“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled between long, sensuous licks of her skin from ear to shoulder. “Can you hear that, baby? That’s all you.”
She moaned. He pulled his fingers from her wet depths and brought them up to her mouth. “Suck it off and tell me what you taste like.”
Brynn was on fire, her pussy aching without his touch. Drawing his fingers deep into her mouth, she sucked them with wild abandon, enjoying the tang of her arousal.
“How do you taste, baby? Do you like it?”
“Mmmm. More,” she groaned.
He laughed and went back to her pussy, this time being a lot more aggressive as he pumped her over and over. There was something about their positions that turned her to jelly. With his big hand inside her panties invading her flesh while his heavy breath tickled her ear, Brynn was approaching an epic meltdown.
She grabbed blindly at the hand still leisurely hanging on the back of the sofa and tried to make him fondle her t-shirt covered breasts. “Put your hand on me Jax. Please.” She was panting with need and desperate for his touch.
He swatted her hand away and ‘tsked, tsked’ in her ear with a wicked chuckle. “No topping from the bottom, baby. You want me to keep my fingers in your pussy?”
She sobbed and bit her lip. Writhing out of control and shaking head to toe. “Yes, yes.”
“I decide if there’s more. Understand?”
“Jax,” she groaned.
“Understand?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” She didn’t miss the warm praise in his voice.
Relief choked her breath when he finally reached under her t-shirt and yanked on her bra. For the second time he literally ripped it off her as she shuddered with want. Pulling it from inside her shirt he growled, “Here, hold this,” as he pressed it into her hand.
While he pinched her hard nipples through the shirt he kept his other hand inside her panties, furiously fingering her. Brynn heard a keening, husky cry rumble up from her chest.
Jax pushed her shirt up and began kneading one sensitive breast and then the other. “Is that what you wanted, love?”
She couldn’t answer, she could only moan and shake. In the next instant she had his fingers inside her mouth again as she slurped and sucked on the thick wetness he brought from her body. Her hips bucked wildly as she ground her ass on his hardness.
When his hand returned to her pussy she turned her face toward him in a silent plea for his kiss. He didn’t hesitate, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth mimicking what his fingers were doing inside her. The other hand squeezed her breast as she started to lose her grip on reality.
“The taste of your arousal on your tongue is so fucking sexy Brynn,” he groaned. “Grind that beautiful ass, babe. Make me want to fuck you. That’s what you need, isn’t it? My hard cock deep inside you.”
Brynn’s toes curled at his suggestive words. She loved his dirty talk. She wanted to hear more. Her answering whimpering spoke for her.
“I love you, baby girl. I want to give you everything. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
Oh fuck. Her heart melted. “Jax,” she grunted. “I just want you,” she sobbed as an orgasm started to light up her nerve endings. Her legs were trembling, and she was squirming, desperate for all of him.
“Come for me my sweet love. Come for me. Coat my fingers with your honey. Scream if you need to. Let me hear your pleasure.”
He was thrusting his fingers deep while his thumb tapped and circled her pulsing clit. Tugging on a distended nipple he growled in her ear. “My cock aches for you baby.”
That did it. A rush of emotion hit her like a tidal wave as pleasure built upon pleasure and her pussy exploded with strong contractions that made her cry out. A gush of heated wetness flooded onto his hand. Brynn had the sensation of being in a trance as her mind was wiped clean of everything except the staggering climax overtaking her.
Grunting like an animal and bucking her hips, she forced her pussy onto his fingers. Every muscle in her body stiffened, quivered, and shook as if a bomb went off inside her. Brynn flew higher and higher until sweet oblivion wrapped her in its arms and she hung suspended in a state of drugged euphoria.
When she felt awareness seeping back into her senses, she heard a soft murmuring next to her ear. Both of Jax’s strong arms were wrapped tight around her and her legs, which felt like jelly, hung limp and useless against his calves.
His soft words brought her back from wherever she’d gone. “You come like an angel. A wicked, sexy angel. That’s not just sex when I touch you like that baby. That’s me loving you.”
Brynn couldn’t open her eyes. She felt boneless but every single fiber of her being was throbbing. All she could do was move her head, which she nuzzled against the side of his face.
“I love you,” she whispered.
His arms tightened around her, and she heard him sigh. “Oh God, Brynn.”
She found the strength to reach her arm up and wrap it around his head with her hand splayed on his skull. “Terrified what that means, baby, but I do. I love you.”
She let his ragged grunt seep into her senses, and she felt their positions changing. He laid her onto the sofa, reverently and with such gentle care, she moaned. He slid his hands under her t-shirt and pushed it up and over her head. Latching his mouth onto her hardened nipples one by one, over and over, Brynn sighed at the beauty of it.
His shirt followed hers as he hovered over her, his eyes burning with a lusty desire that held her in their heated gaze. He removed her panties next then took the tattered bra she had somehow managed to keep in her grasp and tossed them to the floor.
When he stood to unbuckle his pants, she watched transfixed as the zipper lowered and he shoved his jeans and briefs down his huge muscular thighs. When his erection sprang free she groaned and reached for him with both hands. His cock was so beautiful, so manly and strong. Jutting straight out with desire for her, she stroked it; in awe of the heat coming off him and the way his flesh throbbed under her unpracticed touch.
He threw back his head and groaned while Brynn caressed him with increasing fervor. It was true. She loved this man—this complicated, demanding man—who had invaded her senses and her world in such a way that she couldn’t imagine her life before him. This was right. She was sure of it.
“I want you inside me, Jax,” she moaned. “I need to feel you deep, hard.”
He looked almost pained at her desperate plea, but he pushed his big hands under her ass and lifted, opening her to his possession.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Look at me while I take you.”
His mighty cock pressed against her entrance, and she gasped. He felt so big, so overwhelming. She reached for his muscular arms and held on tight, preparing for that first thrust.
“You know, don’t you baby? Know I can’t help myself. When you look at me like that, I just need to be inside you. Now.”
Jax lunged forward and sent his cock plunging deep. She cried out and shook. It was the sort of possession that was savage and without mercy. From there it got wild and out-of-control. He sank into her over and over with a fierce pounding that made her tremble all the more.
He kept his eyes glued to hers. She saw the effort of his thrusts etched on his taut face, the burning desire reaching out to her from his soul. It frightened her, the power and intensity of it. He never slowed. Never faltered. She was being crushed beneath the power of his thundering hips. Her pussy throbbed and clutched at his cock. She never looked away. She wanted him to see what he was doing to her. She wanted him to know.
He grunted. It was so primitive she answered with soft whimpers that seemed to spur him on. “Love me Brynn. Don’t hold back. Love me baby.”
Her body responded by fisting around his, milking him in desperate contractions that ripped her apart as an all-consuming ecstasy claimed her. “I love you,” she moaned. “I love you.” Her fingers dug into the skin on his arms.
Jax got a wild, intense look in his eyes. Plunging without mercy he growled, “I’m going to come inside you baby. This—” he groaned “—this is what you do to me.”
She pulled her knees back and answered his pounding thrusts. He pushed her so high she screamed or maybe that was just the sound she heard in her head as his cock thickened and swelled until she thought it was ripping her apart.
His eyes burned, flared, and then shot showers of golden sparks into her astonished gaze while she splintered into a million pieces.
He roared, “Fuck!” and went at her with a devastating series of hard, deep thrusts. His cock pulsed wildly inside her. She started to cry. It was so unbelievably beautiful. His hands gripping her hips were going to leave marks, but she didn’t care. Hell, she wanted to wear the signs of his possession where only they could see them.
He arched and shuddered as his balls emptied. Watching him fall apart through half-shut eyes, the vision of Jax mindless, lost inside her, was just so overwhelming. Somehow, Brynn knew whatever had passed between them before was child’s play compared to this. Her life was never going to be the same. She surrendered completely and let the storm of sensations and emotions battering her body and soul sweep her away.
Eventually, when the raging tempest had passed, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her sweat-covered neck and murmuring how much he adored her. Told her over and over how he’d never let her regret giving herself to him. She drifted, blissful and sated, clutching him to her with shaking hands.
Jax hadn’t intended on taking her so brutally. Nor had he figured they’d be doing it on the fucking sofa. He liked to imagine he had some control over his body, but the trembling woman pinned underneath his bulk pretty much destroyed that assumption. He thought he’d tease her a bit, give her a throbbing orgasm, and hopefully wring a confession of her true feelings out of her. He hadn’t counted on what hearing her say ‘I love you’ would do to him.
The moment the shaky words left her mouth he couldn’t get inside her fast enough—couldn’t claim her completely enough. Something uncivilized and primal burst to life when she’d surrendered and all he could do was answer the call. Had his dick ever been that big before, that quick to react? Jesus Christ. This woman was making him feel things and experience emotions he’d thought were bullshit until now.
They were still joined intimately, and he was more than just a little reluctant to abandon the warmth and comfort of her soft body. If it was possible, Jax would have preferred to stay as they were—possibly forever—but he worried it was too much for her, especially since he was essentially dead weight in the aftermath of the stunning climax that robbed him of his senses. His only regret, if that was what you wanted to call it, was that he’d once again abandoned his softer side at the damn door and claimed his woman with a ferocity that shook him to his core. Where the hell had all that come from and how the fuck was he supposed to control the raw carnality of his response when she gave herself to him so completely?
Jax felt like a complete and utter dick when he pulled out of her, and she reacted with a deep moan, then whimpered and closed her legs. When her hands fell away from his body, one covered her mound as if protecting it from his savage desires and the other covered her eyes.
Oh holy fuck. What had he done? Falling to his knees at the edge of the sofa, he gathered her in a clumsy embrace and buried his face in her neck. “Baby, baby,” he groaned. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
A deep, untamed growl rumbled up from her chest, startling him with its intensity. “Why would you think that?” she asked with that husky voice that rendered him helpless. “Don’t you know, Jax? Can’t you see that what you do to me—it’ll never be enough.”
“What?” he asked.
She shoved against his embrace, loosening his arms, then pushed him down onto the floor where she leapt on his trembling body. He was somewhere between stunned and losing his grip on whatever sanity he had left when her mouth began licking, kissing, sucking, and biting all over his face, neck, and torso.
His Brynn was like a wild woman, devouring his flesh with her lips and teeth as her hands stroked him with a fevered touch that sent him reeling. “I want you again, baby,” she groaned against his skin. “Need you…”
Whoever said it took a good half hour for the male body to recover and respond again hadn’t counted on what it felt like to lay on the floor while a desperate female determined to arouse your body had her way. His dick sprang back to life, taking all the blood in his brain and most of the oxygen from his lungs.
When her mouth licked his cock clean from their previous coupling, he roared with renewed desire, grabbed her hair and aided the wild sucking with a fierce possessiveness that emptied his mind. She never even so much as hesitated as he pushed her head down forcing his sex into her mouth over and over. The sounds she made, his response—it was raw, animalistic, and beyond anything his civilized mind could comprehend.
All of a sudden she reared back, frantically straddling him with a wild, feral gleam in her eyes, and impaled herself on his throbbing dick with a ferocious grunt. She leaned over him slamming her hands on the floor beside his head, her breasts swinging with every movement.
There were simply no words to describe what came next. She rode him with frenzied abandon, crying out her pleasure, taking him hard and deep. It became so wild and off-the-fucking-hook that all Jax could do was grip her thighs and hold on tight. It was like she was possessed and nothing had ever seemed so exquisitely beautiful or mesmerizing in his life.
The slap, slap, slap of her pussy against his flesh as she surged over and over invaded his senses. He could feel her sweet, hot fluids dripping onto his balls as her magnificent tits rubbed against his chest. But it was her eyes and the look on her face that really undid him. She was caught in a sensual thrall that drew him in until he was so completely lost inside her—he was sure her soul touched his.
She grabbed his face and kissed him between grunts, impaling her lusciousness on him until the only thing left was the strength of her inner muscles contracting fiercely around his pulsing hardness. Reflex took over, his hips bucking forcefully up into her as she plunged on his cock. When his mind registered the orgasm rippling through her and felt it along the length of his shaft, he grabbed her hips and slammed her hard—once, twice, a third time—as he exploded inside her. Her response was a gushing flood that leaked from her body, drenching them both.
This time it was she who collapsed on top of him, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as deep, wrenching sobs tore from her throat. Jax wrapped her tight in his embrace, lying there completely spent on the damn floor, and waited for her to calm.
It struck him quite forcefully in those quiet moments that what they were doing was sheer insanity. Some force more powerful than either of their commonsense had them in its voracious clutch. Fuck, they weren’t playing with fire. This was a raw, uncontrollable volcanic eruption, an unprotected one, that he was pretty goddamn sure was going to come back and bite them both on the ass.
THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS went by uneventfully as they basically tiptoed around each other, neither of them willing to discuss what had happened, as they each went about their business as if nothing was different.
Brynn took care of the day-to-day bakery tasks while Jax pushed ahead with the work at the house. There had been one telling moment that stood out when he’d unveiled the finished downstairs half-bath with its unique pocket doors and clever storage hidden behind raised-panel wainscoting. She’d been delighted and reacted like an excited kid on Christmas morning—jumping in and out of the tiled corner shower with the clear glass surround. On a whim he’d had the words ‘get naked’ placed in script vinyl on the door that made her laugh and giggle.
When talk of the work that was to begin on the upstairs master en suite came up, she became glum and sullen. It took him a good few minutes to figure out just what the hell that was all about.
“Honey, don’t worr
y. Your grandmother knew you were kidding about walking away from Wilde House.”
“Was I?” she responded with a wistful murmur that tore at his heart. This whole thing with her family was a fucking mess. Jax wanted to concentrate on them and figuring out a future but the cloud of Bryanna Wilde’s matriarchal fuckery was hanging over their heads like the Sword of Damocles.
Ever since her grandmother’s kamikaze visit and Brynn’s ensuing meltdown, he’d been walking on eggshells with her emotionally. He barely set foot in the loft having all but moved into her bedroom where she clung to him every night and whispered words of love that were never spoken in the light of day. It was one hell of a weird position to be in.
Amy, God bless her, acted like nothing untoward had happened, cheerily running the shop and helping out with Terry and Sue’s mentoring like a gold-star champ. She started deferring to Jax’s unspoken authority, which earned her a raised eyebrow or two from Brynn, but for the most part the daily comings and goings at the bakery and in the tearoom were little more than scenery.
He’d even met Amy’s husband who turned out to be a mild-mannered country boy who clearly adored his wife and kids. He’d stopped by the shop one day while their toddler son was with his granny, bringing their five-year-old Belle for a visit, who Brynn doted on with gleeful relish. It had been amusing to watch as her big sister tendencies sprang to life when she surreptitiously passed cookies and cinnamon bites to the precocious little girl. Seeing her like that and trying not to imagine Brynn as a mother was a lost cause.
Always in the background of Jax’s mind was a neon calendar that ticked off the days since he’d first met Brynn. In a short period of time they’d found each other, gotten naked with supersonic speed, crashed headfirst into a couple of emotional crises—one of his that she was a part of and another that he managed to contain and one hers and finally settled into this weird limbo. Four life-altering years in the military hadn’t changed his life as much as Brynn had in such a short amount of time.
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