Page 43 of Entangled

He moves a hand up to my back and rolls us, dropping me down to the bed. Breaking our kiss as he slides his hands down my legs and spreads me wide. He pulls out almost completely before thrusting back into me, that damn piercing of his hitting my clit at a truly incredible angle as he does. I drop my hands to his shoulders, gripping frantically as he repeats the move, my whole body twitching at the contact.

Oh god. Oh god.

I realize my words were not internal when he drops his mouth to my ear. “I take it you like the piercing?”

I gasp when he powers into me, hitting everything harder than before and picking up the pace of his thrusts. Driving me higher and higher toward a special kind of ecstasy. He lifts his head to look into my eyes and everything in me starts to tighten up at a rapid pace, my pussy drenching with need. I feel my legs shake, inner walls starting to spasm around him as the orgasm barrels down on me. And it only takes a few more thrusts with that piercing hitting my clit before I shatter.

“Oh my—Jace!”

I scream his name as I come, closing my eyes and curling my body around his. Desperately searching for some kind of anchor to hold on to as the tide of pleasure pulls me under. I feel him thrust into me once more before he drops his head to my neck and gasps against my skin. His entire body tightens up under my grip as he pushes in deeply and follows me over the edge. We stay that way, locked in an embrace, feeling the answering tremors in one another’s bodies until the tide slowly lets us surface.

“How—” I try to steady my breath in order to get the words out. “How the fuck did you end up with a pierced cock?”

A surprised laugh leaves him and he trails his lips along my neck. “Lost a bet with my cousin.”

I scoff and he lifts his head, happily dazed eyes landing on mine. “That must’ve been one hell of a bet.”

“It was.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips before rising and pulling out of me. Moving to the end of the bed, he stands and goes to the door before looking back over his shoulder and throwing me a wink. “Never been so happy to lose one. Eventually.”

A smile spreads on my face and I lift my eyes to stare at the ceiling, heart still racing in my chest as I catch my breath. Feeling the gentle sway of the boat now that I’m not otherwise engaged. A thread of guilt starts to wind its way around my heart and I remind myself of all the reasons I’m not in the wrong here. I was perfectly within my rights to do what I just did. And what I just did… Well, I’m still trying to break through the post-orgasm haze enough to figure out what about it is leaving me so edgy.

Jace walks back through the door naked as the day he was born and launches himself onto the bed next to me, distracting me from my thoughts with his exuberance. He leans over, eyes filled with mischief as he drops his mouth to my neck, pressing a soft kiss to it before swiping his tongue out and licking the length of my skin.

“Ah!” I dart my hand up to swipe at the spot. “Jace! Gross.”

He lifts his head and grins down at me wickedly. “I licked it so it’s mine.”

I roll my eyes at him, fighting the twitch of my lips. “As if, Dawson.”

He flashes me that brilliant smile before ripping the covers out from underneath me and pulling them back up over us both. Reaching over, he snags his guitar from where it hangs on the wall of the boat and props himself up before turning to me with an amused grin.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?”

He gives an experimental strum and his brows dip in displeasure at the sound. I roll over and nestle my head down into his pillow, watching as he picks at the chords for a moment while turning the tuners until a satisfied expression fills his face.

He tilts his head down toward mine. “Any preference? Don’t want to send you running again.”

I give him a one-shouldered shrug. “Anything but The Cure and Taylor Swift.”

His lips twitch. “That I can do.”

He places his hand along the neck of the guitar and takes a breath before starting to pick at the strings intricately yet somehow slow and soothing. Perfectly suited to the mood.

“What is that?” I interrupt, the curiosity in me winning out.

He pauses, giving me a warning look with eyes that are anything but. “‘Elysium’ by Bear’s Den.” He drops his lips down to mine with a quick kiss. “Now no interrupting the performance.”

Leaning back, he starts to play the song from the beginning again, continuing past the point of my interruption this time. His voice fills the room as he sings those first words and the sound of it rolls over me like honeyed bourbon. It’s a soft croon at a pitch lower than I expected. Perfectly suited to the acoustic notes he plays.

And the words of the song… they’re exactly what I need. Soothing me into peaceful tranquility with the promise of better days. They’re the hope, the light, that moment of standing in the sun after the darkest day.

Just like him.

I realize it then, as a lone tear falls from my eyes that are drifting closed, what had me so edgy before. It was that I had expected sex with him to be good, amazing even, and it was. But I had never expected it to feel like more.

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“Jace, man!”

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