Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(51)

Sadie

Jax broke our kiss just long enough to pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside. He got my bra off next, before easing me back onto the sofa while kissing the tops of my br**sts and circling each areola with his tongue. When he bit each pebbled nipple, I cried out. But then, he knew I would.

I loved the tight sting from his teeth.

“We’ll be sweet later. Right now I need you,” he said as his hands started working on my jeans and tugging them down my body. Once he had me completely naked, he stood up and stripped.

It was a sight that the majority of the female world fantasized about but that I got daily. The Jax Stone strip show. Nothing was better than that.

He kissed his fingertips, then touched his side, where my name was tattooed in the shape of an infinity sign.

“If you’d never believed me . . . would you have removed that?” I asked.

Jax lowered his body over mine and kissed a path up my stomach, through the valley between my br**sts, then along my collarbone. “I was hurt, Sadie. But once I came out of my pain haze, I would have realized it didn’t f**king matter if you’d done it or not. I can’t live without you, baby.”

“I’d never hurt you like that. I don’t want you to believe I could do that to you,” I told him.

“Mmmm,” he murmured in my ear. “Well then, make my ache feel better right now. Stand up for me and stick out that sweet ass.”

My body was already tingling, but those words made the tingles burst into flames. He moved off me, and I stood up and bent over to grab the back of the sofa.

His hands circled my waist and he groaned. “Fuck, Sadie. This ass is amazing.” He put his hand between my legs. “Spread them wider.”

I did as I was told and waited anxiously for him to fill me. This was normally how we ended fights. In one thrust he was inside me. I cried out his name and held on to the sofa as he moved his h*ps so that he slid in and out of me. “My sweet ass,” he said as he slapped one of my butt cheeks.

Whenever we fought, Jax needed sex that reminded him that I was his. It eased his mind. This was part of it. Claiming my body. The good part for me was that his words made me hotter.

“No one else gets to touch this. Just me. It’s always just been mine,” he said in a reverent tone as he caressed the spot he had spanked. “Tell me it’s mine, Sadie.”

Biting my lip, I kept from smiling, but I didn’t say anything. When I didn’t tell him he got more demanding, and I loved that. His hand slapped my other butt cheek. “Tell me,” he repeated, and I pressed back against him with my bottom and he growled.

His hand slid down to my swollen clit, and he stopped moving. I was panting now, needing him to take me over the edge. “Tell me,” he repeated in a deep, demanding voice.

“It’s yours. I’m yours,” I said, desperate for him to take me there.

“Fucking right I am,” he growled, and slammed into me as his thumb played with my tenderness between my legs.

I started to tremble as my orgasm built. “Now, Sadie,” he said, and just like that I exploded as his arms wrapped around me to hold me up, and he emptied his release inside me.

We both shuddered and cried each other’s name. Then we were on the sofa and I was curled up at Jax’s side as he pulled a cashmere blanket over us. I laid my head on his chest and traced the infinity with my name on his side.

“Thank you. You always know when I need it like that, and you make it f**king amazing,” he said as he kissed the top of my head.

“You’re welcome, but I enjoyed that mind-blowing orgasm at the end, so it wasn’t all for you,” I teased him.

He chuckled and pulled me closer. “I’m gonna want you again in a few minutes. I’ll be sweet this time,” he said.

I wasn’t sure I needed sweet right now. “Maybe we could do sweet tomorrow. I kind of like the idea of you f**king me against the wall next.”

“God, I love you,” he said as his thumb slipped under my chin and he tilted my head back so that I was looking at him. “You tell me you want to be f**ked, and I’m hard instantly. You ready to deal with the reaction you created?”

Laughing, I moved on top of him. “I think I can handle it.”

He reached for his jeans on the floor and reached into the pocket. “First, this needs to go back where it belongs. Where it will always belong. For f**king ever,” he said as he slipped my engagement ring back on my finger. Then he kissed it. “Don’t ever leave me again, baby. Even if I act like a shit. Slap me or get naked. Either will get my attention.”

I grinned, bent down over him, and kissed his nose. “Why didn’t I think of that the first time?”

He chuckled and reached back to squeeze my bottom in his hands. “There won’t ever be a next time. I know how it feels to walk into our room and have you not be there. I never want to f**king feel that again.”

I kissed his forehead, then trailed kisses down the side of his face to meet his lips. “Good,” I said before I sank into a kiss that would get me pushed up against a wall, full of Jax Stone, within minutes.

Marcus and Willow from Because of Low

Willow

Eli was standing on a stool beside me, helping me roll up cookie dough, then pat it flat. His preschool class was having a party tomorrow, and he was assigned to bring the cookies. This was all he had talked about all week. To a three-year-old little boy, cookies were of upmost importance.