Jackson never wanted the kiss to end. She tasted so sweet, and her hair, damp from the shower, smelled like roses and lavender and something uniquely Mia.
He was breathing heavily when he pulled his lips back an inch and echoed her earlier words. “So you really, really love having sex with me, huh?”
“Like you didn’t already know that.”
“What do you love the most?” He planted his mouth on the side of her neck and sucked.
“Everything. I love everything you do to me.”
“You like the way I boss you around?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“And the way I make you come?”
“Definitely that.”
He pushed her back against the couch and reached for her waistband. “What about the way I eat your pussy? Do you like that?”
She shivered in anticipation. “Duh.”
He eased her yoga pants off her legs.
And discovered that she was completely nude underneath.
“No panties,” he muttered in approval. “Aren’t you a dirty girl.”
She laughed ruefully. “I can’t afford to wear underwear anymore. You keep ripping every pair I own.”
“Can’t help it.” He smacked a kiss right on her belly button. “I love your pussy so much I can’t bear to see it covered up all the time.”
He was slow and thorough, teasing her with featherlight licks to her clit and fleeting openmouthed kisses to her inner thighs. Her skin was so soft and silky that he couldn’t help but rub his stubble-covered cheek against it, leaving pink marks on her thighs before kissing his way back to his favorite place in the world.
When he captured her clit between his lips, she jerked on the couch and cupped his head to keep him in place. But he wasn’t going anywhere. He welcomed the tight grip in his hair and started licking with gusto, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet paradise. The second it speared her entrance, she cried out and rocked into the gentle thrusts with abandon.
“So good,” she burst out. “Keep doing that.”
He gave his woman what she wanted, fucking her with his tongue while his thumb feathered over her clit, but just as she reached the brink, he retreated, lifting his head so rapidly she groaned in disappointment.
He stood up and held out his hand. “C’mon, we need a bed.”
“Why?” Her eyes burned with impatience. “We seemed to be doing just fine on the couch!”
“You arguing with me, sugar?”
Her mouth snapped closed.
“That’s what I thought.”
Chuckling, he scooped her into his arms and marched toward the corridor. Mia started kissing his neck as he carried her to the bedroom, momentarily distracting him. He groaned when she sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then gave her bottom a sharp smack and deposited her on the bed.
“Enough teasing,” he said sternly.
The mattress bounced as she landed on it. She wasted no time parting her legs.
“Make me come,” she ordered.
A laugh rumbled out of his chest. “Someone’s bossy tonight.”
“And someone is a tease. You knew I was close and you purposely stopped.”
“I did indeed.” He licked his lips. “But that’s ’cause you’re not allowed to come yet.”
He walked over to the nightstand and opened the bottom drawer, while Mia craned her neck to try to see what he was getting.
“When am I allowed to come, then?” she demanded.
His hand emerged with a condom and a tube of lubrication. “When I’m balls-deep in your ass.”
Her swift intake of breath made him laugh again.
“Got a problem with that, baby doll?”
She shook her head, wide-eyed.
“Good. Now roll over.”
She shifted onto her hands and knees in an impressive display of speed. Grinning at her eagerness, Jackson started to undress. One-by-one, items of clothing fell to the floor, until finally he stood there naked, his erection rising to slap his abdomen.
“You don’t know how sexy you look right now.” His gaze swept over her, lingering on her firm, round buttocks.
Saliva filled his mouth, while a different kind of moisture seeped out of his cockhead. He reached down and rubbed the precome over his piercing, anticipation building in his balls.
After he’d sheathed himself, he slathered the condom with lube and climbed onto the bed so he could prepare Mia. She shuddered when he drizzled the warm lubrication between her ass cheeks.
“I’ve never done this before.” Her wobbly whisper echoed in the air.
“I know,” he said gruffly. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay?”
She exhaled slowly. “Okay.”
He teased her puckered hole with his fingers, getting them nice and wet before he slipped them through the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” they mumbled in unison, then laughed.
“You good, darlin’?” he asked in concern.
“Uh-huh. You?”
“Oh yeah. You’re so tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside.”
He pushed his fingers in and out, stretching her, getting her ready for a much thicker, much bigger intrusion.
Her soft moans told him she enjoyed every second of this, and when his fingers traveled south to explore her pussy, he discovered that she was wetter than ever.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he rasped. “I need you to relax for me.”
The moment his erection prodded her ass, he felt her tense up instinctively.
Jackson stroked her lower back. “Relax and breathe, Mia.”
She took a breath, and he saw the tension leave her body like air seeping out of a deflating balloon. This time he managed to get the tip in, just a small, erotic inch that brought a fierce groan to his lips. Lord, it felt like a hot vise around his dick. He pushed in deeper, and her muscles clamped around him even tighter. His cock started throbbing like a motherfucker, engorged to the point of bursting.
He was never gonna survive this. The pleasure was too unbearable.
Slow and steady, he worked himself inside. Caressing her hips, murmuring encouragement, stopping every few seconds to give her time to adjust. By the time he was buried to the root, his chest was soaked in sweat and his balls ached as if he’d been celibate for twenty years.
“Feels good,” she whispered. “Go faster now.”
He drew his hips back, plunged in again and almost lost his load. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “This is gonna be fast. I’m dying here.”
The evil woman took that as permission to bear down on him, and the tip of his cock dang near blew right off. Screw it. There was no way to pace himself, no possibility for a nice, slow ride. As stars floated in front of his eyes, he began to fuck her tight hole with fast strokes that made the entire bed shake.
Her moans bounced off the walls, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life. Somehow, despite the white haze drugging his senses, he managed to reach beneath her so he could strum her clit with his fingers.
The second he made contact, she reared like a filly in heat and came hard.
And just like that, he was a goner—her full-body orgasm sent him right over the edge.
His pulse roared in his ears as red-hot pleasure consumed his body, sizzling him from head to toe until he was nothing but a limp, sweaty mess unable to support his own weight.
He wasn’t sure how long it took for the body-numbing sensations to ebb. Minutes. Hours, maybe. All he did know, as he rolled them over some time later and held her tight, was that this woman was his. They belonged together.
And sooner or later, he was going to make her see it.
12
“Okay, here’s the next one—Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Aniston and Jennifer Lopez,” Cash said from the driver’s seat of his black Ford Escape.
Dylan, who was sandwiched in the back between Seth and Mia’s sleeping brother, piped up with a grin. “Easy. I’ll field this one. I’d fuck J-Law, m
arry J-An and kill J-Lo.”
In the passenger seat, Jackson cringed as yet another F-bomb was dropped. Though it wasn’t much of a surprise considering they were playing a game called Fuck, Marry, Kill.
He really didn’t like exposing Mia’s little brother to his filthy-mouthed buddies, but fortunately Danny was sound asleep, eyes shut and head resting on the window.
Jackson still wasn’t sure why Danny had decided not to ride up to Irvine on the bus with his teammates. When the kid had asked if he could drive up with Jackson and the guys, who’d all demanded to come along, Jackson had readily agreed. He got the distinct feeling that Danny had something on his mind—the teenager had started half a dozen conversations this past week, only to clam up before revealing what he’d wanted to talk about in the first place.
Jackson wondered if it had something to do with Mia and Danny’s mother, but so far, the kid wasn’t sharing. He’d hoped that Danny might open up during the drive, but the boy had fallen asleep within minutes of sliding into the backseat.
“That’s your answer? Really?”
Jackson glanced over to see Cash furrowing his dark eyebrows as he questioned Dylan’s response.
“I’d do that completely differently,” Cash said. “Marry J-Law, fuck J-Lo and kill J-An.”
In the rearview mirror, Jackson saw Dylan’s jaw fall open. “How dare you. Do you realize how much Jennifer Aniston has suffered? The woman is a saint and she deserves a big fat ring on her finger.”
“If you say so.” Cash rolled his eyes before focusing back on the road.
Rather than take the freeway straight up to Irvine, Cash had decided to treat them to the scenic route, though Jackson suspected it was just an excuse for the guy to use the new fancy-pants navigation system he’d installed in the SUV last month.
“This game sucks,” Seth griped. He was sitting next to Dylan in the backseat. “It’s more fun when you actually know the people involved.”
“Fine.” Jackson lifted one eyebrow in challenge. “Here’s one for you, smartass. Jen, Claire and Holly.”
“I swear to God, Masterson,” Cash said in a warning tone, “if you choose to kill my girlfriend, I’ll break your fucking neck.”
“And I’ll choke you out if you pick Claire,” Dylan added ominously. “For any of them.”
“You win, Texas,” Seth said darkly. “I can’t answer that.”
Jackson had to laugh. “Coward.”
“Oh come on, like you’d have the balls to make a choice?”
“I’d marry ’em all,” Jackson said solemnly. “Because they’re all wonderful, upstanding women who deserve to be worshipped.”
Dylan nodded in approval. “Good answer, bro.”
“I thought so.”
“How about this one?” Seth challenged. “Me, Dylan and Cash. Go.”
Jackson twisted around to smirk at the dark-haired SEAL. “Easy. I’d fuck Cash, marry Dylan and kill you.”
“Ha ha.” Seth flipped up his middle finger. “And FYI, you ungrateful bastard? I would’ve picked you to marry.”
“Who would you have killed then?” Cash asked curiously.
“Sorry, man.”
Cash looked outraged. “Me?”
“What can I say? I suspect Dylan gives really good head,” Seth replied.
“I do,” Dylan confirmed. “Aidan can vouch for that.”
“Wait—what?”
The disruption came from Mia’s brother, whose eyes had flown open to reveal a look of surprise.
Jackson turned to glower at the kid. “Ah, for chrissake, you’ve been awake this whole time?”
Danny offered an impish smile. “Kinda.”
Great. Mia would murder him if she knew he’d allowed her brother to eavesdrop on a convo involving fucking and killing female celebrities.
Some role model he was.
“Not a word about this to your sister,” he told Danny, shooting him an I-mean-business glare. “And pretend you never heard any swearing.”
“You got it.” The teenager glanced at Dylan, his expression lined with hesitation and undeniable curiosity. “Are you gay?”
Dylan donned a deadly scowl. “So what if I am, homophobe?”
Danny immediately backpedaled. “What? No! I’m not a homophobe! I don’t care about that kind of stuff, seriously, I don’t. I mean, if a guy wants to do another guy, then why shouldn’t—”
“Relax, kid,” Dylan interrupted with a laugh. “I’m just messing with you. And to answer your question, I’m not gay. I’m bi.”
“Oh. Cool, I guess. So that means you—”
Pop!
A loud noise rocked the SUV, bringing a curse to everyone’s lips.
Panic flooded Danny’s eyes. “What happened?”
“Tire blew,” Seth answered grimly.
Cash effortlessly steered onto the gravel shoulder of the road, his features glittering with annoyance. “Goddamn it. This is just what we need.”
“Are we gonna miss the kickoff?” Danny sounded even more panicked now.
Jackson glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “Nah, we’ll be fine. It’s only six. Kickoff isn’t ’til seven thirty. We’ll make it.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Dylan assured the young quarterback. “We’re only twenty minutes away. We’ll change the tire quick-fast and be driving again in no time.”
“Come on, let’s do this shit.” Cash flicked on the emergency blinkers, then hopped out and slammed the door behind him.
Stifling a sigh, Jackson got out and rounded the vehicle, loitering near the trunk as Cash opened the compartment that housed the spare tire.
A very loud, very angry expletive roared out of Cash’s mouth.
“What’s up?” Frowning, Seth drifted closer and peered into the trunk. “Aw, shit. Are you fucking kidding me, McCoy?”
As everyone crowded around to sneak a peek, Jackson finally released that sigh. The spare tire was flat.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Dude, you’re a United States Navy SEAL,” Seth taunted. “How could you leave the house without checking your spare?”
“I checked it a few days ago,” Cash retorted. “And it was just fine.”
“Clearly not, idiot.”
Mia’s brother raked his hands through his hair, looking upset. “Should we call roadside assistance?”
Every man wrinkled his brow.
“What for?” Cash asked in bewilderment.
“Um, to get a tow to a garage so we can fix the tire?”
Cash shrugged. “We passed a body shop a while back.”
“But that was like six miles ago.”
“Kid, you’re with four guys who can run a four-minute mile. We can get there and back in less than an hour, change the flat, and be at the Irvine field long before kickoff.”
“We?” Seth echoed. “Dream on, bro. Your car, your fault. Later, McCoy.”
Cash’s hopeful blue eyes shifted to Dylan. “Wade, wanna come along?”
“Yeah, right. See ya, Cash.”
“Texas?”
“Heck no.”
Cash’s broad shoulders sagged in defeat. Sighing, he shrugged out of his long-sleeve shirt and tossed it to Dylan. “Here, put this in the car. I don’t want it to get all sweaty.”
“Holy crap, you’re ripped,” Danny said in awe, his gaze fixed on Cash’s chest.
“And stalling,” Seth added. “Move your ass, McCoy.”
“Fuck. Fine.”
The four of them watched as Cash took off in the direction they’d come from, his scuffed-up Timberlands kicking up dust and gravel as he sprinted away.
“Is he really going to run twelve miles?” Danny exclaimed.
Jackson laughed. “Nah, probably just the six. I’m sure he’ll be able to catch a ride back with someone at the shop.”
They wandered to the side of the vehicle that wasn’t facing the road. As Jackson and Dylan leaned against the SUV, Seth reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Cam
els.
Danny eyed the black-haired man in disapproval. “You smoke cigarettes?”
“No, I just hold them in my hand to look cool,” Seth cracked as he lit up a smoke and blew a cloud into the early evening air.
The sun hadn’t fully set yet, but it was dipping closer and closer to the horizon, giving the sky a pinkish-yellow glow and reflecting off the orange grove that dominated the landscape about a hundred yards from their car.
They waited around in silence for a few minutes—Seth smoking, Dylan checking his phone, Jackson worrying. Because if he didn’t get Danny to the game on time, Mia would be furious at him. Heck, he’d be furious at himself. He genuinely liked the kid, and he wanted nothing more than for Danny to have a long and successful football career.
But Danny didn’t seem to have football on the brain as he approached the three SEALs, his body language conveying nervous reluctance.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
Here we go again.
Jackson suppressed a groan. He’d been dancing this same dance with the boy for days, so he knew all the moves by now.
“Of course,” he said aloud, all the while praying that Danny would finally spit out whatever was on his mind.
“It’s kinda personal.”
“Do you want us to leave?” Dylan offered, already starting to move away.
“Nah, it’s cool if you guys stay.” The teen shifted his feet. “Uh, anyway…”
They waited.
He didn’t continue.
Jackson let out the groan he’d been holding back. “Seriously, kid, you’ve gotta stop doin’ that. Just say it alrea—”
“Angie and I are going to have sex this weekend!”
The outburst was followed by crashing silence.
Tread very, very lightly, the voice in Jackson’s head warned.
Shit. He should’ve known this had something to do with sex. Danny was a sixteen-year-old kid with no father figure, and as much as the boy loved his sister, Jackson knew Danny wouldn’t feel comfortable discussing such an awkward topic with her.
“Okay. Well.” He cleared his throat. “Have you ever slept together before?”
Danny shook his head.
“Have you ever done it at all?”
Another quick shake.
“Okay.” Discomfort climbed up his spine. “Uh…shit, Danny. I can’t give you advice about sex. Your sister would strangle me.”
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