Page 54 of Whiskey Promises
She gasps softly, her gaze flying to my face. "What?"
"I love you."
"You…"
"I love you." I brush my lips across hers. "Just thought you should know."
"Jareth," she groans, her inner muscles fluttering around me in a way that has me ready to fuck her all over again. "You don't play fair."
"Who said I'm playing, baby?" I lift her again, slamming her down on me. "I told you months ago that you were mine. I told you days ago that I'm not going anywhere. And now I'm telling you the rest of it. I love you. I love your smartass mouth. I love your attitude. I love the way you think you can run from me. I love the way you squeak and moan and shake for me. I fucking love you."
She chokes on my name, her eyes full of wonder. But I see the fear lurking beneath it. The worry that I don't mean it, that I'll break her heart. Her father's words float back to me, and I know exactly what I need to do to prove to her that it's safe to listen to her heart.
"Jareth, I…"
I slant my mouth down on hers, silencing her. "You don't owe me anything, princess. Not until you're ready."
"Why are you so good to me?" she whispers when I let her up for air.
"Mmm. Maybe because you keep letting me do this to you," I growl, bouncing her on my cock again. "A pussy like this makes a motherfucker want to be real good, Zoya."
"Jareth!" She smacks me across the shoulder and then shakes her head, smiling despite herself. "You are so freaking cocky and annoying sometimes."
"You fucking love it."
"Maybe," she whispers, wrapping her hand around my tie to haul me back to her mouth again. "Or maybe it's all part of my plan."
"What plan?"
"To ruin you," she says sweetly, clenching her inner muscles around me again.
I growl, rocking my hips into hers. "Ruining your own property, huh? That's a helluva plan, baby."
"I know." She bats her lashes at me. "Thought of it all by myself."
"Has anyone seen Zoya?"
"Crap," she whispers, faceplanting into my chest as her mom's voice floats to us. "They noticed we're missing."
"Then you better come fast."
"You wouldn't," she growls, her eyes narrowing on me.
I just smirk in response, lifting her off me. My eyes lock on hers before I yank her back down, proving that when it comes to her, there isn't a whole lot I won't do.
Chapter Twelve
Zoya
"Jareth," I moan, thrustingmy hands into his hair as I rock on his lap, trying like hell to keep quiet so we don't wake Connor. Again. We've already woken him up three times in the last few days.
On Christmas, he told me that if it happened again, he was going to murder us both. I'd prefer not to test his commitment to our demise. Especially since the only time I've had with Jareth lately has been at night. He's been busy working on somethingwith his brother and cousins. Whatever it is has been taking up all of his time.
Jareth growls beneath me, reaching up to thumb my nipple. "You look so fucking good riding my cock, princess."
If I look as good as he does with me riding it, he's probably not wrong. And he looks damn good beneath me with my claw marks all over his chest.
He slips a hand between my legs, his thumb pressing against my clit.
