Page 42 of Alpha Jax

Her eyes fly open, meeting mine. “No. Not all of it.”

I look away, kicking myself for even asking. It’s not like this flirtation with Quinn can go anywhere, and I crossed a line with her last night.

“I just hate that Kyla’s going through this,” she mumbles, and I glance back to see her staring out the window again. “I know how shitty it feels, I went through it earlier this summer.”

I draw a breath, studying Quinn’s pained expression in her reflection. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? What dude lucky enough to land Quinn would fuckingcheaton her?!

She turns to face me, pulling one of her knees up into her chest. “I dated this guy Clay for over a year,” she breathes. “I thought everything was great between us, we had a whole future planned together, and then I walked in on him fucking a friend of mine.”

I scowl, anger rising in my chest at the thought of someone doing that to Quinn, of putting her through that. I don’t even know the guy and I want to tear him limb from limb. “He sounds like a real piece of shit,” I grumble.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “He was. I was really fucked up over it for a while, like it was partially my fault or something.”

I inhale sharply and Quinn shakes her head, continuing. “I know it wasn’t, but when you’re going through something like that, you tend to have a warped view of the world.” Her throat works as she swallows hard. “I just hate that Kyla has to go through it,” she rasps, her eyes welling up with tears.

I can scent them, which drives my wolf nuts- and in that moment I’ll do anything to ease her pain and make her feel better. Common sense flies out the window, all that matters is soothing Quinn in any way I can. And the only thing I can think of to do is…

I lean across the center console, cupping Quinn’s face in a hand and pulling her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

At least that’s how it starts.

The chemistry between us is like a powder keg ready to explode. Quinn seems a little startled at first, but then she kisses me back, threading a hand through my hair, lips parting. Our tongues twine as our kisses become more urgent, more desperate. Suddenly I’m grabbing her by the waist, yanking her over the console. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me in the drivers’ seat, grabbing my face and nipping my lips with her rough kisses as she grinds her hips over my crotch.

Yeah, it escalates quickly. I’m like a man possessed- I can’t stop myself. I want to devour every inch of Quinn, please her like the goddess she is. I coast my hands up her thighs, gripping her hips, her waist. Slide them under her shirt to knead her gorgeous tits through her bra. Then I’m breaking our kiss to pull her shirt off over her head, fumbling with the clasp of her bra and sliding it off down her shoulders. Her boobs spill out of the cups and I’m not exaggerating when I say they’re perfect- they’re full and perky and topped with little pink nipples that immediately harden when exposed to the air, begging to be sucked.

I waste no time in doing just that- attaching my mouth to one nipple, nipping and sucking while I knead her other breast, then switch. Quinn arches her back, burying her hands in my hair as her head falls back on a moan. This girl is incredible- it’s like her body knows exactly how to respond to mine, and mine knows exactly how to touch hers to exact pleasure.

Quinn tugs at my hair, pulling my face back up to hers for another greedy, passionate kiss. As our tongues tangle, I keep my left hand on her breast, flicking her nipple with my thumb, while my right hand cruises down to the apex of her thighs, rubbing her through her leggings. I drag a finger up and down her slit through the thin material, eliciting the sweetest little gasp. I kiss her harder, swallowing her moans as I work my way up to the waistband of her leggings, slipping my hand inside.

She’s so fucking wet.I slide my fingers along her slit, teasing her clit a little bit before I work one of my thick digits inside of her, pumping in and out as she writhes and moans and grinds down on my hand. My cock is painfully hard inside its denim prison, every undulation of her hips making it twitch and thicken inside my jeans. I kiss my way down Quinn’s neck to attach my mouth to her nipple again as I slide in another digit, her tight pussy stretching around my fingers.

“Jaxon,” she pants, looping her arms around my neck and throwing her head back. I normally hate when people use my full name, but there’s something so fucking erotic about the way it sounds when it rolls off of Quinn’s tongue. I could listen to her say it all day.

“Yeah baby?” I murmur against her skin as I continue finger fucking her. Her body shudders as my thumb finds its way to her clit, rubbing the sensitive little nub.

“Fuuuuuck!” she cries out, crashing into her climax. She holds onto my shoulders, digging her fingernails in while she grinds her pussy down on my hand, riding out her orgasm. I muffle her moans with my mouth, kissing her hard as she comes, yanking her body tight to my chest.

This… this is fuckingbliss. This is what has been missing from my life. I want to spend every minute of every day wringing pleasure from Quinn’s body, coaxing moans from her lips. I want to touch her, hold her, possess her.

I slide my hand out of Quinn’s pants as her breathing evens out, her body relaxing against mine. She’s not done, though- I feel her hands sliding down my chest, over my abs, teasing along the waistband of my jeans.

Fuck. Rationality is starting to crash back in, and I want this, but I know Ishouldn’twant this. Quinn’s tongue traces along the column of my neck as she works the button of my pants open, sliding the zipper down. I groan and my body jolts as her fingertips brush my hard cock through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and I almost push out those nagging thoughts in the back of my mind and let go…

Almost.

“Quinn,” I pant, reaching for her wrist.

“Yeah?” she purrs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

“Ugnh,” I grunt, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand off of my junk. “We can’t…”

Quinn jolts backwards so fast that her back collides with the steering wheel, the sound of the horn startling us both. “What?!” she asks, wide-eyed.

I heave a sigh, scrubbing a hand over my face. “I just mean…” I set my hands on her hips. “We shouldn’t be doing this… Theo’s one of my closest friends, and going behind his back like this…”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Quinn scoffs, climbing off of my lap in a flash and reaching for her t-shirt on the floor of the passenger side.

Shit.She’spissed.

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