Page 60 of Unraveled

“But the sand.”

“The sand…”

“My place it is, then.” I grinned, and by some grace or miracle, the front of the house was empty when we walked in.

“Put me down,” I whisper-mouthed, but Jet shook his head, quickly carrying me up the stairs. We could already hear sounds coming from Izzy and Tucker’s room as we passed by, spurring Jet on faster. I swung the door shut behind us as he rushed to the bathroom, only setting me down to start the shower.

I was already pulling my bikini strings free while he tested the water, excitement coursing through me at having him in the shower. That was one place we hadn’t tried before.

“Shit,” I mumbled, darting back into the bedroom when Jet’s thumbs reached under the waist of his board shorts. I dug in my nightstand and held up the condom between two fingers as I walked back, Jet now watching me from the doorway. “Almost forgot this. Not taking chances.”

“Agreed.”

He pulled me against him as soon as I was close, his cock hard as steel and pressing into my stomach between us. “Now, or once we’re in?” I wiggled the fingers that held the protection.

“Now. Once we’re in there, I can’t guarantee how long I’ll wait.”

I ripped the package open and stepped back to roll the condom on, and as soon as it was in place, Jet yanked back the curtain and was dragging us both under the water. His mouth met mine as his arms went around me, simultaneously steering me backwards so that my back pressed against theshower wall.

My hands slid up his chest, droplets of water already sliding down in beads to make his skin slick. I clasped my fingers behind his neck, drinking him in. The scent of spices, ocean, and oil that I knew as him filled my senses as the water sprayed over us.

Jet’s lips left mine to trail along my jaw and then my neck as he nipped and sucked at my skin, every single bite mark electrifying and sending a small jolt to my clit. My hands ran down his shoulders and arms, his muscles strong and firm, and I leaned forward to lick some drops of water from his chest before reaching between us to grip his cock.

He groaned, and in a second, Jet had flipped me, sending a surprised gasp through my lips. Anticipation building with my excitement as he placed one hand at the top of my back, pressing me to the wall. I could feel his cock bobbing against one of my cheeks, and I waited, dying to know what he would do. Knowing I trusted him with anything.

He ran a hand along the other side of my ass, like he was savoring. Worshiping. And I cried out when he smacked it.

“That’s it, dirty girl. Make those sounds. Let me know how you like it when I worship you.”

I moaned, and he smacked me again.

“God, you’re such an ass man,” I murmured as he rubbed away the sting.

“I’d be insane not to be with an ass this perfect in my hands.” He grabbed both cheeks before smacking again, and the whimper I released turned into a moan as he slid into me from behind. “Fuuuuck… You are perfect, sweetheart. The way your pussygrips me…”

“It knows who it belongs to. Now, fuck me,” I demanded, pushing back with my ass to rock on his dick.

With a growl tearing from his chest, Jet gripped my shoulders and thrust. I cried out, the angle deep, and from that moment on there were no words between us. Just panting, grunting, and moaning. Every sound we could draw from each other. I just held on, Jet pounding me into oblivion, and when my pussy clenched with the wave of my orgasm, I had to cover my mouth to hide my scream. It was only a few thrusts later that he came spiraling after me, and he leaned forward to press his head against his arm on the wall a few feet above mine when he was done.

I wiggled my ass, and Jet huffed a small laugh, finally pulling from me so I could stand from the awkward position. I leaned against him, tucking my head into his shoulder as he caught his breath.

“Thank you.” I placed a kiss along his collarbone.

“For?” he asked, his voice behind me with how we stood.

“For making me your priority again.”

His arm came up, wrapping me securely to him. “I’m here every night that you need me from now on.”

“Promise?” I asked, emotion filling my chest.

“Promise.”

Chapter 19

TUCKER

Sitting on the end of my tailgate a few nights later, I squeezed my hands into fists against my thighs as I watched the Firebird and Mustang speed around the makeshift track. Jet was racing David tonight, and it was close, dirt spraying into the air with each turn they made. Always neck and neck. It was so close that I couldn’t even tell who won, the hoods of their cars passing the line together.

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