the bathroom and slid in behind her before lifting the covers over them. He kissed the back of her shoulder and tried to get some sleep himself.
Day 3: Tuesday
“Rise and shine, V.”
Vanessa felt the warm rays of the sun stream across her face, causing her to squinch her eyes tight and moan into her pillow.
“Come on. I gotta get to the gym, and you’re coming with me today, remember?”
Remember? She couldn’t remember anything past the feel of his arms around her and the way he felt deep inside her. Even now her breasts tingled with the memory of his touch.
“Give me ten more minutes,” she muffled into her pillow.
His shadow fell over her face as he moved in front of her, his voice rumbling through her body and landing deep in her belly. “I usually prefer to go much longer, but considering our tight schedule, I’d be more than happy to give you a ten-minute wakeup call.”
Her eyes flew open to see Jackson’s wicked smile as he began to untie his white athletic pants. Holy mother of God. As much as she was tempted to let him make good on his promise—or maybe it was supposed to be a threat—she wanted to get her bearings with him before their next encounter. She wasn’t used to being caught off-guard, and considering how last night went down, off-guard was a major understatement.
When his thumbs hooked into his waistband and began tugging the material down, she bolted upright in bed and held a hand out to hopefully prevent any further exposure that would change her mind. “I’m up! I’m up. Just…uh…” She tried to think, but her brain felt steeped in a fog worse than a London morning. “Let me get some coffee in me, and we can go.”
“I already made it for you.” With a triumphant smile, he righted his pants and hauled her out of the bed by her waist. “It’s in a travel mug over on the counter.”
It was then she noticed she was standing stark naked in front of him in the garish light of day. Gasping, she yanked the sheet from the bed and clutched it to her chest. He chuckled and stepped waaaaay into her personal space. Unfortunately, if she backed up, she’d only succeed in falling back onto the bed, so she lifted her chin and stood her ground.
“What’s so funny?”
He placed those large hands on her hips. Since she hadn’t wrapped the sheet around her, his long fingers reached past where the material draped her frame, branding her skin with their rough heat and memories from the night. “The fact that you feel the need to cover up when hours ago I had free rein to do whatever I wished to this very naked body.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a huge difference between seeing something by moonlight and seeing it in sunlight. So if you don’t mind…”
Storm clouds rolled over his features. “I sure as hell do mind,” he growled. “I can’t believe a woman as strong and beautiful as you has body image issues. Now I know you’re crazy.”
She scoffed. “Every woman has body image issues, Jax. It doesn’t matter if you’re an average girl or Kate Moss.”
“Then I’m going to make you the first woman in the world to lose those issues.” Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he dipped her back slightly as his mouth took hers in a fevered kiss, damn near making her forget her name, much less her nitpicky self-image complaints. When he finally broke away, they were both a little out of breath. “But not now. Now we’re going to the gym, so get your cute ass in gear.” He pushed her toward the bathroom with a slap on her ass that made her jump and squeal in surprise.
She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder as she crossed the room, making sure her hips swayed, hoping it tortured him on some primal level. He more than deserved it for the stunt he pulled last night. Not that she was complaining. Him waking her up had been hot as hell. But now she knew she had to be careful, or Jax would end up taking a lot more from her than just her control.
…
Jackson ran a hand through his hair and let out the breath he’d been holding since he saw the red mark of his hand on that pale ass walking away from him. Fuck, he was in troubl
e. She was feisty as hell when she had her wits about her. It surprised him to find it was just as fun being on the receiving end of that arrogant attitude as it was to rid her of it with some well-placed kisses.
He wished he could say he’d slept as well as she had, but the small taste of her had only made him want her more. Most of the night was spent rocking in the hammock and convincing himself to leave her be for the remainder of the night instead of starting a sex marathon to rival the days of the Romans.
By the time the sun peeked over the horizon signaling the time for his morning run, he’d probably only gotten a couple hours of restless sleep. Now his eyes felt scratchy, and he hadn’t mustered the energy to shave, so he was sporting a day’s worth of stubble.
He wasn’t sure what the rest of the day would bring, but one thing was for sure. He needed to get some alone time with Miss MacGregor as soon as humanly possible.
She showered and dressed in record time and a half hour later, they arrived at the gym just as his other teammates were trickling in. He introduced her to his coach, Frank, and explained that she was a guest of his and would be sitting in as a spectator for the workout.
The guys gravitated to her like a Playboy bunny in a monastery. Frank brought out his “nicer than those damn metal things” leather office chair, and she had her pick of the Powerade Zero flavor rainbow from the guys who always brought coolers full of the things.
As he stretched on the mats, Jax looked on with amusement as she laughed at their antics and they dubbed her team mascot for the day. He couldn’t blame them for their good-natured flirting. Even with her hair in a ponytail and her simple outfit of khaki shorts and teal halter top, she made a damn pretty picture. Add in her outgoing personality and infectious smile, and there wasn’t one of his teammates who wasn’t smitten with her.
If they’d been anywhere else and random guys were paying her the same attention, Jax had a feeling he’d be a lot less amused. But his boys knew she was there with him, and regardless if he and Vanessa were openly dating or just friends, they wouldn’t break Guy Code by seriously hitting on her.