Page 36 of Peacocks

His hands were everywhere—firm and steady as he guided me into place, my body open beneath him. I shivered as his fingers trailed down my stomach, skimming over sensitive skin before settling between my legs.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then he glanced at me with flushed cheeks. “Prettier than a peacock.”

I huffed out a laugh, my head falling back against the pillow. “Pretty sure that’s going on the list for cheesiest line anyone’s ever used during sex.”

Jay shook his head, grinning. “Give it time. I can get cheesier.”

I wanted to give it time. I wanted to have all the time in the world with him.

His fingers slipped lower, circling me in a way that made my breath hitch. He took his time, his movements coaxing me open until I was panting, my hips lifting into his touch.

“Jay,” I breathed, gripping his arms. “Please.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice barely above a deep whisper. “Tell me if I do.”

“You won’t,” I promised, my voice shaking. “I trust you.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, his lips lingering on mine as he reached for the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. I heard the faint click of the cap, the cool sensation of the gel slicking his fingers before he pressed them against me.

I gasped at the first touch, my body tensing instinctively before I forced myself to relax. Jay’s hand was steady, his voice low and soothing as he murmured soft reassurances against my temple.

“That’s it,” he said, breath warm against my skin. “Relax, sweetheart.”

When he finally slid inside me, the stretch was intense, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that left me breathless. Jay stilled, his body trembling with restraint as he gave me time to adjust, his hands gripping my hips like they were the only thing tethering him to the moment.

“Lane,” he said again, his voice breaking. “You feel so… God, you feel amazing.”

My fingers tightened in the sheets, my body arching into his. “Yes, fuck,” I managed, my voice a little desperate. “Jay.”

He moved, his hips rolling forward in a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. The discomfort faded quickly, replaced by a growing heat that built with every thrust, every brush of his skin against mine.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice strained. “Am I?—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I gasped, cutting him off.

Jay’s movements grew faster, more urgent, but he never lost the tenderness in his touch. His lips found mine again, swallowing my gasps and moans as he pushed me closer to the edge. Every thrust hit a spot deep inside me that made my vision blur, my body trembling as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

I thought about how affectionate he was with me, how protective. How much he always put my pleasure above his own. How much I trusted him. Emotion overwhelmed me. I wanted to say something to tell him what I was feeling, but I was still scared my confession would somehow screw things up.

“Jay, I—” I started, but the words were swallowed by a cry as I came undone beneath him, the pleasure ripping through me like a wave. My hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin as I shattered in his arms.

Jay wasn’t far behind, his rhythm faltering as he groaned my name, his head dropping to my shoulder as he followed me over the edge.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling in the quiet. Jay pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder before rolling to the side, pulling me with him.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, curling into his chest. “That display more than lived up to the train rattling.”

He chuckled softly, his hand trailing up and down my back. “Good. Because I don’t think I can move for a while.”

I smiled, letting myself relax against him. In his arms, I felt whole, complete, like every jagged piece of me had finally found its place.

I’d been patient, just like Disco Dave had learned to be… and now, finally, I’d found my mate.

And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid of what came next.

Chapter Eight

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