Page 29 of Hellbent
“Christ,” Jake chokes, then suddenly pulls back.
I whip my head around, startled.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, voice rough with restraint.
“Then just pull out.” My voice is desperate, pleading. “I have an IUD.”
Jake curses and thrusts back inside.
I press my hands to the tile, pushing back to meet him. Chasing every deep, perfect stroke. His hands skim up, palming my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“Fuck, baby,” he stammers. His voice is wrecked. “Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so good.”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg as his rhythm stutters.
“I—fuck. I’m gonna come inside you if I don’t pull out now.”
I tighten around him, pushing back harder. “It’s okay. Just don’t stop.”
Jake groans, a raw, broken sound.
“Fuck—Max—” He slams into me, deep and hard, tremors wracking his body, but I spiral over the edge first, my release tearing through me, hot and blinding.
“Oh fuck.Shit.”Jake shudders, his whole body locking up as he spills inside me.
For a long moment, we just breathe. Water runs over my shoulders, down the ends of my hair, making long rivulets that cascade like waterfalls.
I feel his chest rise and fall against my back, his lips press to the curve of my shoulder.
Then, soft and awed, he whispers, “Holy shit.”
By the time we’re soaping each other’s backs, rinsing off sweat and sex, we’re laughing at our own intensity.
“Your cum is still running down my leg,” I protest with a grin when we get out of the shower, grabbing a towel and blotting the inside of my thighs. “I rinsed twice, but there’s only so much a girl can do.”
Jake groans, looking way too pleased. “Mmm. That’s so fucking hot.” He scrubs a towel through his hair with both hands and then wraps it low around his hips and tucks in the end. “I love knowing you’re full of me.”
Heat flares in my stomach.
“It’s gonna drive me fucking insane sitting at dinner with Damian, Ryder, and Wyatt—knowing it’s my cum running into your panties.”
The words are surprising. Competitive and possessive.
But they make me shiver. Iwantto be possessed by Jake. I want to be owned in front of these men.
It feels strangely formal to sit down to dinner in the house, compared to eating out of takeout containers in the garage.
Today was my longest stretch of time with Ryder, and while I thought it ended on a good note, now he gives me a tense, displeased look as I take my place at the table. Perhaps our time spent together hasn’t softened him toward me as much as I thought.
I try for a smile, but it comes out small and uncomfortable—lips pressed together, eyebrows lifted apologetically. I wish I hadthe balls to match his energy, to look just as unimpressed with him as he is with me.
But I don’t have that luxury. I need him to want me here.
Jake, on the other hand, is the picture of ease—relaxed, grinning, passing around dishes and lifting his beer in a gregarious toast.
Wyatt watches him with mild amusement. “Well, you’re certainly in a good mood.”
The subtext is obvious.
