Page 44 of Keeping Sarah

I continued to let the hot water pound against my body as my thoughts whirred. One thing Rex was good for was my sex drive. He whispered such naughty things in my head. Just thinkingabout that aspect of him made me smile. As the water touched every part of me, I wanted to do the same. I thought about his bathtub, floating peacefully until my body went to war with itself. My left hand caressed my tits, while my right hand went for my clit. Those dirty words coming from him. My own filthy thoughts. I had made him leave before I really went at it, but some part of me knew I was doing a bad thing.

And I liked it.

Did I like it? Or did he?

It was hard to tell the difference in that moment. I stroked all over my body and gave myself to the memory. Rex had been the most powerful person on Halla but didn’t have power over me—I had power over him. And I had liked that. But when he coaxed me intorelaxing, as he put it, I wondered who had the power then. The question drove me closer to another orgasm. I gasped as my pussy ached to be filled. I was so close.

The bathroom door opened, and I froze in place.

Jac saw me through the shower glass. Saw what I was doing. His face went from half asleep to wide awake. Hungry. Hard. He strode to the shower, slid the door open, and stepped in. Without a word, he turned me around and pulled my hips back.

He licked up my neck and murmured, “What were you thinking about?” before he entered me. We grunted together from the force of his thrust, but he remained buried inside of me. Not moving. “Tell me.”

It was hard to make words with his cock so deep in me, my body already aching for release. “The night…when Deacon was jealous. The belt—"

He growled, “Yeah, the belt.”

Then he grabbed the top of my shoulders and slammed relentlessly at my body with his. Our wet bodies collided again and again, the slap of him against my ass was like a spanking that I so richly deserved. He took a fist of my hair and pulled itstraight back, like I was his ride, and he would tell me where to go. His other hand reached around for my clit.

He snarled, “So wet and tight, fuck!”

I was. Everything I had thought of before he had walked in had gotten me there. Now with him inside of me, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think anymore. I had done all the foreplay for him.

He released my hair, and I nearly fell forward, but I caught myself on the hot stone surface of the shower wall. Jac stayed on my clit, though. His free hand wrapped around me, reaching for my breasts and hauling me upright against him. Then he stopped.

“Not like this.” He pulled out and spun me to face him. Lifting me onto his cock, he ordered, “Legs around me. Good. Hold on tight.”

I belted his neck with my arms, holding him close. I knew he was strong, but we were both wet and I didn’t want to fall. He pressed my back against the hot stone for leverage and fucked me like that.

It wasn’t two strokes before I came all over his cock. Screaming, smacking the wall, his shoulders, kicking, I had lost all control of my body as he pumped into me. It was like he wanted to test the integrity of the wall with my back as he continued to pound me relentlessly. His whole body arched and roared as he came. I would have sworn his sound had come all the way from his toes.

We made out until his cock softened completely and slipped away from me. Afterwards, we cleaned up without a word between us. Not until we were drying off did he ask in a sly tone, “Didn’t feel like using your new trick?”

“It’s a gift,” I corrected him. “Not a trick. Magicians use tricks.”

“Right, right. But not really what I meant.”

I knew exactly what he meant, but I just didn’t have it in me to go another round. “I think I’d rather try to sleep, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is. I just didn’t want you to think I was a quitter,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I laughed and rolled my eyes before he kissed me again. He took my hand and led me to the bed. I crawled in behind Deacon on his side. He fidgeted, tail thumping against the mattress, until I pet his shoulder. Then, he settled and was out again.

Jac’s steady breaths on the back of my neck tickled, but soon, they soothed me to a deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER 14

Jacaranda

She still isn’t herself.

I had noticed it when she and Deacon had come back from the temple and every time I looked at her since. That vacant look in her eyes. Not cold, but not herself, either. Not unless we were fucking.

The next morning as we prepared for Mock and Silence’s union, Deacon told me she had not even tried to contact her mother at the temple.

“Why not?” I asked.

He sighed. “She told me her mother would worry, if she saw her like this.”

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