“I believe you,” she said.
“Believe what?” I asked, burying my nose in her hair. I got that familiar scent of citrus and closed my eyes when a hint of spring made me feel nostalgic again. I remembered a day as a kid, walking through the orange groves with my family, and we were all happy, smiling, and it was spring. Quinn’s scent always took me back to that day, and it made me remember times filled with love when life was easier.
“I believe you didn’t kill Tracy.”
I sat up and fell to the floor on my knees and then pushed my way between her legs. I untangled our hands and cupped her jaw instead. For the first time in ten years, my lashes were wet. I could count on one hand the number of times I let emotions get the best of me: I cried when my parents died, when Tracy died, and in this moment. “Say it again because I don’t know if I heard you right the first time.” My thumb brushed away the wetness on her cheek, and her hand held mine against her face.
She shut her eyes, leaning into me and soaking up my touch like a sponge. Drops of tears formed on her lashes like rain, waiting to fall, but they hung there, filling to the brim until they burst.
“I believe you, Jaxon. I have always known. I’ve always known,” she started to sob. “I always knew, but I let fear and Brian control me because it was easier. I know you did not do it. I feel it.” She took our hands and placed them over her heart. “Right here. I have known all along, but I spent ten years with a man that bashed you every day, and I believed him. Being around you, it’s reminded me of who you are and what you are capable of, but I know you aren’t capable of killing someone you care about, especially someone like Tracy. God, Jaxon. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I don’t deserve for you to love me when I’ve done nothing to earn it. I’m so fucking sorry I abandoned you when you needed me.” Her words were hard to hear since she cried so hard, but I was able to make them out.
I brushed my hand through her hair and closed my eyes, thanking whatever god, whatever devil, whatever high power that allowed her to come to this realization. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for believing in me.” I pressed my lips against hers, gentle and soft. I didn’t want to rush this moment. I thought about us reuniting for the past ten years. It started to feel like a silly dream, one that I could never obtain, but here I was, kissing the lips of the woman that had owned me for nearly half of my fucking life.
I tasted her tears; the salt and regret were like a familiar taste of poison. They were addicting, something that could kill me if I wasn’t careful, but I didn’t care. I had been dying languidly over the years and having her lips against me again made me feel like there was a reason to this life. I had been living in a damn veil, a fogged mind, waiting for her to come back to me.
The fog has lifted, and I can think clearly again.
Without unlocking our lips, I picked her up by her thighs, and she tightened her legs around my hips. I didn’t need to watch where I was going. I knew this house better than I knew the wrinkles on my palm. Her lips pried mine open, giving me teasing circles of her mouth before her tongue flicked out to trace the seam of my mouth. I groaned as she kissed me how she wanted to, taking what she needed
Our past couldn’t compare to what was happening between us now. We had hit the reset button. Everything felt new, as if I had never kissed her before. My heart was a gavel hitting my chest with every glide of her lips. She was unknown territory all over again, and I couldn’t wait to explore the ways she had changed.
“Open the bedroom door, baby,” I murmured against her mouth, and her nails scratched down my ribs before reaching around me and pushing the door open.
Once we stepped over that threshold, all bets were fucking off.
Chapter Sixteen
Quinn
Jaxon took a step back into the bedroom, and darkness engulfed us. A thud told me he kicked the door shut, then he fell against the wall, kissing me like our lives depended on it. He sucked the air right out of my lungs, and all that was left to breathe was him. We fumbled in the darkness, completely new to touching each other’s bodies as my hands roamed his chest, and his palms squeezed my ass, more tentative than I thought he’d be.
The room soaked in our moans and grunts as we moved throughout the room. He rolled us until my back hit the wall and rutted his hardness between my thighs, pressing against my clit in the most delicious way. My back arched from the wall, and I pushed against his fat crown for more. I needed more.
The callouses on his fingers scratched across my inner wrist, wrapping the thick digits around my fragile bone as he pinned my arms against the wall. The only leverage that kept me around his waist was from my legs wrapped around his hips and my back against the wall as he savaged my mouth with his.
“God, you taste so fucking good.” A deep resonating rumble reverberated his chest, growling as he dove his tongue between my lips and licked the roof of my mouth. “I want to taste you everywhere.” Jaxon’s teeth bit my bottom lip and tugged. “Missed this mouth,” he said and let go of my arms. The feather touch of his large palms sliding down my arms took me by surprise. I expected rough, bruises, pinches, and bites, but Jaxon took his time, touching spots I had no idea were sensitive. He stopped beside the curve of my breasts and gripped, letting out a shaky breath as he trailed down to grip the bottom of my shirt.
Cool air slithered across my stomach as the shirt got higher. My nipples were already tight from the arousal heating my blood. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, and a small mewl squeaked from me, and he pinched the elongated buds causing pain to spread through my tits.
“I bet I could make you come with nipple play, couldn’t I?” He rolled them between his fingers and tugged until a sharp inhale had my jaw falling open. He cocked his head and slanted his lips right above mine but didn’t touch me; he didn’t give me what I wanted. “Couldn’t I?”
I tried reaching for his lips again and got a quick kiss, but he pulled away.
“Answer me,” he demanded and flicked my nipples at the same time.
“Yes! Yes, please,” I begged him. Begged him for what? I had no idea; I just knew I wanted more of what he was doing to me. Since it was dark and I couldn’t see his face, all of my other senses were on high alert.
The rough scratch of his beard grazed my collarbone as he sucked on the spot beneath my ear. His fingertips dug into my ass as he picked me up again and carried me over to the bed. He tossed me through the air, and I landed on the bed. Jaxon watched my body bounce and reached behind his head to shuck off his shirt.
Some things didn’t change. He took off his shirt the exact same way when we were teens, and something about the way he pulled off his clothes had my pussy pulsating for his thick cock. One hand landed on the right side of me, and then the other on my left, he prowled toward me, crawling over my body like a lion waiting to feast. He stopped at the waistband of the grey joggers and with each tug, gave me a kiss on my stomach. He buried his nose in the blonde hair, settled on my pussy, and inhaled.
“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my tongue. I’m going to fucking devour you, Quinn. Over and over until there is nothing left for you to give.”
“Please,” I pleaded and buried my hands in his hair, my skin grazing over the shaved side, prickling me like a thousand needles.
With one swift jerk, my pants were off, and I was laid bare before him, completely naked while he stood in tight briefs. My tongue dashed out and licked my lips as he gripped the gargantuan erection barely contained in the material. The tip poked through the waistband, and his eyes roamed my body, appreciating the new body in front of him.
I wasn’t built the same. I didn’t have the teenage body he once knew so well. I wasn’t a girl lying before him; I was a woman.
And he was all man.
His fingers ran along the seam of his underwear before his thumb hooked inside and pulled them off.
Jes-us Christ.
Was it possible for a cock to get bigger?
He fisted himself, stroking the impressive member with his palm and rubbing his thumb over the crown, gathering precome. “Come here and taste me, Quinn. See what you’ve been missing all these years.” He spread his legs and planted his feet, his sack swung like a wrecking ball. “I won’t repeat myself. I said come taste me, or I’m going to fuck your face until you’re gagging, baby.”
I sat up and laid my hands on the bed, then swung my ass in the air as I slithered to him. I wanted him to fuck my face. The thought turned me on, just like his hand slapping my ass. I wanted him to use me because when he did, I only felt pleasure.
One hand skimmed down my spine until he had to leaned over to squeeze my ass while he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I moaned in delight as the salty bead of pre-come exploded over my taste-buds.
“Suck it like you would my cock,” he said, gliding his fingers around to the crease of my ass and rubbing the forbidden puckered hole. He didn’t press inside. He kept a light touch until he explored down and cupped my cunt. He grunted, “So fucking wet, baby. Is all this for me?”
I nodded and hummed in agreement the best I could since his thumb was in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the fingertip, tasting him until all I could taste was the musk of his flesh. He ripped his thumb out of my mouth and punched his hips forward until the crown of his bulbous tip slapped against my chin.
The precome slid across my chin, and the scent could only be described as pure lust.
“Suck me,” he said the words at the same time he slid two fingers into my sheath, filling me.
I wrapped my lips around him and bobbed my head down. Immediately, I gagged from trying to take too much, and he groaned above me when my throat flexed around him. With my left hand, I cradled his heavy orbs, lightly rolling them in my palms like a lucky pair of dice. I rolled my tongue around him, playing with him as if he were a cherry-flavored lollipop— my favorite.
He started to thrust his hips lightly, and I hollowed my cheeks as he used my mouth, sliding over my tongue to take what he wanted. “Yes, fuck,” he hissed.
I lifted my eyes up, and through my lashes, I saw him toss his head back. His Adam’s apple was a thick knot in his throat, a temptation I wanted to nibble. He must have felt my gaze because he tilted his chin to his chest, and his chocolate eyes are glazed with desire. He urged me to try harder, so I released his sack and wrapped my palm around the bottom of the shaft and pumped.
He finger fucked my pussy with his fingers, groaning as I sucked him faster, and his other hand yanked me off his cock by twisted my hair in his hand.
“Naughty fucking girl trying to get me to come.” He brushed his thumb over my wet lips. “I’ll come down your throat, just not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to come inside you, just like I did all those years ago.” He slipped another finger next to the other two, stretching me to the max. I moaned and laid my forehead against the mattress. “You want that?”
I nodded my head, and he pulled his fingers out of me and laid a hand on my shoulder, pushing me until I laid flat on my back. He sucked his fingers into his mouth. “So sweet, if not sweeter.” He kneeled on the bed and spread my legs apart, filling the space with his body. The long, straining cock stretched above his belly button, and the vein protruded as a ridge filled with blood.
Jaxon Steele was an aphrodisiac. A forbidden fruit. Once you take a bite of him, a craving would form, and it would never be sated. Even if he gave you what you needed, it wouldn’t be enough. You’d ache for him because he made his way into the marrow of your bones, your cells, and he’d ruin you.
“You’re pretty pink pussy is so wet for me, baby.” He dragged his cock through my folds and then slapped the crown on my clit. “Oh, you like that,” he said, continuing to slap the swollen bud.
It was just like when he spanked me, only it was better. My thighs shook with every hit he gave my bundle of nerves, and my body jerked and spasmed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next hit when he plunged inside me, bare and raw.
He didn’t give me time to accommodate his girth, he hammered into me, fucking me like a man who hadn’t fucked for nearly decade.
I knew that wasn’t true, but he hadn’t fucked me.
And that was the difference.
“Fuck, Quinn. You’re so damn tight. Christ, I want to fill you up all night, drenching you with my come so I can slide inside you whenever I want.”
His dirty words had a gush of cream flowing down his shaft in response. With every hard thrust, my tits bounced, and my nails dug into his chest, crying out with every time he punched the spot in my depths.
Jaxon fell over me and brushed his lips against mine, still pumping his cock into my cunt like a savage beast. “This pussy is mine, Quinn. Do you understand me?” He pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach, and spanked my ass. Then he speared his nine inches in me again without warning, and I cried out for mercy.
But I didn’t want mercy.
I wanted him to punish me.
I wanted the lawless side of him right now, taking what he wanted without any give-a-damns.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and jerked my neck back, stretching my throat to the max until I found it difficult to breathe. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Fucking. Understand.” Thrust, thrust. “Me?” Thrust. His voice sounded like he swallowed gravel; it was so low.
“Yes, Jaxon. Yours. It’s only ever been yours,” I admitted, hoping he understood the implication that he has been the only man I had ever been with since Brian wouldn’t have sex with me.
Jaxon’s hips stuttered for a moment; his flaming steel stopped searing my insides for a split second before he gripped the globes of my ass and pounded me into the bed.
Since my face was shoved into the blankets, I couldn’t see when he lifted his hand in the air. All I felt was a quick sting on my ass that had my body soaring over the edge Jaxon had been keeping me on for the last few days. “I’m coming! Jaxon, yes!” I flicked my hair over my shoulder and dared to look at him as my pussy spasmed around him. Sweat shined on his chest and dripped off the ends of his hair.
Right as I was about to come down from my thigh, he pinched my clit, and that forced another orgasm to explode from me, more powerful than the last. Once I was warmed up, I could come every second, and Jaxon always made sure to give me multiple orgasms.
Nothing had changed, and I was fucking glad for it.
“Shit, oh shit, Quinn!” he growled my name and slapped my ass one last time before his hot seed splashed against my contracting walls pulled his come to my womb. “Damn it! Oh, damn it,” he groaned out loud, and for a moment, I thought I did something wrong, but he pulled back to thrust back in. “I’m going to come again, baby. You feel so good; I can’t stop. I can’t—” he planted that big dick in my pussy again, filling me full just like he promised.
I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, sweaty, come dripping down my thighs, and I had never felt more beautiful.
He fell on top of me, bracing his weight on his arms, and kissed the back of my neck. His cock still buried inside me, we laid there, gasping for breath. It had never been like that between us before. Jaxon continued to kiss me and gave my left cheek one good squeezed before falling to the side, his cock finally slipping free.
Yep. Jaxon fucked like a god, and I’d gladly make him my new religion.
Chapter Seventeen
Jaxon
Never in my life had I come twice in a row before. Only Quinn could keep me on an edge like that and ring me dry. I kissed her shoulder, and a sleepy smile grazed her lips. She blinked those doe brown eyes at me, and I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I knew right after sex wasn’t the time to say it. Sure, I’d said it before, but with our history, that was not the time to say it again. Hormones were high, and I wanted her to know I meant it. I wanted her to know that I loved her just the same as I did before, without the sex.
Sex was a bonus with Quinn, and yeah, she was better in bed than any other woman I had ever b
een with, but that was because Quinn was my heart. A walking, talking, beautiful, version of the better part of me, and I never wanted what we had to be ruined again.
“You’re staring at me.”
“You’re gorgeous when you’re sexed out and tired,” I teased, brushing my finger along her jaw.
“I am thoroughly sexed out,” she yawned, and it ended on a cute high-pitch squeal. “So good,” she murmured. “You have only gotten better at that.”
Damn, she was stroking my ego, and the compliment made me puff my chest a bit. “So have you,” I said, my cock nearly hardening again when I thought of her begging for me.
She snorted. “Don’t know how. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you.”
I didn’t know how not to act happy about that. She had said something similar during sex, but my mind didn’t linger too long on it. I hadn’t wanted to be wrong. And here she was, telling me that I had been the only man before and after. What kind of fucking luck was that? I was confused, thankful, but curious as to why a beautiful woman like her didn’t have sex for the last decade.
“You don’t even have to ask. I can hear your thoughts.”
“You’re inside my head now?”
“The greatest gift a woman has too. I’m not about to go against the female number one rule and spill our secrets,” she giggled, and it was a sound I needed to hear, one of happiness and femininity, one that had been erased from my life for so long I had forgotten what it was like to hear something as simple as true laughter coming from a woman I loved.
My groin itched, ruining the moment, and that was when I realized we still hadn’t cleaned up. Come was drying on me, and I had no doubt it was on her too. I held up a finger to stop her from answering my questions. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” I said, rolling off the bed. She was there, all sexy, ass in the air, and still sweating. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate when she looked like that?
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