Page 130 of After Us (Next Generation 6)

I gently pushed him back and stood from the bed. “Take me home.”

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With a firm grip on my jaw, Jaron held my head in place and licked up the length of my throat.

“I fucking love you, Piper.” His teeth sunk into my jaw. “But right now, I need…I need you so fucking hard. I want to hurt as we find us again.”

It was the first time we had been alone since getting Brynlee back. While we had our moments where it was just us two at the hospital, staff always interrupted us to make sure that he was fine and healing okay. Now it was the first time we had been truly alone since he came back to me. The first time we had been alone since he almost died.

This wouldn’t be making love. This wouldn’t be us reconnecting. This would be a rage fuck. We would take out our pain, heartache, and wrath on each other.

“Piper.” His rough use of my name slid over my skin. “Piper. Please.”

A soft gasp left me at hearing the desperation in his voice.

I turned my head, meeting his hard gaze. We were at home, finally. I had brought his things to the bedroom while he followed behind me. I could feel him staring at me, his body hard and begging for that release only I could give it.

I had suggested to him that he have a nap first, at least, but he refused. So now, there we were, about to do what we did best. Speak through our bodies.

“Sit up.” I wasn’t the dominant type but when Jaron needed that control from me, I was willing to comply. He had always taken over, giving me everything I could ever want and more. But it had been so long since we were together, I knew he needed this from me. It was a silent apology for leaving me. For leaving us. I knew why he had left. I understood. But it still didn’t mean that it hurt any less. And while we had our daughter back, we still didn’t know where Price was or if he would ever be back. I wanted to tell Jaron that I didn’t care, but I did. I wanted to tell him that we didn’t need to know, and we could just move on. But I didn’t. Because I knew that as long as Price was alive, the guys wouldn’t rest until he was gone. For good.

Jaron moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes not leaving mine the whole time.

My heart jumped. The hairs on my skin tingled.

The longer he watched, the wetter I became.

Sliding off the bed, I stepped in front of him and began stripping.

When I was finally naked, I stepped between his knees.

Jaron ran the back of his knuckles over my stomach. “I love you.”

I straddled his lap and ran my fingers through his beard. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing my fingers as they passed over his mouth.

“I know that too.” I kissed his forehead, breathing in the fresh scent of him. Pushing him back until he was laying on the bed, I reached into his sweatpants and pulled out his thick cock.

He groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Piper.”

I slowly lowered my body onto him.

His jaw clenched.

I moaned.

Once I was seated fully on his lap, I took a deep breath. His cock stretched me, making my body open to him completely. I wasn’t fully wet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel the burn of him being inside my unprepared body. I wanted to hurt. To ache. To be in agony as we made each other feel better.

“Piper,” he growled through clenched teeth. His fingers gripped my hips, digging into me, but he never took over. No. Instead, this was all for me. He was letting me be in control to make up for the fact that he left. It wasn’t enough but it was a start.

“Harder,” he pleaded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It had only been a week since his surgery. Sex was probably not something he should be doing yet but he didn’t listen.

“I don’t give a shit, Piper. I need you to ride me. Hard.”

Running my hands beneath his shirt, I lifted my hips up and down in rough moves.

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