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Jace sort of falls over me, propping himself up with one arm as he slings into me hard and fast, his cock at the perfect angle to drag over my prostate as he works my dick with his magic hand.
I’m babbling and half delirious, but I shift the little brainpower I have left so I can watch his face and how his icy blue eyes are laser-focused on me, like I’m the only person in the world and he’s just as consumed by me as I am by him.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Show me who this ass belongs to.”
My orgasm explodes out of me, stealing both my breath and my sanity as it feels like my entire body tightens, then releases in a dizzying burst of relief and pleasure.
Jace groans, and I feel his cock pulse as he empties his load into the condom, coming at almost the same time as me as we ride the waves of our orgasms.
At some point, I must have reached up to grab him, because I’m hugging him tight against me when my brain finally comes back online and I’m able to blink my eyes open.
“Holy fuck,” I mumble and let my arms fall on the bed. “You really are a sex god.”
He huffs out a laugh but doesn’t move to get off me. “Glad you think so.”
“My legs are literally shaking,” I tell him. “And my whole body feels like I’m full of champagne bubbles.”
“Are you sure that’s not the blunts?”
“The bubbles probably are, but everything else was all you.”
He rubs his cheek against mine, and I have to stop myself from turning my face to kiss him.
That’s not what we do, and I push the disappointment aside and focus on the fact that he’s still on me, and in me, and enjoy the heavy weight of him pressing me into the mattress.
“Do you feel good too?”
“I’ve never felt better.” He lifts his head and looks down at me. His smile is soft and sweet, and he’s got eye crinkles again that tell me this is definitely one of his real smiles.
My chest squeezes with something I can’t place. I could get used to this, and even though he’s still literally inside me, I already know that not even one more time will be enough to get him out of my system.
Yeah, I’m totally fucked.
17
JACE
“Arewe going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Jax asks as I jump down from the rock wall we use for free climbing.
“What room?” I shoot him a look and push my hair back from my face. “We’re outside, bro.”
“Are you going to argue semantics with me? Or are we going to talk about what’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on.” I point to the wall. “Are you gonna go, or are you admitting you can’t keep up with me?”
Jax levels me with a flat look. “Remember when you called me out for lying to you about what was going on with Myles? Now who’s lying to whom?”
“You’re lying to yourself if you think something is going on with me,” I say dismissively. “This sounds like a you problem, bro.”
“Really?” he asks in a flat voice. “You’re going to pretend like you haven’t been acting weird?”
“I don’t have to pretend because I haven’t been acting weird,” I say, scanning the rocky surface of the wall in front of me.
“You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing, you definitely have been.”
A wave of anger rises inside me like the tide, and I have to pull in a deep breath to push it back down so I don’t unleash it on my brother.
I’ve been waiting for him to start this conversation, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about any of this.
