Page 88 of Jax

“Hm?” I purred. “You don’t sound all that bothered to me.”

Still hanging onto the branch above, I leaned down close until her cheek was a hair’s breadth from my nose, the heat from her red face radiating to me.

Those beautiful green eyes couldn’t decide whether to look into my eyes or at my lips. Her own tongue poked out her mouth, ready to lick her own lips, and not realizing how close we were, they instead touched mine.

She gasped in surprise, eyes jumping to mine.

So goddamn cute.

My arm was shaking with impatience, the urge to grab her and take her right there and then was overwhelming. But that wasn’t my goal. It had been my turn for far too long. This time it was hers.

“Kiss me, Ronnie,” I growled.

I didn’t have to ask twice.

The small gap between us disappeared and her soft lips pressed against mine. They were sweet, gentle, and timid. Different from every time I’d initiated the kiss.

“Hmmm,” Ronnie murmured, leaning back just enough to look me in the eyes. Her tongue poked out her mouth for a second time, and in a long, slow gesture, it glazed over her lips. “You taste like a tree.”

Then she smiled. She fucking smiled.

My restraint snapped.

I jerked forward, grasping her lips between my teeth, wanting to bite them until they bled just to have that shy hiss once more. I wanted to take her ass with my hands and her tits in my palms. I wanted to make her gasp and cry with every tool I had at my disposal.

But I held back, sucking them hard into my mouth until she took in a sharp breath. Her hands grasped my hair and I felt a sharp sting at her pull, but it only turned me on more.

“Ron—”

It snapped.

Not my restraint or hers. Not my patience.

The branch.

“Shit!” I yelled as I went stumbling forward, crashing into Ronnie’s small body and taking her into the brush with me.

We were slapped with leaves, stabbed with twigs, and hit with the hard ground as we slammed into the grass-covered ground. My back felt all of it as Ronnie’s weight pressed down on my wheezing chest, my hands gripped like a vice around her back. Her brown hair was in my face and I felt her chin digging into my collarbone.

“How many times are we going to do this,” I groaned, my chest throbbing with the pain the small girl was inflicting on top of me. “Fuck, Ronnie, you hurt.”

“Not as much as you, you bastard.” Ronnie groaned, lifting her head from my chest. She huffed, flicking her hair out of her face as much as she could to look down at me.

“Touché,” I breathed.

At least I caught her this time. I suppose that was one good thing.

“I’m gonna get up now,” Ronnie warned, beginning to jostle on my chest.

Fuck, that hurt.

“No, no, no.” I grabbed her hips tight in my palms, pressing her down against me.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

Yes, it fucking did.

“No,” I lied. “I just prefer you like this.”

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