Page 72 of Right Number, Wrong Man
What would he sound like if he moaned in my ear like Jax does now?
I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can’t stop imagining it’shiscock stretching my cunt. I can’t stop fantasizing it’shisfingers pinching my clit and?—
An orgasm explodes through me. My ears ring and I barely hold on to consciousness, drifting on waves of pleasure. Jax’s dick swells far inside me and he feels even bigger than before. Then he comes in hot, fast spurts, filling me with his seed, my inner muscles greedily milking him for more.
“That’s my good little breeding bitch,” he drawls. “Squeeze my cock and take my cum. I bet you’d look so pretty knocked up with a big, swollen belly and my baby inside you.”
My back arches and I’m not sure if that’s another orgasm tearing through me or still the same.
So I have a breeding kink now, too? I should make a list because I’m starting to lose track of all the new kinks I’m collecting. But God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I wonder what those words would sound like in Colt’s voice?—
Stop. Thinking. About. Colt!I shout internally.
Jax is everything I’ve ever wanted from a man—and more. So why can’t I stop thinking about Colt?
There’s only one viable reason: I’m cursed. I either need an exorcism, a counter-spell, or somebody to smack me with a hammer. Thankfully, you can get anything on the internet nowadays.
Jax slowly pulls out and I can already tell I’ll be sore tomorrow—both my throatandmy pussy. He zips up and grabs me by the shoulders, gently putting me on my feet. The world spins as his seed drips out of me, but he steadies me and smooths down my skirt.
He gathers my ruined panties and stuffs them into his pocket. My heart stutters. That’s exactly what Mike did when he took my virginity on Halloween.
Are all men weird like that, keeping trophies from their conquests?
“Time to go home.” Jax picks up my car key and my handbag, putting the latter in the trunk. “Get in the passenger seat. I’m drivin’. Your place.”
“Uh, no.”
He shrugs. “Then you gotta find a way to unlock those handcuffs by yourself cause I’m gettin’ in this car.”
I glare at him. “You wouldn’t leave me here like this.”
“Try me.” He crosses his big arms over his muscular chest.
Dumbass sexy idiot.
The way he’s standing there, head cocked and feet planted, he reminds me of Colt. That’s probably because they’re both domineering assholes from the deep South. I wouldn’t be surprised if they give out handbooks to the boys down there titledHow To Talk Slow and Be A Dick.
I smirk at him. “Your behavior finally answered my question truthfully.”
“What question?”
“Remember when I asked if all Texan men are shameless bastards?”
“Oh?”
“You just proved that they are. Now I know two Southern men who can go and burn in hell.”
Jax flinches. His posture loosens, his shoulders dropping as he steps close to put a hand on my cheek. His thumb brushes over my lips and my rage vanishes. He reaches into his pants, pulling out a tiny key before he embraces me. With two clicks, the handcuffs open and he steps back, shoving them into his pocket.
“No, Hailey. I’dneverleave you like this,” he says.
His large hands close around my wrists, gently massaging the red cuff marks, and I blush. That soft, simple gesture is impossibly more intimate than the rough sex we had. A strange, heavy tension thickens the air and I can’t breathe until he lets go.
“Now get in,” Jax orders, but I hesitate.
With surprising speed, he whips out his knife and holds it to my neck. The blade caresses my skin—almost cutting—and goosebumps rush across my body.
“You’re gonna be my pretty passenger princess with my cum dripping down your thighs. And when we get to your place, I’m gonna fill you up again until I put a baby in you,” he growls.
