Run To Me (Lazarus Rising #4)(57)

Her hips pushed down harder on him. “I don’t…I don’t care.”

What? Oh, hell. Oh, hell, no, she hadn’t just said—

“I want you, Jay. All of you.”

Did she get it? There would be no going back, not from this. No saying things had been a mistake. No running away again.

“All of you,” Willow said again.

And his control was gone. He yanked open his pants. His dick shoved toward her, and then he was driving his hips up, surging into her. Driving as deep as he could go. Flesh to flesh. Nothing between him and Willow. Nothing to stop him from taking what he thought of as his.

So he took. His hands clamped around her hips. He lifted her up, down. Felt her sex squeeze him so tight. She was licking his neck, lightly biting, driving him insane. He thrust harder. Deeper. His cock shoved up, going so deep into her. She surrounded him. Her scent, her body, her. His left hand slipped to her clit. Stroked ruthlessly as he drove into her. He wanted her to come first. Fast and hard. Wanted to feel the contractions all around him. “Baby…”

And she did. Her head tipped back. She gasped out his name even as he felt the contractions of her release all along his cock. He didn’t hold back. His own release hit, slamming through Jay as he surged into her. He came inside of her, a hot blast that kept going and going. His hold was too tight. He should ease up.

He didn’t.

He kept thrusting. Even as his orgasm ended, he was getting harder again, for her. He kept thrusting because she was moaning. Twisting and pushing against him. Fighting for another release, and he was going to make sure she got that release. She was slick and sensitive, and pushing her to the edge again was so easy. He thrust up, hard, gritting his teeth because nothing on earth felt as good as she did. Nothing was as hot. Nothing was as tight. Nothing was like this slice of heaven.

Nothing was like her.

She came again, calling out his name. He kissed her neck. Made sure to leave his mark on her. Was it wrong that he wanted to mark her? That he wanted to own her?

Seemed only fair. The woman owned him, body and soul.

His breath was heaving. So was hers. And it took him a minute to realize the car had stopped moving. She seemed to make the same realization, at the same time, because her head whipped up. Willow stared at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, God,” she whispered as red stained her cheeks. “We’re—”

“We’re home,” he said smoothly.

And her lips eased into a quick smile. The tension that had been on her face vanished.

He smiled back at her. Kissed her sweet lips one more time. He’d always love her taste. When they got inside, he’d taste her, everywhere. Every single inch of her.

He helped her right her clothes. He fixed himself. Then he was opening the door for her. The driver stood to the side, waiting, not saying a word because the guy wasn’t a fool.

And he knew who paid his salary.

They were in front of the house. Behind the big gates, safely away from the guards. Jay took Willow’s hand and led her up the steps. Her fingers were soft and warm against his. She leaned toward him as they neared the door.

“I think I can still feel you, inside.” Her voice was a sensual temptation, one that swept over him as if she’d just stroked him with her hands.

He felt the impact, of course, going straight to his dick. Because inside of her was exactly where he wanted to be. It was—

She stiffened. “Someone else is here.” Her gaze went to the front door.

“West is already inside.” He knew his brother had headed back to the house before they had. “He’s—”

“Not alone,” Willow said. And her shoulders straightened. “I’d recognize that perfume anywhere.” An edge had entered her voice.

Then the front door was opening. West stood there, his face unreadable. “We have a problem.”

“Add it to the list,” Jay muttered. So much for his time with Willow. So much for picking right back up where he’d left off…

Being balls deep in her.

“Jay.”

He stiffened. The feminine cry of his name had come from behind West, and as the woman hurried forward, her perfume drifted to him, too.

He realized why Willow had called the scent familiar. It was.

Reva brushed past West. She went straight to Jay. Threw her arms around him. Held tight. “I thought I was too late.” Her voice was muffled against him. “When I heard about the blaze at Push, I thought he’d gotten to you. I thought—”

She was pulled away from him. By Willow. Very deliberately moved.

“Don’t,” Willow advised the other woman with a killing glare. “Don’t touch him again. Especially not when I’m standing right beside him.”

Reva’s mouth parted. Closed. She frowned in confusion. “But…Jay?”

West cleared his throat. “Let’s get inside. And Jay, you’re gonna want to hear what Reva has to say.”

He wasn’t so sure about that. Willow looked pissed. Possibly jealous? And if she didn’t want the other woman there—

“He wants to kill you,” Reva blurted. “H-he thought I’d help. That I’d be happy to join him in destroying you because of our break-up, but that’s not who I am.” She gave a sharp shake of her head. “I got away from him, and I’ve been trying to get hold of you all day. You don’t answer your phone!” Her hands twisted in front of her.