Jackson (Wild Boys After Dark, #3)(13)

“Why are you so edgy all of a sudden?” She set the book down and rose beside him, then bent at the waist to retrieve the cake, giving him an eyeful of her gorgeous curves. He reached for her hips, wanting to tear off her faded jeans and f*ck her right there, bent over in the middle of the woods, so he could work out his frustrations. She liked it when he was aggressive, and his emotions were all over the map this weekend. He couldn’t get Bryce out of his mind, and every time he looked at her, it drove the guy’s proposal into his heart like a stake.

She rose as he gripped her hips—tight—and pulled her body flush against his. He was rock hard again, and when she rubbed her ass against his cock, he tightened his grip even more.

“We can’t. I’m too out of control,” he growled.

She rested her head back against his chest with a sigh, reached one hand up and guided his mouth to her neck, then reached between them and stroked his cock through his jeans.

“Laney, I’m not in a good place.”

“Seems like you’re in a very good place,” she countered, pressing into him again.

“No, I’m not.” He pushed back, and she tightened her hold on his cock, keeping him close. “Laney,” he warned.

She turned in his arms and worked the button of his jeans free. “I’m as f*cked up as you are over this.” Her eyes were liquid fire. “Bryce sent my world spinning.” She unzipped his jeans, shoved her hand in his briefs, and cupped his balls. “You and I both know there’s only one way we can work through this shit without losing our minds.”

He looked away. “It’s not the answer.” His chest was so tight, his cock rigid as steel and throbbing with need, but it still wasn’t the answer. “I’ll hurt you. I’m too f*cking messed up.”

She gripped his jeans at the hips and tugged them down. He hissed out a breath at the freeing of his erection.

She held her palm out in front of his mouth. “Lick,” she commanded with narrow eyes and a firm tone.

“Laney.” If his tongue touched her, he was going to take all of her.

She gripped his jaw hard and then sealed her lips over his, thrusting her tongue in angry strokes. When she pulled back, her eyes were sad and angry at once, and his resolve melted. He clutched her wrist and held it tight, then dragged his wet tongue up the length of it and sucked her fingers into his mouth. Without a word, she brought her mouth to his, licking around her fingers, kissing as he sucked and swirled his tongue over her. Everything she did was goddamn sexy. She pulled back abruptly, then crouched in front of him and took his aching cock in her mouth.

“Holy f*ck, Laney.” His chin fell to his chest and his hands fisted in her hair as he watched his hard length move in and out of her mouth.

Her tongue swirled over the swollen head, sending shocks of lust racing up his chest. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing with just enough pressure to send his hips forward as his hands tugged her mouth deeper over him until his cock hit the back of her throat. She moaned, and it vibrated right through him.

He guided her efforts, fast and angry, pouring all his emotions into this one act. It was too much, seeing her willingly let him f*ck her mouth and knowing she was just as confused as he was. He yanked her hair back, sending his erection smacking against his stomach. He needed so much more of her. Wanted so much more.

“Laney,” he pleaded, but he didn’t know for what.

She looked up at him as she brought her mouth to his balls. Her tongue moved in slow, torturous strokes over his sac, her eyes trained on him, still heated with conflicting emotions. She tugged his jeans to his ankles.

“Off,” she demanded. “Now.”

He kicked off his boots and stripped, willing to give her anything and everything he had.

She spread his legs, lifted his sac, and licked the sensitive skin beneath. He closed his eyes against the surge of desire rushing down his spine. Laney took what she wanted, dragging her tongue over him until his sac tightened and he groaned aloud. Then she stripped from her clothes, crushed her bare breasts to his chest, and thrust his hand between her legs.

“See what you do to me?” Her eyes glared into his. “Bryce doesn’t make me this wet. No man makes me this wet.” She sank onto his fingers and moaned as she took his other hand and licked his palm, leaving a dollop of wetness in the center, then wrapped it around his cock. “Fuck me while you get yourself off.”

He clenched his jaw. She loved to watch him jerk off as much as he loved to watch her, but right then he wanted to do so many dirty things to her that jerking off wasn’t part of the plan. He stroked his rigid length as his fingers f*cked her, furtively seeking her pleasure point. She went up on her toes, guiding him as she gripped his wrist, breathing hard, holding his hand in place.

“There. Oh God, Jackson. Right there.”

He stroked her as she watched him touching both of them, and—f*ck—it turned him on so much his thighs were shaking. Her legs went stiff as she tightened around his fingers.

“I’m gonna…Jackson. I want to see you come, too.” She cradled his balls as he stroked his cock, still working his magic inside her tight *. She was panting, a sheen of sweat formed on her upper lip. Her hands moved to his biceps, fingernails digging into his skin, as she rode his hand faster, then shattered—hips bucking, inner muscles pulsating.