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How the hell did I think I could walk away from this, from him? No one has ever touched me like Jax; he sets my body on fire in ways that I never thought were possible. He starts working my clit with his thumb as I ride him with all I’ve got, moving up and down and grinding back and forth over his gloriously huge cock. “Holy fuck,” I pant, digging my fingernails into Jax’s shoulders, using them for leverage. Somehow, it’s both too much and not enough- I want more and it’s more than I can take.

He works my clit harder with one hand, gripping my waist with the other to guide me as I keep riding his dick. He keeps thrusting up into me with increased intensity, his breathing getting shallow.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close…” Jax pants into the crook of my neck, pinching my clit between his fingers. “I need you to come for me now.”

It’s like his words have a direct line to my vagina- as soon as they fall from his lips, I crumble into an earth-shattering orgasm, screaming as my body trembles and I hold onto Jax for dear life. In one more thrust, he’s right there with me, squeezing my body tight to his as I feel the warmth of his release flood inside me.

Jax presses his lips to mine, kissing me through the last little tremors of my climax. Then he pulls back, gazing into my eyes, brushing my hair out of my face with his fingertips. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such adoration in his gaze as he watches me catch my breath, still catching his own. His wolf is close to the surface, silver swirling in his irises, and I can feel my own peeking back at him.

He’s still staring at me as I climb off of him and back over to the passenger seat, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. “Damn you’re sexy,” Jax grumbles, raking his eyes up and down my body. I’m completely naked save for my camel-colored knee-high riding boots and my little black panties, which are still pushed over to the side.

I look down at myself and chuckle softly, thinking how I finally put these ‘riding boots’ to good use.

Jax grabs some napkins from the glovebox so we can get cleaned up, then I slip on my bra and glance around the cab of the truck in search of my dress. Jax pulls on his shirt, yanks his pants and boxers up, and turns to reach into the back seat, retrieving my navy dress. When I see it, I try to grab it from him, but he pulls it away playfully, holding it just out of my reach.

“Hey!” I object, reaching for it again.

Jax laughs, yanking it back. “You look better without it.”

I roll my eyes, lunging for my dress, and this time he lets me have it. I pull it on over my head and smooth it down the front of my body.

“Do you wanna stay for dinner or something?” I ask, combing my fingers through my unruly hair. “My dad’s chicken cacciatore is legendary.”

Jax pauses, considering. “You want me to have dinner with your dad?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with that?” I shrug like it’s no big deal, but it’s a huge fucking deal and my dad will probably give him the third degree. “I had dinner with your family…”

“Yeah, and you didn’t reek of sex,” he laughs, shaking his head and smoothing back his hair. “Your scent’s all over me, how am I gonna face your dad like this?”

A devilish smile creeps across my face. “Put on some cologne or something?”

Jax leans toward me, reaching out to grab my face with both hands, pulling me closer. “You’re trouble,” he growls against my mouth, nipping my lower lip. “And for some reason I can’t get enough.”

He kisses me hard, stealing my breath, and I’m dizzy by the time he pulls away. He swipes the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, fresh lust swirling in his eyes. Then he hits me with a callback to when we set our rules, and in that moment, I know for sure they were meant to be broken; that we were meant to wind up here somehow. He arches a brow, lips spreading into a smug grin. “So glad we had this talk.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Jax

As Quinn and I walk back into the Summervale packhouse after our little ‘chat’, Brooke pokes her head out of the kitchen doorway, a smile stretching her lips when she sees the two of us.

“So?” she asks excitedly, rushing over to meet us as Quinn pushes the front door closed behind her.

The smug expressions that Quinn and I are sporting must give us away because Brooke lets out an excited squeak, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

I slide an arm around Quinn’s waist and tuck her into my side almost instinctively as she laughs, shaking her head at Brooke. “Please just play it cool in front of my dad?”

Brooke nods, quickly reining in her enthusiasm. “Of course. I’m just glad you two figured things out.”

I’m not sure if we ‘figured things out’, per se, but at least we’re finally on the same page with admitting we have real feelings for each other and wanting to give this thing a real shot. There are still some lingering questions, like how to navigate actually dating my best friend’s sister, our ties to our packs, and the biggest question of all- whether or not we’re fated mates. We can figure out the rest of it later, though. Together.

“Thanks for the work you put in with Theo,” Quinn says quietly, tossing Brooke a wink.

“Oh please,” Brooke scoffs, rolling her eyes. “He was being a child. He’s gotta stop reacting first and asking questions later if he’s gonna be Alpha. We’re working on it.” She smiles fondly, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen. “Speaking of Theo, I was about to help him set the table for dinner. Jax, are you staying?”

“Yeah,” Quinn answers for me, angling her body into mine and pressing her palm to my chest. “Right?” She looks up at me with those hazel eyes, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t say no to her. I wonder if she knows how much of a hold she’s got on me.

“Of course,” I say, pulling her in closer. Considering her dad could walk in at any moment, I should probably get my hands off of her… but I can’t help myself. Now that she’s by my side again, I never wanna let her go.

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