Keeping Her Forever

by Winter Sloane

  hard, a preview of how he’d fuck her merciless in bed. She kissed him

  back, hand on his chest, over the heart she was slowly making hers.

  Thrusting his tongue down her throat, he was pleased she

  sucked down on it. When he pulled away, her expression turned soft,

  fuckable. Jax couldn’t wait to strip her out of her clothes, see her on

  her knees, begging for his cock.

  “In the back,” he ordered, taking off her seat belt, then hers.

  What a contrast, he thought. Not long ago, those hazel eyes

  had widened in fear at the suggestion to go to the back. Now, her en-

  tire face lit up.

  “I intend to fuck you so hard you can barely walk in the morn-

  ing,” Jax said just to see her blush deepen.

  Oh, he’d do more than that. Like a dog marking its territory,

  Jax intended to make sure that by the end of the evening, her body

  would be his. Jax had done his share of waiting. Every day, he in-

  structed her to strip in front of him so he could assess the state of her body. She didn’t tell him off or tell him he was being a pervert. It had

  become one of their daily rituals, one he looked forward to, knowing

  that soon that tempting curvy body would be under his.

  ****

  Lia sat on the bed shyly, unsure of what to do next. Jax let her

  take the bed while slept in the driver’s seat, despite being the one who

  drove for long hours. Jax claimed he didn’t know the first thing about

  treating a woman right, but Lia had seen both the good and bad side

  of him.

  Little gestures like letting her have the bed until she healed

  completely was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for

  her. Dwayne treated her lower than dirt, but being around Jax made

  her feel like a queen. Never mind she was a broke, homeless woman

  and he was an ex-con who chose to be a trucker because he still

  couldn’t adapt to the real world.

  They suited each other. Oh, Lia knew she played with fire,

  that not many women could handle men like him. She could and in-

  tended to prove it. Spending time with Jax made her realize that may-

  be fate had led her to his truck for a reason.

  “What’s that smile for?” Jax asked, leaning against the seat,

  watching her intently.

  The open look of hunger on his face made her clench her legs.

  She remembered how every morning he’d command her to strip down

  to her underwear so he could see her injuries. It had been a hell of a

  tease for both of them.

  She suppressed a shudder. Lia didn’t want to act like the

  abused victim tonight. She didn’t want to see his pity, to see hesita-

  tion on his face, or let Jax wonder if he made a mistake to cross

  boundaries tonight. Lia wanted him to know that for all his claim

  about taking her as his prize, she chose this too. Chose him.

  Part of Lia had still been terrified he’d wake up one day and

  wonder was he doing with a broken mess of a woman. Lia had grown

  up knowing she wasn’t beautiful. She’d been the exact opposite of all

  those pretty, skinny girls in high school. Tits and ass—those were the

  only things the boys in high school saw, even Dwayne, but Jax looked

  at her differently.

  Jax seemed to want to own her, all of her, not just her body.

  Taking initiative, she peeled off her t-shirt. Cool air caressed

  her skin, raising goosebumps.

  “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about those tits. Come here.” His

  voice sounded harsh, edged with desire.

  Jax took off his shirt, unveiling hard, tanned, and inked mus-

  cle. She’d dreamed of running her fingers all over that firm expense

  of flesh many times, fantasized about him crushing his huge body

  against all her curves. Moisture flooded between her thighs. If Jax

  stripped off her her jeans, he’d find her panties wet.

  She stood only for Jax to yank her to him, fingers on the clasp

  of her bra. It fell at their feet. He banded one steel arm on her waist,

  pressing her close until her nipples brushed against his chest. She let

  out a breath, aware of him hooking his fingers into her belt loops.

  Jax took her mouth again, the kiss wet, hot, and demanding.

  Her core heated up and before she knew it, he yanked her pants, along

  with her underwear, down.

  “Why did you have to wear pants today?” he muttered with a

  growl.

  She helped him out, kicking her clothes to one side until she

  stood completely nude in front of him. Being with Dwayne, she’d

  grown to quickly hate her body. That asshole reduced her into an ob-

  ject, an empty fuck doll. Lia didn’t think she’d ever learn to love sex

  again but being with Jax changed that.

  He gave her a gentle shove toward the bed. She climbed on it,

  breath hitching as he joined her. The searing look in those faded blue

  eyes had scared her once, but not anymore. Jax grabbed her wrists,

  pinned them above her head. Strange how she was so aroused by that,

  how she welcomed his dominance.

  She trusted him, she realized with some shock. With Dwayne,

  she dreaded his painful touches, grew to hate and be repulsed by his

  hands on her. Despite Jax’s possessive hold and his rough grip on her

  wrists, she knew he’d never hurt her intentionally, that he would stop

  if she told him to.

  Spotting his feral expression, she wasn’t too sure about that

  last bit, but she no longer cared. A few kisses and touches, and he’d

  already turned her undone.

  Forming logical thoughts seemed hard to do, especially when

  he lowered his mouth to her left breast. Jax grazed her left nipple with

  his teeth, making her groan. He tongued the bud and sucked on it be-

  fore biting down hard. She groaned, liking his teeth marks on her

  skin.

  Transferring one hand over her wrists, he slipped the other be-

  tween her slick folds. She moaned as he thumbed her pussy lips, cir-

  cled her clit with his thumb. When he slipped one finger into her hole,

  she buckled, legs sliding close, but he nudged a knee between them.

  Another moan slipped from her lips, but he muffled her cry with an-

  other kiss, this one slow and sweet.

  “Mine,” he said, the word sounding guttural from his lips.

  “Yours,” Lia agreed.

  He pushed two fingers into her pussy now, keeping his thumb

  on the swollen bud of her clit. Every muscle in her body tensed. Her

  tits ached from his bite, but pleasure and pain merged into an uniden-

  tifiable mess that left her panting, incredibly aroused.

  He put his mouth to her neck, left another bite there. That did

  the trick. The pressure building inside her burst as she came all over

  his fingers. Lia was gone, mind floating in a sea of bliss, and he

  hadn’t even fucked her yet.

  Chapter Seven

  Seeing Lia’s eyelids flutter and her mouth part slightly as she

  came made his dick rock hard in seconds. Jax ached to be inside her.

  Soon, he told himself.

  “You haven’t—” she murmured.

  Jax didn’t let her finish. He flipped her to her hands and knees,

  palmed her ass. She shuddered, jumped on the bed when h

e gave that

  lush ass a swat. Jax couldn’t wait to rut her, to own that body and the

  bright, sharp mind that came with it.

  She sounded surprised as he grabbed a pillow and placed it

  under her belly. Lia rested her head on the mattress.

  “Ass in the air,” he ordered. Red spread from her cheeks to

  neck, but she did as he asked, pulled her knees close so her tits lay on

  the mattress and her ass was angled right at him.

  Jax smirked and gave her ass another smack. She moaned into

  the pillow. He pushed a finger past her folds again. She squirmed, but

  he held her legs in place, exposing her pink folds and tiny tempting

  asshole to his gaze. Jax decided he liked her this way, splaying herself

  to him, because she didn’t know it yet, but those gorgeously big tits,

  this ass, and her cunt—all of it belonged to him now.

  “Look at you, sweetheart. So wet and eager for me. Tell me

  how much you want my dick.”

  “I—it’s embarrassing.”

  Parting her ass cheeks, he blew at her puckered entrance.

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “No God here, sweetheart. Just us. Don’t be afraid of what

  you want. There’s no shame here. You understand?” Jax lowered his

  head and nipped at her pussy lips. She let out a wrangled cry as he

  slid a tongue inside her slick folds.

  “I don’t hear an answer,” he said, face still pressed close to her

  labia lips. Jax couldn’t wait to fill her up with his cum. Hell, he want-

  ed to go to sleep with his cum still trickling down her leg or maybe

  her tits marked with his jizz. His. She didn’t dispute his claim either.

  “I understand,” she managed.

  “Good girl.” He pulled his face away, positioned his dick at

  her entrance. Jax rubbed his pre-cum over her outer labia lips, still not plunging in. He rubbed her cunt back and forth, dick aching. “I don’t

  want any piece of rubber between us.”

  “I’m clean.” Then she rattled out that bitter laugh he didn’t

  like. “Dwayne had me tested. Didn’t want his customers to catch any-

  thing.”

  Just when his temper had frayed, rage rose inside him again,

  like an angry beast pacing its cage. This fucker certainly did a number

  on his woman. Jax wouldn’t tell her, but eventually, he planned on

  hunting this bastard down. He’d teach Dwayne a lesson he wouldn’t

  forget for the rest of his life.

  She moaned in answer. Taking that as assent, he gripped her

  hips and took her, sinking his cock all the way in her tight folds until

  he was balls deep inside her.

  “Fuck, so tight. Baby, you feel so good around me,” he said,

  blanketing his big body over hers to plant a kiss on the side of her

  neck. Jax could tell it caught her off-guard. Lia clutched at the sheets, said something under her breath.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “You’re so big.”

  “Be careful. You’ll inflate my ego.” Jax began to hammer in

  and out of her, strokes steady and slow at first until she begged him to

  go faster.

  He knew he wouldn’t last, though. His balls tightened against

  his body. It didn’t matter. Tonight had been all about reminding Lia

  that she belonged to him since the night she ran in front of his truck,

  and he had no plans of letting her go.

  ****

  Lia couldn’t believe this was really happening. From that dis-

  astrous incident at the bar and now this, Jax rutting her from behind

  like an animal. Her cheeks burned. God knew she liked it, loved being

  on the receiving end of his attentions. He told her not to be ashamed

  of her desires. That felt refreshing.

  Shame ate her every time Dwayne and his new friends were

  done with her. It seemed so natural to them, to hurl nasty names at

  her. Lia told herself they were only words, but the insults always got

  to her, put cracks into her soul.

  So different from Jax. Lia swore she’d stop drawing compari-

  sons from now on. Her sole focus was the man who was about to

  make her fly. She’d wanted this, wished for the two of them to con-

  nect on the most intimate level, because without realizing it, Lia had

  fallen fast and hard for Jax. He saved her but kept insisting he only

  did so because he wanted to bury his dick in her. Lia understood.

  A man like Jax didn’t know how to express his emotions, but

  she was certain he felt something more for her other than lust. Why

  else would he endure her presence when he could have dumped her

  right after buying her new clothes?

  Jax buried himself so deep in her, she had to remember to

  breathe. He felt so massive inside her, stretching her walls, but once

  he started hammering inside her, she forgot about the initial pain.

  Jax’s dick felt so good that she found herself meeting him for every

  thrust. With each entry, he went faster, deeper, seemingly capable of

  breaching her most intimate places.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

  God. That firm voice. Lia didn’t know she’d ever want to take

  orders from a man, but with Jax, she’d make an exception. She used

  one hand to rub her clit, back arching when his hips slammed against

  her, cock brushing against her sensitive spot. Jax focused on the spot

  repeatedly, his last push shattering the pressure building inside her.

  She orgasmed, mind shattering as she came all over his dick.

  Jax wasn’t done yet. After a few quick pumps, he pulled out.

  “On your back,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

  She lay back down, just in time for Jax to spray strings of his

  cum all over breasts. The pure savage look on his face reminded her

  of a triumphant conqueror. She curved her lips to a smile, limbs feel-

  ing completely languid.

  “You shouldn’t be looking at me like that, sweetheart,” he

  said, voice still harsh.

  “Like how, exactly?”

  Jax didn’t answer her. He searched for his jeans. His heart

  gave out a little. She didn’t want him to leave her after he got what he

  wanted.

  “I know you have a shipment to deliver, but can you hold me

  for a little while?” she asked, unsure what she’d do if he refused.

  Lia felt a little vulnerable, deliciously sore, but without anoth-

  er word, he slid next to her, draped that huge warm body over hers.

  Jax tugged her close to him, upper body against the curve of her back,

  her ass to his groin. He slipped a hand over her breast and gave it a

  squeeze.

  She moaned, snuggling closer to him. They should change the

  sheets, clean up, but maybe, she thought, they could do that a little

  later. Lia wanted to preserve this moment in her head. Tonight had

  been incredibly special to her. If she thought about sex, she no longer

  needed to think about Dwayne. All she needed to do was summon

  good memories with Jax.

  They lay like that for a while. She thought Jax must have

  dozed off, but he pressed his lips on her shoulder, tightened his grip

  on her.

  “Jax, what’s going to happen next?” Lia had to ask, hating

  herself instantly for ruining the moment.

  “What do you mean?” He ran his hands down her curves. Oh

  no. At this rate, she’d be putty in his hands. She let out a ragged

  breath when he slid a hand between her legs, as if he wanted to rein-

  sert that her pussy no longer belonged to her.

  “Like, what if you get tired of me? Will you tell me if that

  happens, if you no longer want me?” Lia cringed at how needy she

  sounded, but she needed to find out the answer. She wasn’t foolish

  enough to believe she could live out the rest of her life like this,

  trapped in limbo, uncertain of what the future would bring.

  “That will never happen.” Jax gave her clit a pinch. Her trai-

  torous body responded, her tits growing hard. She didn’t know why

  she rubbed herself on his hand. He let out a snarl, nipped at her shoul-

  der.

  Focus, she told herself, trying not to think about his talented

  fingers on her pussy, stroking her lips back and forth like a favorite

  pet.

  “You sound certain,” she said, breath ragged. Jax didn’t stop,

  merely continuing to play with her, occasionally giving her tits a tug.

  She squirmed, but he held her body in place. Trapped, but it wasn’t

  like she wanted to get free.

  “Sweetheart,” he drawled, breath warm against her earth. “The

  moment you climbed into my truck, you gave up the right to belong to

  anyone else. You’re mine now and I intend to keep you forever.”

  Her breaths hitched at those words. Heart in her throat, Lia

  couldn’t think of anything witty or sweet to say for a few moments

  except, “Okay.”

  Jax chuckled behind her, his laugh sexy, capable of melting

  her insides. “Did you really think I’ll just leave you somewhere?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “When you get all quiet, you

  become unpredictable.”

  He fell silent for a few moments, but unlike before when he’d

  brush a problem off, it seemed he only needed time to gather his train

  of thoughts. “You know why you matter to me, sweetheart? Why I

  can’t let you go, even though I know you deserve better?”

  Lia frowned, twisted in his arms so she could look at him. He

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