Page 56 of Blood Sport

Jaylen chuckles and shakes his head. “No, Evie, I don’t kill people out here. The quietness helps me clear my head.”

I blow out a sharp breath and nod. After his confession last night about killing Roman, I’m not sure what he gets up to in his spare time. He could have killed way more people that I just don’t know about. The thought is unnerving, to say the least. So Jaylen coming out to a place like this on his motorcycle to clear his head is not something I would have thought he would do—

In the blink of an eye, Jaylen is standing in front of me, his ocean eyes staring down at me. The intensity in them is enough to send a nervous shiver racing down my spine.

“What are you doing?” I ask, unable to look away.

“I want to know why you got his number.”

I square my shoulders. Okay, so it seems we’re doing this right now.

“Because I can, Jaylen.”

He shakes his head, soft curls brushing across his forehead. “No, you can’t.”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” I argue with a frown, not backing down from the stare-off. Who is he to tell me what I can and can’t do? “I don’t belong to you.”

Jaylen grins and tugs his lip ring between his teeth before releasing it. “See, little angel, that’s where you’re wrong. You are mine, and you always will be.”

He leans down and presses his lips against mine, and I can feel the urgency by the way his hands come up to grip the side of my face as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, claiming me. I’m helpless as he consumes me. The only thing I’m capable of doing is groaning into his mouth and pressing my body against his to help ease the need throbbing from my pussy.

I hate that as soon as he touches me, I lose all the self-control I had been holding onto for dear life. How is it that he can just swoop in and throw me for a loop with just one touch? It’s unfair.

Jaylen’s hands lower to rest on my hips, knocking the helmet out from under my arm. It crashes to the dirt-covered ground beside us. He rocks into me, his hard cock rubbing against the apex of my thigh. All I can picture is the barbell through the crown and what that would feel like inside of me.

Am I going to find out?

A strangled cry leaves my lips when Jaylen pulls away, his crimson eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Turn around and bend over the seat.”

My eyes widen at his request. “I don’t—”

“Just do it, Evie,” he demands, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Excitement and curiosity bubbles within my chest at the thought of what could happen next. We’re out here alone with not a single car or person in sight. Just the two of us.

Anything could fucking happen, and that’s the thrilling part. I can just give in to the attraction I feel for him. At this point, it’s bursting at the seams, no longer wanting to be kept hidden.

Doing as I’m told, I turn and bend over the seat, resting my stomach on the warm leather. I fold my arms against my chest and expose my ass to Jaylen. With my back to him, I’m unable to see what he’s doing, but the audible groan from his lips doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. I jump when I feel his cold fingertips running up the length of my thighs before stopping at the hem of my denim shorts. “You won’t be needing these.” In one swift movement, he pulls them down my thighs, exposing the black lace panties I chose this morning.

I clench my slick thighs together, the pressure building in my core almost unbearable. “Jay-len.”

I hold my breath when he runs a finger down the cleft of my cheeks, tracing the thin material acting as a barrier between him and my soaked pussy. I try to wriggle my hips to ease the pressure, but it does nothing.

“So eager,” Jaylen comments. He pushes the material to the side and runs his finger along my slick folds, aching for him to touch it. To relieve the pressure. “This cunt is mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”

Without warning, he plunges his finger into my pussy, eliciting an almost animalistic cry from my lips. I bite back another cry as he pushes his finger deeper, hitting the spot that drives me crazy before pulling back at a painstakingly slow pace.

“You’re so tight and wet,” Jaylen comments, running his left hand over the curve of my ass before slapping it so hard the sound echoes across the clearing along with the cry from my lips. “You take me so well, little angel. Almost as if you were made just for me.”

I screw my eyes shut and focus on the sensation already building in my core, threatening to throw me over the edge. I haven't been touched like this since I broke up with Roman, so my body has been craving this feeling for a long time. Too fucking long.

Before I can dive off the edge, Jaylen removes his finger with a pop, and I groan in frustration. If he’s just going to play with me, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.

“Not yet,” he says as he runs his hand over the ass cheek that I’m sure now has his handprint in red. “I want to taste you as you come on my tongue.”

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