Page 43 of This Is Love
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come all over my cock. Wanna feel your pussy choke my dick. Need you so fucking much.” A momentlater, his tongue sweeps along the curve of my shoulder up my neck, and I crane around to meet his seeking tongue. Our mouths collide in a voracious kiss as we strain and slide and work ourselves into a frenzy.
Jaxon’s hand drifts from my hip, traveling between my legs, and he strokes both of us, grunting with satisfaction. He circles my clit with a deft finger before coasting along our heated flesh again. His touch continues to move backward, and my breath catches as his fingertips reach their destination, brushing lightly over my asshole. The slick feel of my arousal at my back entrance makes me buck, my body lurching forward at the foreign sensation.
“Fuuuck,” I let out a primitive strangled moan as my body detonates, sending me over the edge and straight to oblivion. All I can do is try to keep from levitating off the seat as I rock backward onto Jaxon’s cock and his finger that has eased its way into my ass. I’m a red-faced, shuddering, whimpering mess. And I fucking love it. My god, I’m fucking pulsing around him. My pussy. My ass. All while he holds me upright—because I’m simply done. Boneless. Limp. Completely spent. But sated.
Jaxon pushes into me one final time as far as he can go, his hips grinding into my ass cheeks. “Fuck, Rya. You take me so good, baby.”
I let out a choked gasp, fighting to regulate my breathing as he buries himself. He shudders, groaning out his pleasure. I swear, I actually feel his dick twitching inside me as he murmurs in my ear, his voice husky, “Eventually, I’m going to have touched every inch of you. Inside and out. That’s not even a promise. It’s a goddamn vow. That’s how much I need you.”
It’s notlong before we’ve cleaned up and put ourselves to rights. I duck my head as I exit the back of the vehicle, looking around, but there’s not a soul even close to where Jaxon’s car is parked.
“Where did you want to get those burgers?” I bite my lip. I wasn’t exactly in the mood before, especially after the uncomfortable moments with Jaxon’s dad, but I think I could eat something for the first time in a long while. “I’m hungry.”
Jaxon’s gaze slides to mine as he signals for a left turn that will take us away from campus. I could be imagining it, but I swear his brow furrowed for a second. But then he smiles. “I’m fucking famished. Good sex will do that to you.” I swat at him, and he shrugs. “What? I’m being serious. And you’re going to love this spot if you’ve never been. It’s a little place up here right off the highway.”
I frown. “I don’t think I know it.”
“It’s a little hole in the wall. Cheap, but good food.” He lets out a breath, shrugging.
“Sounds great.” There’s an undercurrent in his tone, but I’m glad it hasn’t caused him to completely clam up.
“We’ll probably want to head back pretty quickly, though.” He peers through the windshield. There’s a light rain flecking the glass that I hadn’t noticed when we pulled out of the parking lot. “The roads have the potential to get slick as the temperature drops.”
“We can get it to go if you think we need to.” I hold my hands in front of the heat blowing from the vent. I didn’t feel the cold when we were going at it, but I sure feel it now.
Jaxon gives me a quick glance before readjusting his hands on the steering wheel. “Hey. While we have a second, I wanted to bring up something?—”
He never finishes whatever he was going to say because the car shudders, then pulls hard to one side. My heart jumps up into my throat at a pop and then an immediate whooshing sound. Before I can even process what’s happening, Jaxon gives a rough shout as the car skids off the road and into the dark.
21
LOGAN
In hindsight,coming to dinner with Eric and my mom was a terrible idea. I work my jaw to the side. “If you don’t understand why your son would be upset that you haven’t watched him pitch any of the games he’s played at EU and then you show up for me, I can’t help you.” I aim a steely stare at my stepfather, willing him to at least act somewhat human.
I do see the telltale signs that he’s cracking. His breath comes out heavy as he eyes me with apathy. He clears his throat, steepling his fingers under his chin. He’s all but abandoned his meal. “Awfully ballsy of you to suggest there’s something wrong with the way I treat my son. It made him tough, made him grow up.” His tone is carefully even, as if we’re simply having some easy family conversation over our lobster pasta. He pointedly jabs his finger into the table, making the silverware jump. “And he needed that.”
I don’t get a chance to ask what the hell that means because a moment later, he’s reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He grits his teeth, staring down at the screen. “Frankly, Logan, Jaxon would know better than to accuse me of being a poor parent in the middle of a celebratory dinner. Disappointingthat you don’t.” His jaw works to the side as he narrows his eyes on me. After three uncomfortable beats, he growls, “I’ve gotta take this,” before reaching for my mother’s hand and patting it where it’s balled on the table. “Sorry.”
Giving him a tight smile, she nods. “Okay. Don’t be long.” With that permission from his wife—which I’m positive is all for show anyway—he pushes back from the table and carefully places his napkin on his seat before leaving the room.
“You shouldn’t be goading him like that. He’s never been anything but good to you.” My mother gives me a wary glance. “Bad idea, Logan.”
“Yeah, well, maybe it’s time someone called him out for his bullshit,” I huff, throwing out my hand. “Have you ever stopped to ask yourself what exactly Jaxon did to deserve—” I jerk to a stop, unsure how to present my suspicions. I swallow, shaking my head. “Mom, in what world does it make sense that Eric practically dotes on his stepson but looks down on his own flesh and blood?” And now that I’m on a roll, I can’t stop. “Or worse yet… he fucking ignores him. Acts like he’s not even good enough to spare a single goddamn minute of his time!”
“Logan”—her eyes dart around to make sure no one’s paying attention—“lower your voice.”
My teeth grind as I stare at her with questioning eyes. I know she can’t be this oblivious. “Mom. How do you not see it?”
She lets out a tiny groan. “Why do you think I’ve been trying to get him and his mother over for dinner?”
I stare at her as if she’s got three heads, as bewilderment spreads over her face. “Mom. Did you hear me earlier? Why would you think Macie would want to come to a family dinner?”
She blinks, fidgeting for a second in her seat. “I-I thought maybe it would help.”
“Well, all it did was help her straight into the hospital.” At the look of dismay on her face, I cover her hand with mine. I knowshe didn’t intend to be cruel. “She’s having a lot of health issues, you know that.”
“I do, but—” A line forms down the middle of her forehead. Her eyes flick past me, and I carefully turn, checking to see where Eric is. Fortunately, he’s nowhere in sight. And it doesn’t make me feel any better that my mother is nervous for her husband to come back to the table. “I guess I didn’t realize how bad it was.”
