Page 119 of Finding His Redemption

She whimpered, but he had already slid his hand between their bodies, fingers finding her clit, pinching it just this side of too hard. It sent her reeling, body arching up into him, the pressure building, building… and then she was flying apart, shattering around the unyielding length of him.

“That’s it, sweetness. Milk my cock. Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t—” He bucked into her, grinding their pelvises together, until she came again, this time so violently her legs cramped and she sobbed against his shoulder. She felt every pulse and twitch of him, every obscene, perfect glide of his cock inside her. He fucked her through her release, didn’t stop even when she tried to twist away, overwhelmed and raw.

“Stay with me,” he growled and scooped her legs over his shoulders. He straightened onto his knees, gripping her thighs, holding her open for each thrust. He pounded into her so deep she couldn’t get enough air. But she didn’t need to breathe. All she needed was to feel him everywhere, forever.

“Jax…” His name was little more than a whimper.

“You’re not done yet. You’re gonna come around me again.” He slowed his pace, his cock dragging against every hot, swollen nerve.

“I could live inside you.” He stared down at where they were joined, watching himself glide in and out of her body with hooded eyes. “Never want to leave.”

“More.” She arched into him, desperate for more, and he gave it to her, slamming in so hard again that air whooshed from her lungs.

“Yeah, you like being ruined by me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, and then it was nothing but sensation, all heat and desperate want. When she broke again, it was with a strangled cry he silenced with his mouth. He swallowed her scream and poured himself out inside her, hips jerking as he gave up every last bit of control.

He finally collapsed on top of her, crushing her in the best way. Neither of them moved for a long time; his cock still inside her, softening, their sweat mixing where their skin touched. She wanted to stay tangled up in him forever, to feel his weight pinning her to the mattress until every last memory of Alek was crushed out of existence.

He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her ear. “You have no idea what you just did to me.”

She did. She could feel it in the way he was still shuddering on top of her. She shook with the aftershocks, too. “I think you ruined me.”

“Promised you I would.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then rolled to his side, pulling off the condom. He discarded it and cleaned up with the towel she’d used that morning, then came back to the bed and dragged her onto his chest. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing gradually returning to normal.

“Never thought I’d get this again,” he whispered and smoothed a hand reverently over her hair. “Someone who’d let me touch them like this. Someone who’d want me to.”

Her eyes burned. He was so vulnerable, so broken, and still trying so hard to put himself back together.

She cupped his face in her hands, stroking her thumbs over his cheekbones. “Well,Iwant you, Jaxon Thorne. All of you. The broken parts and the beautiful parts.”

He winced. “There aren’t very many beautiful parts.”

“You’re wrong.” She sat up and straddled him, leaning down until her hair curtained them in. She brushed her lips over his. “You just don’t see them yet.”

But she did.

Every damn one.

And, she promised herself, she’d make sure he saw them, too.

chapter

thirty-five

So this waswhat peace felt like.

Nessie was curled against him beneath the faded quilt, her arm draped across his chest, dark hair tickling his jaw with each breath.

Jax thought he’d be content to lie here in this moment forever.

But then he heard a sound from the door.

He made sure they were both properly covered, then cocked his head to see around the bed’s footboard. Two sets of eyes peeked around the edge of the door—dark ones belonging to a mischievous little boy and mismatched ones belonging to a dog who looked at him like he hung the moon.

When Oliver saw him looking, he giggled and ducked back into the hall. “He saw us!” he whispered to the dog loud enough that Jax was surprised it didn’t wake Nessie.

Smiling to himself, he gently slid his arm from under her head, taking a moment to shake some circulation back into it. Then he grabbed his jeans, slid them on, and walked out into the living room to find Oliver and Echo pretending they hadn’t been spying.

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