His arms come around me and his body surrounds me. We’re touching each other and making out. It’s as if that self-restraint conversation from a few minutes ago never happened.
Now, that’s more like it.
Feeling him throb like this for me is making me throb, too. My lacy thong can’t even contain my wetness. I’ve soaked it right through.
In an instant, his shirt is gone. Then his shorts and boxers. My little lingerie set doesn’t stand a chance when he grabs the flimsy fabric in his fists and shreds it to bits. Well, there goes my $12.
He caresses my ass and kisses my breasts, lighting my body on fire with the attention. My hand roams down his torso and I wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock. His body tenses and his erection stiffens some more when I stroke up and down his shaft.
I crawl down his strong muscular frame, kissing his torso as I go. His body arches harder as I inch closer to his cock. He makes little breathless sounds, pleading with me to slow down. But I can’t. I need to take him in my mouth. Now.
Just as I’m about to wrap my lips around his shaft, his head snaps up off the pillow and he growls.
“Don’t you dare put my cock in your mouth unless you put your pussy on my face.”
Oh, wow. Growly Jace is hot. “Yes, sir,” I sass.
His smile tilts at the corner and he lightly smacks my ass. “Stop playing. Bring that pussy over here, Sera.”
Huffing a laugh, I rotate and lower my pelvis over his face. He grabs my waist, pulls me down and buries his face in my valley.
He holds my legs apart and rolls his tongue through my crease from top to bottom, humming dirty words into my folds. I think I might die from the pleasure as I ride his stubbly chin. The heat of his mouth and the friction of his short whiskers is driving me wild.
I get so distracted by the feel of him swirling his tongue around my clit that I almost forget I had plans of my own. His cock is jerking in my fist, begging for my mouth. So, I part my lips and take him in, bobbing my head and pursing my lips and hollowing my cheeks. His long, thick shaft throbs in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat again and again as I caress his balls.
"Ah, fuck..." Jace groans in blissful ecstasy before diving right back into my valley, sliding a thick finger into my hole as he massages my clit with his tongue. “Fuck, Sera. Your pussy is beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”
It’s never felt like this. How is he making it feel so good? This flurry of sensations inside me. I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
“Jace. Baby. Please. Yes.” Words fall from my begging lips.
Everything is a fucking mess and I’m so damn turned on. His cock is slippery and wet, covered in my saliva. I stroke it up and down with my fist as I suck and lick his crown. His legs start shaking when I do that. I know he’s about to explode.
“You’re gonna make me come, Sera. Not yet. Not fucking yet.” He tries to fight off his release. “I need you to come first, baby.”
He opens his lips on my mound and rakes my clit between his teeth and it’s all over for me. I moan long and loud as I shake all over and come so fucking hard.
Somehow, Jace maneuvers himself into a seated position, with my back pressed to his warm, hard pecs. I’m an orgasmed-out rag doll in his arms.
He reaches into the bedside table and in no time, he’s wearing a condom. He eases me onto his hard, throbbing dick and I’m riding the fuck out of him, reverse cowgirl-style.
The sound of skin smacking skin fills the room, mixing with our moans and sighs of pleasure. He coaxes me up onto my knees and then, we’re going at it like four-legged savages while he squeezes and touches me all over.
And I’m so lost in the feeling of him inside me. Searching for nothing but release. Questing for the mountain top of pleasure.
We climax together and it’s explosive. Our bodies stiffen and shudder together. Laughing and panting, I cling to him like a parachute as we come down from our high.
When we fall into bed, he bites my shoulder and his tongue traces across my skin. “Shit—so much for keeping our hands to ourselves, huh…?”
“I regret nothing.” I nibble on his lips. I drape my arms around him and squeeze. “I was going out of my mind thinking you didn’t want me.”
His lips brush across my shoulder again as he gropes my ass in his palms. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” He looks at me with a grave expression. “I just want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, Sera. That’s all.”
I whisper teasingly into his ear. “Well, I deserve to be fucked.”
His rumbling laughter shakes through me.
“In all seriousness, I’m just trying to make sure you know that I value you and I respect you. For more than that pretty pussy and that curvy apple-bottom.” He gives my ass a squeeze and I laugh.
“Jace, I’d never want you to turn into a celibate choirboy for me.” I run my fingers through his thick, messy hair. “I think…I think marriage is a balance. Romance. Responsibility. Connection. Fun. And yes, wild, throbbing, fuck-each-other-right-off-the-bed sex.” I sigh. “I’m sorry I tried playing those games with you, acting all coy when what I really wanted was to jump your bones. I should have just told you what I wanted instead of going around in circles and trying to make you guess.” I sigh. “I’m…I’m not really used to asking for what I want. I have to work on that.”
He kisses me deep and slow. “Apology accepted, Baby Girl. Do you forgive me for being clueless about what the hell I’m doing?”
“After orgasms like that, I feel like I can forgive you for anything.” I laugh.
We sink down beneath the sheets and hold each other, our skin hot and sticky together. My heart is beating triple time.
“You okay?” Jace whispers, his mouth skimming my cheek.
I lick my lips. “I feel like we’re playing this game where there’s so much on the line but neither of us knows the rules. It’s terrifying.”
“We’re in this together, Sera.”
I want to drown in the feeling of being bundled up in his arms, consumed. “Aren’t you afraid?” I whisper into the dark.
“Yes, I’m afraid. I’m freaking terrified,” he admits. “But I’m more afraid of losing you than of being tied to you forever.”
I lay my hand over his chest and I feel his heart pounding.
He whispers against my forehead. “We’re gonna make this work. I know we will.” He kisses me there. “I know you’re scared, Baby Girl, but if you just let your guard down, I’d be all in.”
Twenty-Three
Sera
I ease out of sleep, still draped in a cozy, drowsy haze. Muted sunlight peeks around the corners of the bedroom curtains. The bed is warm, the sheets are soft and the naked masculine body digging through the closet across the room is incredibly strong.
With a smile on my lips, I whisper his name. “Jace…”
His mouth curves with a grin when he turns over his shoulder and sees me. “Good morning, beautiful.”
He stalks across the room and leans over me on the bed. He dots kisses up the side of my neck.
Everything feels exciting. New. Dizzyingly new.
“Am I dreaming…?” I mumble hazily and drape my arms around his shoulders.
He lowers onto the mattress beside me, his hands finding my skin. “Definitely real, baby.”
Rolling over in the sheets like it’s a puddle of bliss, I take his scruffy cheeks in my hands. “Hi…”
His arms come tighter around me as he gets comfortable. He kisses my mouth, tasting minty and fresh. “Hi…”
When he eases closer, the long, hard length of his erection presses to my thigh. His hand slides down over the curve of my ass.
I’m grinning as our lips play together and our bodies get worked up into a frenzy beneath the sheets.
He smells clean and delicious like his sexy body wash. His skin is cool and damp when my palm smooths over his swollen deltoid. “You showered?” I slide my fingers into his thi
ck hair and find it wet.
He nods into the kiss. “Yeah.”
I pull away feeling self-conscious. “Well, that doesn’t seem fair.” I giggle. “You’re nice and clean while I’m all morning breath, knotty hair and yesterday’s sweat.” I try to angle my mouth away so as not to punch him in the nose with said morning breath.
He falls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. “Baby, are you serious? Everything about you screams ‘savage sex dungeon master goddess queen’. I’m so into you right now, I don’t even want to leave this bed.”
I laugh.
He kisses me some more and my insides swoon in slow motion. Like droplets of ice cream dribbling down the side of a cone on a hot summer day.
Damn. If I’d known that being with Jace would be like this, I would have drunk-married his ass ages ago.
“Wait—why are you already showered, though?” I mumble against his lips.
I glance at the clock on the side table but my brain can’t process the numbers on the neon green digital display. It’s too busy misfiring and overloading from pleasure as my husband toys with my body. But I know it’s early based on the mutedness of the sun rays peeking in through the spaces in the curtains.
He rolls us again and I land on my side. “Morning practice.” Tonight is the Paragons’s first home game of the season. “My teammates will get jealous if I show up with the sweet fragrance of your pussy on my breath.” He wrinkles up his nose at me.
I toss my head back and laugh. “You’re a mess.”
“No lie. You’re delicious, Sera. That’s why I can’t fucking get enough.” He gets on top of me and buries his face at my throat, licking and nibbling on my skin. “Every time I see you lying here in my bed, I just want another taste.”
I throw my arms around his neck and breathe him in. “You sure know how to make a girl feel sexy, Mr. Bellino.”
His hand slides down between my thighs. His fingertips rolls smoothly over my clit, quickly picking up speed. “I’m just describing the work of art I see, Mrs. Bellino.”
I moan and convulse on the bed. I’m halfway to orgasm just hearing my husband call me by his last name.
It really doesn’t take him long to get me there this morning. He works his fingers inside me, dipping in and out of my wetness, making sure to tease my clit with the heel of his hand. Soon, I’m clenching hard enough to crack his knuckle inside me and panting his name again and again.
“God, I wish I could fuck you right now.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leans down and kisses me some more.
My chest is heaving as I recover. “We’ll make up for it tonight? After your game?” I ask hopefully, the orgasm still radiating in my limbs.
“Mmm. Definitely, baby. Celebration party inside your pussy.” Jace snaps me a wink as he rises from the bed.
“Eww. Filthy mouth.” I fling a pillow after him.
He stalks completely naked over to his dresser drawer and pulls out a T-shirt, socks and underwear. His stripped down body enthralls me. I clearly have a type. And it’s more than just athletes with tanned, rippling muscles.
As I watch him get dressed in the intimate shadows of his bedroom, I’m starting to realize that my type is—and always has been—Jason Bellino.
Maybe that explains my weak and fleeting attraction to Rocky. Maybe that explains why my ex is barely an echo of a memory in my mind such a short time after the wedding that never happened. God—I came so close to marrying the wrong man. It’s terrifying. I’m starting to realize that my ex-fiancé was nothing but a poor substitute for the man I somehow married by mistake.
And more and more I’m starting to wonder if it was really a mistake. Or if it was the Universe intervening when Jace and I were drunk enough to drop our guards and our excuses and our reasons why we wouldn’t let ourselves be together this way. Maybe the Universe—being the Universe—realized that we’d have never figured it out on our own without a little nudge in the form of blackout intoxication and near-alcohol poisoning.
Thank you, Universe.
Jace throws a look at me over his strong back from where he’s rifling through his closet. His forehead knots. “You coming to my game, right?”
“You want me there?” I sit up with the sheets tangled around my waist and a pillow clutched to my chest.
Of course I want to see Jace on the field. I want to be in the crowd and feel the energy of an entire stadium lighting up for him as he streaks across the turf. I want to bear witness as the rest of the world gets a tiny glimpse of the magnificence I get to call my own.
But a part of me wants to hear him say it.
He abandons the closet and turns toward me. Now, he’s coming in my direction, shoulders squared, stance wide. He’s a moving tower of muscle from his barrel-sized shoulders to his stone-carved calves. And the determined look on his face has me clutching the pillow tighter to my chest.
Jesus—the man is sexy when he gets all worked up.
“Fuck yeah, I want you at my game. I want you in the stands cheering for me, Baby Girl.”
I smile, feeling conquered and victorious at once. “Then I’ll be there…”
Brushing hair from my eyes, he leans down and takes my mouth again.
He gets dressed in sweatpants and a team hoodie over a white T-shirt, then he slides a Paragons ball cap backwards on his head.
Sexy fucker.
Shrugging into one of his hoodies, I trail him into the kitchen where he pours us bowls of cereal and we sit across from each other at the island. We chat as he hurriedly scarfs down the small breakfast.
“So, are you excited about getting back to the office today?” he asks.
My time off is finally over and I’m headed back to Kline-Simmons investments this morning.
“Yes, I can’t wait to get back into the swing of things. I feel like being away from the office for the past few days really took me out of the game. I’m going to have to work extra hard to prove myself with Liam once I get back.”
“You’re gonna rock it, Sera. Don’t you know you can do anything you set your mind to? I believe in you.”
I bite my lip. “Thank you for saying that. It’s hard being at the bottom of the food chain. Sometimes I swear, it’s like I’m invisible over there.”
All I want is to make a meaningful contribution at work, and to be acknowledged for that. I want the chance to prove myself. To show that I deserve my spot, independently of my boss’s friendship with Wyatt.
Jace’s expression grows annoyed. “I love Liam like a brother but the guy is such a jerk. Do you want me to talk to him for you?”
My hand shoots out as if to physically restrain him. “No. No, no, no. I’m trying to earn my place over there. I don’t need you swooping in and trying to pull strings for me.”
He sighs. “Okay. Fine. But if you want me to show up there and lay down the law, just let me know.” He grabs the leg of my stool and pulls me closer. “I won’t have those corporate assholes mistreating my woman.” My eyes rotate in their sockets yet, I’m smiling my head off.
I’m a disheveled mess. My hair is a matted, tangled, frizzy clump but Jace is looking at me like he wants to put me on the counter and lick me from top to bottom, all the hard to reach places included.
“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, biting on my bottom lip.
His eyes sweep me again. “You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes.” He brings his final spoonful of cereal to his mouth.
I sigh as I glance down at the oversized Paragons sweatshirt I’m wearing. “Yeah, well it would be nice to be able to wear my own clothes now and then.” I peek up at him, knowing he won’t like what I say next. “Most of my things are still at Rocky’s.”
The territorial glint in Jace’s expression at the mere mention of my ex is sort of hot. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Well, we’re going to have to fix that. You’re my wife. You don’t need to have your clothes at some other man’s house.”
I hate admitting to the part of m
e that loves him getting all caveman possessive over me. My stomach tingles at its core. “Going back to Rocky’s is not something I’ve been looking forward to. It’s going to be hard for me.”
“And that’s why I’ll go with you,” he announces matter-of-factly.
His tone spells ‘trouble’. It makes me cringe. “I think that’s something I’d better deal with on my own.” It’s not a task I’m looking forward to but it’s about time I grab my lady balls and get it over with.
He pushes his bowl aside and his big palms come to my shoulders. “Look at me.” I lift my eyes to meet his. “You do not have to deal with any of that on your own. I won’t let you.”
“Jace, I don’t want you and Rocky anywhere near each other. I don’t want you causing any trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts tapping around as he speaks.
“Jace—”
“I checked his game schedule. L.A. has back-to-back games on the other side of the country in a few days. Rocky won’t be in Sin Valley. We’ll go to his place, grab your stuff and that will be that.”
There’s no room to argue with him. And frankly, I don’t want to. I like the idea of being a strong, independent woman. It’s what I want more than anything for myself. But at the same damn time, I like having this man to prop me up, too.
I stand, positioning myself between his strong thighs with my arms draped around his neck. “You’re a real bossy bastard, you know that?”
“I’m your husband. It’s my job to have your back. I take that job seriously, Sera.” He lifts my chin. He gives me a kiss that has my kneecaps melting like ice cubes under the infrared intensity of his touch. “I gotta go.”
He leaves me in a puddle in the middle of the kitchen. He grabs his duffel bag from the closet by the front door.
“Have a good game,” I croak out after him.
Right before he walks out, he glances at me over his shoulder. “Make sure you’re there at the game, Sera. I need somebody to show off for.”
His dimples pop out when he tosses me a wink. He steps into his Jordans and disappears out the front door.
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