Page 38 of Bully's Second Chance
He stood up, looming over me as the sun set in the background. “I can kick you out of my house whenever I want. You don’t get to come here, run up my bills, and then speak to me like you own the damned place.”
I bucked up to him. “Then, go ahead. Throw me out. But I bet you don’t have the guts.”
He clenched his jaw. “Why are you like this?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
He held out his arms. “All I want is some fucking peace and quiet, and you’re acting like I’m keeping you here against your will. Like you’re doing me a damn favor. Your contract was up a week and a half ago. And yet, you’re still here. So, maybe it’s not my choice that kept you here, but your own. Ever think of that?”
I scoffed. “Enjoy your hot tub, asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
As he plopped back down into the tub, I went to go step out. But, my foot slipped on the edge of it, and I tumbled back in. I cried out as I fell in backward, knowing damn good and well I’d crack my head open against the other side of it.
However, Jax leaped up from his seated position and caught me in his arms. “Lily, you all right?”
Tears rushed my eyes. “I thought—I just knew—”
He helped steady me on the actual bottom of the hot tub. “Not while I’m around. I’ll always catch you, even if you don’t want me to.”
My eyes danced between his. “Why do you hate me so much? After all I’ve endured and all I’ve done, why do you hate me, Jax?”
His brow furrowed tightly. “You think I hate you?”
I snickered and shook my head. “Why else would you treat me this way and talk to me the way you always do? Why else, if you don’t hate me?”
I watched his heartbreak behind his eyes before he cleared his throat. “You don’t know the first thing about how I feel about you.”
“Then, tell me, Jax. Tell me before it’s too late. Please.”
The hot tub bubbles kicked in, knocking me off balance, and as I fell into his lap, he caught me once more. Only this time, he didn’t push me away. He didn’t stand me back up onto my feet. Instead, he pulled me closer until I straddled his lap while he sat.
“Jax,” I whispered.
His eyes fell to my lips. “I don’t know if there are any words to describe how I feel toward you.”
My face grew closer to his. “Try? For me?”
His nose nuzzled my own. “I don’t know if I can.”
I breathed the air he afforded me. “Please.”
His eyes fluttered closed. “You feel so good against me, Lily.”
My hands rubbed down the peaks and valleys of his chest. “Not as good as you feel against me, Jax.” And before I could rip myself out of my trance, his lips pressed against mine.
Kissing him felt so right, even though my mind kept screaming that it was so wrong. This man had tortured me as a child. Teased me relentlessly and gave me nicknames that haunted the halls of our high school for months on end. And yet, his tongue seduced me into a trance that had me rolling against his aching cock while it grew between my legs. And the growl he sent down the back of my throat puckered my nipples against my soaking-wet bra. He reached around and quickly unhooked the clasps, sending it slipping down my arms. I wiggled out of it and tossed it onto the concrete, allowing my bare breasts to press against his chest. I gripped his hair as he nibbled down my neck, causing me to moan out into the dusk as the sun exchanged places with the moon.
And once he wrapped his warm lips around my puckered peak, I groaned out his name.
“Hell, Jax. Jesus.”
He lapped deeply, making me shiver as I slithered my arms around his neck. The bubbles erupted around us, creating monumental sensations that shot electricity all throughout my body. I ground down against his dick before I reached beyond the hem of his swim trunks. I grabbed his girth and pulled it out, freeing it from the confines of his clothing as he hissed with pleasurable need.
I stroked him until he couldn’t take it a second longer. I gazed into his eyes, watching the animal within quickly surface.
“Panties, off.Now,” he commanded.
