Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I’m losing it.
But, at the same time, I feel like I’m finding it.
With Jax in my car with me, his pine and masculine cologne scent filling my car, all is right in my world. Soon, I’ll have him in my bed, too.
It’ll always be my bed and not my life with Jaxson Bell. I’d seen it written all over his face earlier at the club. When he realized Cato caught us, his face turned pale white and his eyes frantically searched the dance floor as though people were waiting nearby to catch him being gay.
I should have walked away right then.
It would have been the smart thing to do.
Rather than leaving him, I invited him home. I can’t undo my choice now, nor do I want to. I’m desperate to strip him down and make love. I’ve missed him so fucking much.
The drive to the B&B is completely silent. Neither of us utters a word. Sexual tension and unspoken words are the only energy buzzing between us. By the time I shut off my vehicle, I’m eager to exit the car and breathe in the cold, invigorating air.
“Shelly’s out and Callan’s probably in his room,” I say to him, anticipating his fear of being caught without him having to say it.
“Okay,” he mutters.
He follows me inside and I shut the door. We take off our coats, hanging them on the rack. His hand finds mine, linking our fingers together. The warmth of his touch soothes my battered heart. My chest aches, but I ignore it as I lead him to my bedroom. I’ve barely shut the door before he’s on me, ripping on my shirt, sending buttons flying. I greedily tug at his Henley, needing to see every sculpted muscle on his perfect body his shirt has been teasing at all evening.
“Off,” I rasp against his lips as I pull up his shirt.
He allows me to peel it off him before he’s back to ridding me of my dress shirt. I fumble at his jeans with one hand as I shake out of my shirt on the other arm. His lips find my neck, sucking and nibbling. Groaning, I run my fingers through his gelled hair. He undoes my slacks and the moment his large hand slides beneath my boxers to grip my dick, I fucking whimper.
“I missed you so goddamn much,” he murmurs. “So goddamn much.”
“Take your pants off,” I bark out. “I need you inside me.”
He growls, yanking my pants and boxers down my thighs. While I shed the rest of my clothes, he kicks off his boots and strips down to his socks. I smirk at the sight of his hot, glorious self standing in nothing but a pair of black socks.
His lips kick up in amusement. “What?”
“You’re going to fuck me in your socks, Sheriff?”
“My feet are cold as fuck, big city man. Hell yeah, I’m going to fuck you in my socks.”
Warmth fills my entire being. The guys I’ve been with in the past have all been pretty boys, obsessed with their appearance and style. Jaxson is a hot, small town dork, but I’ve never known anyone so fucking sexy in all my life.
As though he can read my mind, he grabs the back of my neck, hauling me to him for a searing kiss. The kiss is frantic and urgent, as we attempt to make up for lost time. He breaks away only long enough to grab the lube and a condom from the bedside drawer.
“On the bed,” he commands. “I want to kiss you while I fuck you.”
“There’s the boring missionary sheriff I know and love.”
I freeze at my choice of words. His eyes flash, clearly catching me and reading more into them than I meant them.
I don’t love him.
I don’t love him.
I don’t.
Escaping his penetrating stare, I climb onto the bed and flop onto my back, spreading my thighs to make room for him. My dick bounces against my stomach, dripping with pre-cum. He prowls after me, tossing the condom beside me. Kneeling between my parted legs, he pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers before sliding them along my crease and seeking out my hole.
“I missed this,” he rumbles, gently pushing against the tight flesh. “Being inside you.” His finger pushes all the way in, causing me to burn in a delicious way. “I love being inside your ass. I love when you’re inside mine. I love…” His dark eyes bore into me.
Closing my eyes, I escape his stare. He gets my attention, though, when he presses another finger inside me, stretching me to accommodate the intrusion. His fingers dive and twist as he readies me to take his dick.
“I need you,” I rasp out. “No more teasing. Just fuck me, Jax.”
His fingers slide out. He quickly tears open a condom, rolling it on over his dick, and then the thick crown of his cock pushes into me. My eyes fly open as he inches forward. All of his chest, shoulders, and bicep muscles bulge as he holds himself above me.