Jackson (Wild Boys After Dark, #3)(14)

“I want to f*ck you, Laney,” he said between gritted teeth.

“Yes, God, yes, Jackson.”

“Hard and rough, Laney. I want to drive into your ass and finger-f*ck you until you explode, and then I want to pound into your * and make you come again all over me.” He pulled her face to his and captured her moans in his mouth as she rode out another climax. Then he turned her around, holding her hips, and guided her a few feet forward to a tree.

She gripped the trunk with both hands and bent at the waist as he kicked her legs wide. She was too f*cking sexy for words, and she was the only woman he could ever be completely himself with—holding nothing back. Allowing his emotions to drive their ride, rough or tender, whatever he needed. Hell, he was the same way with her. He took whatever she needed or wanted to give. They were always perfectly matched.

“Fuck. I need lube and a condom, because I want to f*ck that wet * of yours afterward.” He disappeared into the tent and came back sheathed, lubed, and ready.

“Hurry,” she pleaded into the night. “God…hurry.”

He clutched her hips and pressed the head of his cock to her tightest hole.

“You’re sure?”

“Jackson!” She glared at him over her shoulder. “Stop being careful with me and f*ck me already.”

He thrust past the tight ring of muscles and felt her entire body stiffen. Her head fell between her shoulders with a long exhalation as she pressed her hips back, taking all of him in. He slid a hand around her hip and teased her wet folds, expertly finding her swollen clit with his thumb, stroking, taunting as he began to move in her ass.

“Oh, fuuuuuck.” Her voice was shaky.

“Am I hurting you?”

“God…Oh God. Only in the best kind of way.”

With one hand on her hip, he leaned over her and brought his teeth to the back of her neck as his hips met her ass, time and time again. His fingers sank into her, matching the rhythm of his cock as he f*cked her hard.

“I’m not gonna last,” he said against her ear. “Use your hand. Squeeze your nipple.”

She did, and her sweet, sexy moan vibrated through her as another climax clutched her, sending her upright, her back flush against his chest. Her body pulsed and thrust, and he slammed his eyes shut against the urge to come.

“I love f*cking you,” he ground out. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew from her ass and turned her in his arms. “You’re a f*cking goddess. You know that, right, Laney? Tell me you know I’d never do this with anyone else.”

“I know.” Her voice trembled. “Hold me, Jackson. Hold me.”

He wrapped one strong arm around her and crushed his mouth to hers, then scooped her into his arms and carried her into the tent, where he lay her down on the blankets and stripped off the condom, tossing it outside the tent. Her legs were shaking as he spread them wide and lowered his mouth between her legs.

“Too sensitive,” she said.

But he knew that only meant she’d come even harder. He pressed her thighs to the blanket and loved her with his mouth, sliding his tongue up and over her sensitive flesh as she writhed beneath him. Her head shifted from side to side, hands fisting in the blanket. He sucked her clit into his mouth, earning himself another sexy moan, then pushed his tongue into her wet center as she came on his tongue.

He moved swiftly up her body and took her in another demanding, possessive kiss, because right that second, she was his. Only his. He sank his cock into her and gathered her against him, holding her tight, wanting to brand her as his own. He opened his palm and stared at the tattoo of the key, but it was too much. He had to close his eyes against it. He didn’t want to lose her to some other man. He thrust in at a frantic, greedy pace as she clawed for purchase, her nails dragging across his shoulders and back—branding him with her marks.

“I’m gonna—” Her eyes slammed shut. “Oh God, Jackson.”

She locked her ankles around his waist, and the next hard thrust sent them both over the edge. Heat seared down his spine with each ejaculation. He captured her mouth with his, swallowing her gasps for breath with every buck of her hips. Aftershocks rattled through them, until they finally—blissfully—collapsed to the blankets, utterly sated and spent, tangled in each other’s arms.





Chapter Six


THE NEXT MORNING Laney lay on her side as the sun trickled in through the umbrella of trees, sprinkling light through the tent’s little screen window. She loved early mornings when they were camping. On the occasions when she stayed at Jackson’s place or he stayed at her place in the city, Jackson almost always awoke before her. Sometimes he even went on a morning run before she got out of bed, but when they were camping and it was just the two of them, without work rattling around in their heads or commitments looming, he usually slept in. In sleep, the tension that kept his jaw tight and his brows a little downturned wasn’t there.

One of his arms was arced over his head and his other hand lay on his stomach. He had slept in almost the same position since he was a teenager, and she reveled in the familiarity of it. She knew that if she made a sound, he’d reach for her without opening his eyes and pull her in tight against him, making contented sounds she’d come to love. When she was alone at night she’d think of those noises and the feel of him spooning her.