Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(112)

“That’s not for you to worry about,” he whispered. His index finger drifted over my mouth and bottom lip, silencing me.

His actions made my legs open farther, willing him to take whatever he wanted. My head fell back onto his chest while he turned me into a panting mess.

“Feel me,” he said, swirling his fingers back and forth and around in circles. My breathing became more sporadic, labored, feeling and thinking about nothing but what he was doing to me. “I know what you need. You never have to question that.”

My knees began to quiver.

Strong thighs nudged the backs of mine; the dusting of hair on his legs tickling where they touched. “On the bed, Doc.”

I did as he requested and fumbled my way, noting his eyes narrowing—almost daring me to speak—when I opened my mouth. It wasn’t an easy fete to maneuver without the use of my hands.

My arms hung slightly off the mattress when I finally managed to lie on my side.

“Look at me,” he requested, brushing the hair off my face.

I had no doubts this man was working his way to becoming the center of my world. That in itself was unsettling.

His kiss was filled with passion and promise, needing me just as much as I needed him. Maybe even more. The rest of my stress and worries withered away when his hand spread my thighs apart.

Oh, God.

“That’s it, ride my fingers.”

He was unrelenting. His mouth, his mastery and attention to detail… it didn’t take long for him to unravel me. The massive orgasm slammed into me, taking away my ability to breathe. His hand continued to work, getting every last shudder out of me, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

The bed jostled as he rolled away and then he dug into his pile of belongings on the floor.

His glorious muscular frame made my mouth water. So did his unattended erection. I felt it brush over my fingertips when he opened the handcuffs.

Adam relieved one wrist, gently massaging it between his hands. He leaned over me and took my mouth again, giving me a devilish smile. My right arm was guided toward the headboard and then he cuffed me to the rail.

“Adam.” I heard my own voice crack as I tugged on the handcuffs.

He stroked his erection and then tore a foil condom packet open. “Shh. I’m not done with you yet. Just curbing your tendency to run from me.” He winkled. He climbed over me and caged me in with his formidable presence.

I swallowed hard. “I’m not running.”

His nose brushed over mine. “That’s because I’ve taken your choices away.” He placed the softest of kisses on my lips and then looked me dead in the eyes as he parted my thighs, making himself right at home. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside me, rending all the breath from my lungs.

I thought about my penchant for walking away instead of fighting for what I wanted, for the man that I wanted. I gazed up into his glorious face while he showed me all those things that words could not convey. His intensity as he rolled his hips into me, making me feel protected and adored. It made me realize that Adam was a man worth fighting for.





ADAM UNCUFFED ME and gently massaged my wrist, placing tender kisses on the slight redness that appeared from me twisting and tugging while he made love to me. This encounter between us was quite different from the weekend. Perhaps it was the added kink of the handcuffs that made it so much more erotic and exciting.

Regardless, I thoroughly enjoyed it. For once I didn’t have a guy fumbling, mumbling that lame “do you like that, baby?” crap while trying to figure out how to pleasure me. That was such a turn off. Adam never asked; he didn’t require me to tell him what I wanted or needed.

He just knew.

I don’t know how he just knew, but he did.

Adam gave. He took. He didn’t need instructions or me calling out orders and orchestrating the team effort to eliminate the chaos and potential errors.

And that’s the moment I realized I was more relaxed than I had been in years. The man lying on the pillow next to me, working on calming his own erratic heartbeat, was simply amazing.

He gave me a sweet kiss, then rolled off the bed and headed into my bathroom. I took great pleasure in watching his muscular ass indent as he discarded the used condom.

How’d I get so lucky?

“Doc,” he leaned out of the doorway, “Shower? Or are you ready to crash?”

There wasn’t one muscle in my body willing to move. Even blinking felt like a momentous effort. But my brain, on the other hand, was working overtime, though I still managed to utter, “Sleep.”

Adam’s lazy smile was devastating when he added it to his casual naked in my bedroom swagger. One knee hit the edge of my mattress.

“You look gorgeous all sated like that,” he said, grinning down at me, apparently enjoying his mastery of ruining me.

“I had several amazing orgasms.”

His smile widened. “Good to know.”

He climbed back into bed, taking care to tuck us both under the warming layers of blankets. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my thoughts, but something had been bugging me. “Adam?”

“Hmm?”

“I need to ask you something.”

His eyes opened, giving me his full attention.

“Your ex… Nikki…”

His mouth curled down. “Yeah?”