Page 121 of Jolt's Vengeance

The cool air brushes against my bare skin, sending shivers up my spine that have nothing to do with the temperature.

My back presses against the rough exterior of the clubhouse, the stucco scraping slightly against my skin.

But any discomfort is lost in the sensation of Jolt's body pressed against mine, his dark green eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that could set fire to the very air around us.

"Need you now," I pant, accent thick as ever.

"Got you, baby," he murmurs, and then he's lifting me up with his powerful arms.

My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and I can feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Jolt—"

He thrusts into me in one smooth motion that steals my breath away.

We’re frantic, the kind of sloppy, desperate sex that speaks of too much alcohol and not enough forethought—but it's perfect.

His pace relentless, each thrust pushing a moan from my lips, as he hits spots deep within me that leave my vision speckled with stars.

"God, yes," I cry out, clinging to him, my fingernails digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

"Aggie..." Jolt grunts, his voice strained with effort.

I look down to see his tribal tattoos flexing with each movement, a mesmerizing dance of ink on skin.

"Harder," I demand, egged on by the fierceness in his gaze.

He gives me exactly what I want, his grip tightening as he pounds into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with our ragged breaths.

The world narrows to this moment, to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, to the feeling of being utterly consumed by someone who matches your passion so completely.

"Jack," I say, using his real name.

I find myself using his birth name more frequently lately.

The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm teetering on the edge.

And then, with a few more primal thrusts from him, I'm tumbling over, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

Jolt follows soon after, his body tensing as he buries himself deep within me, his release hot and pulsing.

He collapses against me, both of us slick with sweat and spent from how hard we were going.

For a moment, we're still, nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing and the distant echo of music from the party.

I let my head fall back against the wall, eyes closed as I savor the lingering aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me.

"Best birthday ever," I manage to say, and Jolt chuckles, his breath tickling my neck.

"Only the best for my girl," he replies, kissing me softly.

We slowly disentangle ourselves, pulling clothes back into place with unsteady hands.

Jolt fastens my jeans for me and zips my fly. “Wanna head back in there, or cuddle up and watch some TV?”

He damn well knows what I want to do. “Now, what do you think?”

Jolt throws his arm around my shoulders, “Let’s get back to the trailer, birthday girl.”

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