Besides, this was supposedly my last bad-boy fling, so why should I feel like I had done something wrong? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and cautiously looked over to where Jackson was sleeping soundly next to me.
My God, he was just as delectable in the daylight as he was last night. His shaggy black hair covered most of his eyes, but I marveled at his succulent mouth, parted slightly, and the generous stubble growth across his jawline. The sheet covered him to just below his hips, so I could see the expanse of his chest, which had the lightest dusting of hair and a lot of ink. He was all muscle, not just with a six-pack, but he even had that V definition by his pelvis. I loved that.
His entire left arm was covered with a tattoo sleeve and part of his chest had intricate artwork as well. I perused the symbols on him—a dragon breathing fire, a weeping angel, an American flag. I wondered what the story behind each one happened to be. Then flashes of the night before came rushing back.
Jackson tearing off my clothes, with me ripping into his.
Feeling his hot mouth on mine, traveling down my neck and laving each nipple until my brain fogged. Him eating me again, sucking, licking, moaning into my cleft while telling me he couldn’t get enough of the way I tasted and smelled.
I recalled the first time I got to see the length of him. Not only was he long, but he also had a generous girth. I stroked while taking him into my warm, awaiting mouth, savoring the salty sweetness of him. His eyes were glued to me as I licked and sucked, then held his gaze while dragging my bottom lip up his length.
“Jesus fuck, Lauren. That’s the hottest thing ever.”
I smirked and sucked him in deep, only to find him grabbing me under my arms and throwing me back farther onto my bed. “Enough of that. I really need to fuck you now.”
His fished for his wallet in his jeans on the floor next to him, ripped open the package and slowly rolled the condom onto himself while staring at me the whole time. I was completely naked on the bed, spread apart while leaning back on my elbows, watching him. The moonlight shone through the French doors leading out to my backyard, casting him in light and shadow.
He looked like something out of one of my romance novels, a dark hero emanating desire and longing. I had never been this turned on in my entire life.
Jackson smiled, as if reading my mind. “This is going to be so good.” He placed a knee on the bed, coming toward me. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Considering how huge he was, easily reaching up to his navel, he had reason to be concerned. His body weight and heat felt so good on my skin and I reveled in the feel of him. Propping himself on his elbow, he took his other hand and guided himself inside of me. I could feel my walls stretch to accommodate him, with just a hint of pain, until he was fully seated in me. I was now flat on my back and he was hovering over me, focusing on my face the whole time. Usually I would have looked away, the intensity too much for me to absorb, but with him I was mesmerized. I was completely under his spell.
My palms caressed his back, with my nails lightly scratching his skin. “You feel amazing, Jackson. It’s so good.” I wrapped my limbs tight around his body in order to bring him deeper into my womb.
“You’re tight, Lauren. Feels fucking incredible.” He steadily increased his pace. “Wanted in the minute I saw you. Knew I had to get inside.”
I usually would have been reaching for my clit at this point, never having been able to have an orgasm otherwise, but his size and skill were coaxing areas inside me I never knew existed. From just his cock alone, the pleasure was building, and my soft caresses on his back turned into me clawing his ass, pushing him in even deeper. He hammered his dick full force into me, and my moans turned into loud screams. Each ecstatic wave of desire rolled into the other, mounting and climbing until I couldn’t take it anymore and released a fury of pleasure, unlike any orgasm I have ever had in my life. My cries weren’t even human anymore. I was like a feral animal, with my brain and body swimming in a sea of sensations that eliminated my ability to think or speak. I felt one last deep thrust from him, his body shuddering as he released his seed, then he collapsed his weight onto me.
After our breathing evened out, I lay there and enjoyed being out of my own head for once. I was sated and calm, perfectly content in the moment. Jackson slowly rolled off of me to dispose of the condom, and then he came back and lifted himself up on one elbow, resting his head in his hand and staring at me.
I looked back and let out a nervous laugh. “What?”
He returned my question with a sweet smile. “Nothing babe. I like looking at you, especially right now.”
Now he’d piqued my curiosity. “And that would be because…” I dragged out the last part.
His focus left my eyes and lingered on my lips as he absentmindedly licked his own. “Because when you walked into my bar, you had some real sadness in those pretty green eyes of yours, and now you look like you’re comfortable in your own skin again.”
Wow, was the whole Keith debacle only earlier that evening? Now that I was lying with Jackson, it felt like another lifetime ago.
“I got dumped tonight.” I turned my body to the side, facing him. “By someone I thought was a good guy. That’s what you saw.”
He reached out and brushed my bangs away from my forehead. “Remind me to kick his ass and then thank him later.”
He was being sweet, which was not what I expected from a hot-as-fuck biker-bar guy. I didn’t have any one-night-stand experience, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they usually felt this, well, intimate. Without realizing I had done it, I had mentally prepared myself for getting laid and then having him roll over out the front door. I had not expected kind eyes and delicate touches across my forehead, along with beautiful responses to what I was saying.
In any case, it was too much emotion for the situation. This was a hookup, a one-night stand, not the beginning of anything lasting or real. I was embarrassed by my reaction and dug deep to retrieve my game face. I turned my head and glanced at my alarm clock, which brightly illuminated 12:03 a.m. in neon.
“Well, now you can say you started off the new year with a bang,” I joked, still looking at the clock, wondering how many minutes it would take him to get up and dressed, and wondering if that was what I wanted him to do.
He turned me toward him, cradling me in his arms—which I loved, by the way—and without a hint of humor whispered, “Happy New Year, Lauren.” Then he gave me a long and lush kiss. “Got a good feeling about this year already.”
This was definitely not one-night-stand speak. This was feeling way too real. “Well of course you feel good. We just came. Hard to be in a bad mood after an orgasm like that. I don’t think I can use my legs.”
My attempts at levity did nothing to assuage his intensity. “Don’t do that.” He pressed me close to his body, my front against his. The pressure felt good, too good, in fact. “Don’t act like what just happened didn’t happen. We don’t have to discuss it now, but don’t trash it either.”
I just stared at him in response, too ensconced in a swirl of about five different emotions at once and unable to articulate a single one. What the hell I have gotten myself into with this guy?
He never did give me a chance to figure it out because he started touching me again, and that led to us exploring every inch of each other for the rest of the night. We finally passed out from sheer exhaustion right as the sun was rising.
Now, it was almost noon, and I was lying next to this beautiful stranger, wondering what to do, how to act. I must have been staring off into space because when I refocused, Jackson was looking at me, smiling.
“Morning,” he said while stretching long and lean like a panther. Goddamn he was a sight, all that glossy dark hair, ink and muscles against my pristine pale blue sheets. My room was typical country shabby chic with gingham accent pillows and billowy, sheer curtains. I had pu
rposefully chosen calm, sedate colors and buttery-soft fabrics, so all of that, juxtaposed against the hard lines and shapes of the current occupant, was a sharp contrast.
I liked it though. A lot.
It was obvious he wasn’t sweating how to handle himself this morning. He looked completely relaxed, as if the few hours of sleep we had were plenty. At that moment, I realized I must have looked like hell because I needed at least eight hours to look human. Otherwise, my pale skin had a yellow pallor and the bags under my eyes ballooned.
I said a quick good morning and tried to bolt for the bathroom, only to feel him grab my arm and drag me back toward him.
“Not so fast there, woman,” he teased while flipping out of the sheets and on top of me. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”
He had all his weight on me and I was amazed that even this close, after a night of carousing and mind-altering sex, he still smelled amazing.
“Unlike you, I don’t smell so awesome in the morning. I probably have the worst breath with mascara running down my face.” I placed my hand in front of my mouth.
He stared at me for a couple of beats, blinked and then laughed out loud, and it was a deep, throaty, sexy laugh too. “Women worry about the stupidest shit.” He brushed his bangs out of his line of vision. “Know what I thought of as soon as I woke up?”
“Um…no?” I still kept my mouth hidden behind my cupped hand.
“I thought, ‘Glad the hot blonde wasn’t a dream, cuz I need another taste of her’.”
I blinked hard twice, then gulped the air caught in my throat.
“Not,” he continued with emphasis, “‘Oh shit, too bad the hot blonde had black streaks under her eyes. Don’t want to fuck that now’.”
I paused, studying his handsome face above mine. He had the hint of a smirk on his perfect mouth and a teasing glimmer in his eye. I stopped worrying about the morning breath.
“You know—” I lowered my hand from my mouth, “—the hot blonde has a name. Or did you forget?”
The smirk turned into a full shit-eating grin, filled with too much confidence, if you asked me. “You’re name is Lauren Elizabeth Renwick, and you live at 405 Tazewell Road in Vienna. You’re blonde with green eyes, five foot three and you’re an organ donor.”
“What the hell?” I tensed under him.
He let out a chuckle. “Relax, Lauren.” He brushed his fingertips lightly across my hair and forehead. “I saw your license. You gave it and your credit card to Robby when you started a tab. I looked them over before I came for you.”
I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Then a nagging feeling started scratching me from the inside. “I guess you must have a lot of practice at this kind of thing.”
He kept brushing my hair with his fingers, fanning the strands out and then smoothing them down with his palm. If he caught an edge in my tone, it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. “If you mean that I go by instinct and go for what I want, then yeah. Hell yeah. I took one look at you coming into my bar and decided I wanted in. And if that meant I saw an opening when you went to the bathroom and took it, then I cop to that one too. I didn’t want to waste time getting you out of there and under me as fast as possible. Was it a given?” he asked me without really asking. “No, but the way you looked at me and I looked at you that first time told me I had a shot. A good one. And I’m not going to apologize for takin’ it.”
He stopped playing with my hair and directed his gaze at mine. “If you’re asking if I make a habit out of fucking the women who come into my bar, the answer is no. I’m no Boy Scout, but I’m also not some horn dog kid looking to get laid every minute either. I’m thirty-five years old, not nineteen. And what that means is I’m old enough to know that when class and fuckin’ gorgeous comes my way, I’m not gonna to waste time. You get me, Lauren?”
“Yes, I get you. I guess.”
“You guess?” He stared down at me.
His stunningly masculine face hovered over mine, and I couldn’t help but admire the intelligence in his eyes as well. It was evident to me that his mind was always working.
“I have a feeling there’s a lot more to you than just sexy bad-boy biker, Jackson Sullivan.”
A deep, sonorous laugh ripped through the air as he dove down for a quick kiss, then offered a sexy growl against my neck, vibrating on my skin.
“Goddamn you’re fucking adorable, woman.” He grabbed both my hands and pinned them above me. “We’ll get to the talking soon enough, but right now, I want you to keep your arms and hands there. And don’t move them.” Then the amusement faded and a sultry darkness took over as he sucked on my bottom lip and the hollow of my neck. He cupped both breasts and went back and forth between my nipples, laving each until they pebbled and then pulling them deep into his mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my pussy. I went from wet to drenched with an ache that pulsed with my spiking heartbeat. I let out a low groan as my eyes rolled back and closed. He moved his way down my belly, licking and biting me along the way. When he got between my legs, he let out in a rough voice, “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me eat you.”
I slowly opened my eyes, barely, because I was so aroused I could hardly focus. He was still waiting, for what I didn’t know. I licked my lips and lifted my head from the pillow, in spite of it feeling so heavy.
“Jax. Please.”
His mouth twitched in this devilish way, which should have pissed me off but only served to turn me on even more, if that was possible. “Please what, baby? What do you want me to do to you?”
He was toying with me. I knew it but didn’t care, especially since he was using just the faintest touch from his fingertips up and down my inner thighs. I could also feel his breath against my sex as his mouth hovered barely an inch away.
“Please…please make me come with your tongue. I need it.”
A wicked smile played on his lips, and then he gave me what I wanted so desperately and licked and sucked my clit and folds until my legs were shaking and I was panting and moaning. I was soaring on the precipice of my orgasm as he quickened and slowed his pace over and over again. As torturous as it was to rise and fall within my pleasure, I couldn’t help but revel in the fact that this man was in no rush to make me come. He seriously enjoyed going down on a woman and didn’t view the act as a quick gateway to whatever he wanted. Eventually it was too much for me to take, and I begged him to take me over the edge. By the time I actually came, my insides were liquefied and I was seeing stars. I brought my arms down and rubbed my eyes until he grabbed both my hands and pulled me up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” I cried out, hating to move a muscle.
He held my ass with both hands, then thrust me up in his arms. “Wrap those legs around me and hold on.”
I tightened my grip with my entire body as he turned me around and then sat himself down on the armless bedroom chair I kept on the other side of the room. Now I was straddling him with his huge dick between us, already sheathed in a condom.
“When did you have a chance to—”
“When you were coming down from coming, baby. Now climb on and ride me. Ride me hard. I want to feel that hot pussy of yours clench around me.”
Even though I still felt boneless, my body nevertheless reacted to the sight of him in this carnal state, and I circled my fingers around him and guided his cock into my opening. Without waiting for me to adjust, Jackson grabbed my hips and pushed deep into me. I cried out as he impaled my body, and even though I had tears in my eyes, I was feeling glorious as I met his movements with equal force. I clawed my nails into his shoulders and fucked him with everything I had, squeezing his cock with my pussy while gyrating up and down his length to achieve the most friction and heat.
We stared at one another the entire time, with heavy-lidded gazes and no words. I can’t remember the last time I felt
so uninhibited. As I shimmied myself up and down his cock, my breasts bounced and perspiration formed across the surfaces of our skin. I was grinding myself deep, hitting that spot inside that was making me unravel.
“You’re getting close, babe,” he exclaimed in a rush. “I feel it. Come. Come for me, Lauren.”
With just a simple command, I came hard for him, letting out a moan emanating from the center of my being, and after a couple more thrusts, he followed me, both of us letting out a sound somewhere between a cry and a scream. I slowly let my breath go, closed my eyes, and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart pound.
Emotions flooded me unexpectedly, and I knew it was because I had let go with him in a way I had never been able to before. My nose started to sting and I took a couple of deep breaths to quell the tears in my eyes, but they came anyway.
I wanted to get up and hide, and I started to move, but Jackson tightened his arms around me like a vise and, without a word, pulled my face toward him. Since he had both my arms trapped within his hold, I couldn’t wipe away the couple of tears still on my cheeks. I looked away, feeling embarrassed about showing too much too soon.
“I’m sorry,” I blathered. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I feel so silly.”
Jackson didn’t say a word. He also didn’t seem freaked in the slightest by my reaction. Instead, he wiped my tears with his thumb and then placed it in his mouth, sucking on the end of his finger. I don’t know what his motivation was for doing that, but it moved me nonetheless, like he was absorbing my sorrows and, like a master alchemist, turning them into something shiny and new.
That thought scared me, especially since I had made a promise to myself to get serious and stop fucking around with good-time guys. And yet, everything between Jackson and me sure didn’t feel just like fun. It felt…real. But how could I have real with a guy like him, all smoldering looks and leather? Christ, I met him in a biker bar! I totally needed to get my head out of my ass. He probably just wants one more round before he takes off. This isn’t what it feels like. At least that’s what I kept saying to myself over and over again, like a bad mantra.
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