Holy hell. Stay on point, Jemma.
“You weren’t supposed to push it, Chris. You don’t want a set-back.”
“I’m fine,” he said after sucking down half the water and wiping his mouth with the towel now tossed over his shoulder. “Got goddamn weak these past few weeks not bein’ able to work out.”
“Getting clubbed for being stupid will do that to you.”
He grimaced, finished the rest of the bottle and chucked it into a nearby bucket. He ran the corner of the towel over his face again. “Why you here, Jem?”
“I needed to talk to you.”
He lifted one brow. “Couldn’t wait?”
Probably. “No.”
“What is it?” He frowned as his gaze landed on his daughter, who was now moving actively in her arms. “Dyna okay?”
“Yeah. She’s... good.” When she moved closer, Dyna grunted and made a face.
“She gotta fart?”
“No, she’s smiling.”
Both eyebrows hit the edge of the soaked bandana. “Get the fuck out.”
Jemma smiled, too. “No, she’s smiling at you. She loves her Daddy.” Her heart squeezed and flip-flopped at her own words.
“Too sweaty to hold her.”
“I didn’t bring her out here for you to hold her.”
“Then, why you here, Jem?” he asked again.
“First, let me check your ribs again.” She looked around and found a couple of what looked like clean towels piled on a weight bench. She grabbed them, spread them out on the floor and set a happy Dyna down on her back. She gave the baby a couple coos and feet wiggles before straightening and when she did, Cage was right behind her, his scorching body heat rolling off him in almost visible waves.
She tried to swallow again, but her throat was too tight.
His scent was all Cage but with an added metallic tinge because of his sweat. She stared at his tattooed chest, which seemed to be pumped up more than normal. She caught herself before she licked her dry lips. Her order of “turn around” came out breathless.
Fuck. That wasn’t too obvious. Nor were her pebbled nipples. She wore a snug camisole and she didn’t even need to look to know they were standing at attention. Begging for his attention.
Cage studied her face for a couple seconds before dropping his gaze right to the evidence. His lips moved slightly, not quite into a smile but close, as he took his time turning around. It was easier for her to check him when he wasn’t staring down at her when she did so.
“Do they hurt at all now?” Damn it, why was she whispering? And why were her fingers trembling?
He shook his head and she became mesmerized by a heavy bead of sweat dripping off his hair and rolling down his spine until it landed in the small of his back and was absorbed by the damp elastic waistband hanging low on his hips.
When she placed her fingers along his ribs where they’d been cracked, the shock of the current between them made her want to rip her hand away in self-preservation. She sucked in a breath and pushed forward.
“Jem...”
God, every freaking time he said her name like that...
It was unfair. She didn’t have a chance. She needed to be stronger. She’d held out this long...
She could do it.
She could make it.
Not much longer.
She cleared her throat in an attempt to get herself together and not fall down the deep and dangerous rabbit hole. “Not even a little?”
He slowly turned and as he did so, her fingers dragged along his hot, damp skin from his ribs to his gut, just like she was working wet clay on a pottery wheel.
His blue eyes were dark, his lips parted. “No.”
She needed to resist.
Resist.
“Good,” slipped from her. So, so good.
When he reached up to cup her face, she knocked his hand away and shoved both palms against his chest. He stumbled backward and landed hard against the wall with a grunt. His eyes went wide as she stalked toward him.
They quickly narrowed. “Not sure if I should be fuckin’ scared or excited.”
“Both,” she answered. Because that was what she was feeling, too.
Excited for the moment, fear for the future.
This could fuck everything up.
This could derail her plans.
This was a bad, bad idea. But right now, she gave up the fight. Threw in the white towel.
She couldn’t resist what was between them anymore.
Whatever it was.
Whether it was simply physical attraction, sexual tension, or more, she didn’t want to know, she just wanted to feel.
She’d deal with whatever it brought afterward. After she got what she wanted. What he wanted.
Finally.
She grabbed his face and pulled him down, taking his lips, shoving her tongue inside to kiss him deeply. To claim his mouth.
Their groans merged as their tongues sparred.
He should stop her. One of them needed to keep their head on straight. One needed to recognize this wasn’t a good idea.
It was no longer her.
So, it had to be him.
But he didn’t stop her when her fingers slid into his hair, gripping firmly enough to keep his mouth where she wanted it, pulling sharply enough it knocked the bandana off his head and to the floor.
Jesus, he tasted too good. His mouth was like cool water in a searing hot desert. She craved it. She couldn’t drink him down fast enough.
Her thirst wasn’t quenched with just a kiss. She wanted more.
She wanted everything.
She just needed to hang onto her plan with her fingernails. No matter what happened, that couldn’t change.
He tugged at her cami, yanking it from her shorts, but it was snug and now damp from his sweat, so she’d have to be peeled out of it.
He managed to do so, yanking it over her head, freeing her breasts while breaking the kiss for only a moment, and dropping it to the floor. He took her mouth this time and his fingers found the button and zipper on her shorts. He undid them, his hands steady, unlike hers as she hung onto him tightly.
She wiggled her hips to help him shove her shorts and panties down as far as he could without separating their mouths. They were both panting now, like she had been his sparring partner. Even though they both struggled for breath, neither could stop tasting, licking, nibbling, searching.
Her nipples ached, her pussy twinged, especially when he drew his finger through her now slick folds. His soft growl filled her mouth and her breath stuttered.
“Need to fuckin’ see you,” he panted as soon as he twisted his head to break the connection of their lips.
His erection was hot and thick in his silky shorts, pressing against her lower belly. It flexed, begging to be released. “Need to fuck you,” filled her ear.
Yes. She needed that, too.
His finger slid back and forth, teasing her, and she buried her face into his chest, sucking his salty skin with her lips and licking it with her tongue.
“Fuck, Jem,” he whispered roughly. “Need this. Need you.”
She sank her teeth into one tattooed pec and a deep groan bubbled up from his gut. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, desperately wanting him naked, too. Being soaked with sweat, the light fabric clung to his skin and didn’t cooperate as easily as she hoped.
She whimpered when his finger disappeared from her pussy and his hand from her hair to strip himself of his shorts. As soon as he did, she circled her fingers around his hard cock and stroked the delicate, velvety skin. She drew her thumb over the slick crown, then her fingers back down to the root.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
He grabbed her wrist to halt her motion but didn’t break her contact. He lifted her face to his with one thumb under her chin.
Her eyes slid to the side. To avoid the reality of what was about to happen.
“Look at me,” Cage ordered softly. “Tell
me you want this.” He tilted his hips, so his cock fucked her fist once.
At this moment, there was nothing she wanted more. Tomorrow morning might be a different story.
Reason and need warred with each other. “Chris...”
He lowered his lips to hers and whispered, “Tell me.”
Good lord, his husky voice alone could cause her to orgasm.
He lightly brushed his lips over hers and hers parted, encouraging him to take the kiss deeper.
“Wanna be inside you. You want me? Wanna feel me deep inside you?”
Holy fuck, yes.
Everything about him was intoxicating. Blurring her common sense.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said on a sigh.
She swallowed those words, his breath, as she crushed her mouth against his again, driving him back against the wall again. Holding him there.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
She needed more. She needed him now.
He gripped her ass and pulled her up. She went with him, practically climbing his solid body. His head tilted and he drove his tongue into her mouth while she clung to his shoulders and neck as he hauled her higher until her wet pussy pressed into his belly. Each pounding beat of her heart matched the throb in her pussy.
Nothing separated them now.
Not a damn thing.
Gripping the back of her thighs, he spun and pinned her to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he shifted her up slightly, until the crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, which had thrown out the welcome mat.
She should be thinking about the baby, not her father, but she couldn’t pull her focus from him. He was right there.
Right there. The head of his cock nudging until it found the right spot.
“Jem,” he grunted as he thrust upward and she sank a little lower to meet him.
He filled her, thick and hard, his breath harsh in her ear as he remained still for a moment, just letting them both breathe. Letting them both feel their connection.
Because it was undeniable.
She couldn’t deny this felt right. Even though it shouldn’t.
And they hadn’t even moved yet.
“You fit me perfectly.”
Did he say that or did she imagine it?
Even so, it was true.
With this, they fit. Outside of this, they didn’t. They couldn’t.
He lived a life she didn’t want. A life she didn’t want to remember.
She couldn’t forget that.
She couldn’t.
But when he began to move, she did.
Nothing in her world existed but him. Sex had never been like this with anyone. This instant, crazy connection she couldn’t explain.
Like they were meant to be and that couldn’t be right.
It was just the oxytocin flowing through her veins. Making her feel things more strongly than they should. A hormone released during intimacy. A hormone that created bonds.
Even when it shouldn’t.
His fingers dug into her ass and thighs as he thrust upward with brute force and pulled her downward, slamming them together. The top of her back was pinned against the wall, helping hold her in place so he could fuck her as hard as he wanted to, as hard as she needed.
His eyes locked with hers. His dark and hooded. Each plunge accompanied by a primal-like grunt which made her gasp.
The movement, the sound.
He was right. So damn right. They fit like a lock and key. He used that key to unlock something from deep inside her. Something she didn’t want escaping.
Like her own groan when he raked his teeth down her throat. When he sucked at the hollow of her neck. When his fingers separated her ass cheeks and the tip of his finger pressed a place she’d never given anyone.
Over and over, he pounded her into the wall.
“So fuckin’ hot. So wet. You were fuckin’ made for me, Jem.”
No, no, she wasn’t made for him. That was impossible.
Her arms tightened around his neck and she took his mouth again to shut him up. He instantly took control, shoving her tongue from his mouth and using his to plunder hers.
She let him.
Melting against him, she closed her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. It was crazy, she’d never remembered giving any man this much control. She always had a finger on what and how it was happening. Always.
But he knew what he was doing and she simply let go. She let him sweep all thoughts away and, with her eyes closed, she concentrated on his movements, concentrated on the sounds coming deep from within his chest.
All of that took her there.
To that very edge. Faster than expected, especially in the position they were in, one she had never orgasmed from. But he was doing something with his hips to hit all the right spots, inside and out.
He ended the kiss once again and pressed his damp cheek to hers. “That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ feel you squeezin’ my dick. So much better than I ever fuckin’ imagined. Your pussy’s a hot, slick fist, pullin’ me in, demandin’ more, not gettin’ enough. Can feel how close you are. Just gotta let go. Just gotta give me you. Give it to me, Jem. Want it all.”
For a second, she wanted to give him it all. All of her. Even more than that.
His hoarse words made a white, searing fire swirl through her and land in her core.
She was about to come.
No, not just come. Explode into so many pieces, she’d have trouble finding them again. Have trouble gluing herself back together afterward.
“Chris,” she breathed. She moved one hand from the back of his neck into his hair and gripped a handful tightly. “Kiss me when I come.”
Without hesitation, his mouth found hers again and he accepted her cry as she detonated around him like a Fourth of July fireworks grand finale. Sparks and heat flickered in her center as he continued to fuck her through the intense contractions.
How could he do this? How could he make it feel like this? Make her feel this way?
No matter how, he did it. Her head slammed back into the wall, her eyes opened and so did her mouth as a low wail rolled from her. He again buried his face in her neck and powered his cock up and into her, continuing to drive hard and deep.
Her thoughts were gone. Her vision unfocused. She was only aware of his body moving against hers, getting ready to rip another orgasm from her when the first one was hardly a memory.
And he did it. He achieved it when he thrust one more time, as if he was attempting to climb inside her, to become one with her. He shuddered and stilled, a low moan vibrating against the skin of her throat as he spilled inside her. The pulsations of his cock getting lost amongst her own as she came a second time.
She closed her eyes again and simply breathed as the aftershocks rocked them both. Reminded them of what just happened.
What the two of them created.
Sex had always been simple for her.
What just happened was far from that.
It was complex and complicated.
And troublesome.
He didn’t let her go, even after he slipped from her when he no longer had a choice. He kept holding her, his face hidden in her neck, his warm breath beating a rapid pattern against her skin. Hers doing the same.
“Fuck!”
The sharp jerk of his body and the unexpected outburst startled her from her euphoria.
Well, that ruined the moment and brought her back to reality. “Are you worried about Judge finding out? I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.”
“Jem...” He pulled his face back so he could look directly into hers as he let her slide down both his body and the wall until she stood on her own feet.
She blinked and frowned when a trickle of cum slid from her and dampened her inner thigh at the same time he said, “No goddamn wrap.”
She blinked again and let the words swirl in her muddled brain until she understood what he ju
st said.
Holy shit.
She wasn’t worried about pregnancy, but all the rest...
She had no idea how many women he’d slept with since Sarah. Or even in the last year.
She could count her own number on one hand.
She bet he’d lost count.
Holy fucking shit.
They had both lost themselves in the moment and became careless.
He pulled away from her and grabbed his shorts, jerking them up his legs, clearly agitated.
“Fuck,” he bit out again, raking his fingers through his damp and already disheveled hair.
She grabbed a discarded T-shirt hanging over a weight bar. She had no idea whose and didn’t care. She only knew it would cover her quickly and enough to get back to the trailer without streaking out in the open. She plucked her clothes from the floor and balled them to her tight chest, struggling to breathe.
Without looking at him, she pushed past him and rushed out the open door.
They’d had sex with the door open.
They’d had unprotected sex.
They’d had sex.
What she’d been trying to avoid for weeks.
She fucked up.
He fucked up.
They both fucked up royally.
“Jem!” she heard him shout from inside the shed.
She ignored him and ran the short distance to the trailer.
When she burst through the front door, she realized, in her panic, she left Dyna behind.
It was okay.
It was okay.
Her father was with her.
Cage was with her.
She needed to get into the shower to scrub off what just happened.
Not Cage. Not his sweat. Not his scent. Not even his cum. No.
But she needed to purge everything else that had bubbled up.
The desire. The need. The want.
All of it.
Because it was all dangerous. It threatened her escape.
And she needed to stick to her plan. No matter what.
He wasn’t a random.
He wasn’t a casual partner.
He wasn’t someone steady.
She had no idea what would come from this.
Nothing could come from this, she reminded herself. She couldn’t get lost in what just happened. She couldn’t lose her way.
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