Page 73 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chase

After dinner, we strolled down the hall leading to my bedroom.

“I asked Morgan to prepare you a room, but I prefer having you right next to me.”

Her face squinted in confusion.

“If you wanted me with you, why in the world would you let Morgan waste her time preparing me a room?”

“Look, Jax. I was being respectful of your feelings by requesting to have you a room prepared, but your clothes are already in my room. The offer was made as a courtesy, but you’re coming with me.” She smirked before flashing me a daring glint. “Is that so?”

After gripping her arm, I dragged her down the hall. I slung my door open, placed my hand in the center of her back, and shoved her inside.

My behavior was turning her on. The heat burning in her eyes spoke for her. She stood at the foot of my bed with a small portion of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. The piercing at the corner of her lip sparkled against the candlelight I had had Morgan set up.

“Before you do whatever you’re going to do, I need to take a shower first.” We were still in our clothes from the boat. “You’re welcome to join me,” she offered, the hungry seduction in her tone apparent.

“I intended to,” I replied with a high level of enthusiasm, and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom.

We peeled off our clothes on the way in and were naked by the time we stepped inside. Morgan must have drawn me a fragrant bubble bath. Steam flowed from the huge garden tub filled with hot water and fluffy lavender-scented bubbles. The jets hummed, as the water swirled and slushed in a rhythmic pattern.

Jax dipped her toe in first before climbing in. I followed. After seating myself behind her, I plucked one of the fluffy white washcloths from the edge of the tub, squeezed some soothing citrus soap into the cloth and proceeded to wash her.

An extended amount of time was spent between her legs. Once my hand dipped below the warm bubbly water, it got lost down there. There wasn’t much verbal dialog passed between us. Instead, it was her body communicating, accepting my tender wet massages and soapy caresses. When she rose and turned with her own cloth raised, I knew it was my turn to get washed. She did such a good job, she left me panting.

She straddled my legs, shoving her body against mine, so close, her hard wet nipples grazed my chest. At her sensual touch, my eyes slid closed, and I embraced the urge to wrap myself around her. I leaned in for a kiss, but she wouldn’t allow it. Instead she gripped my hair and yanked my head up, while she slipped down my wet-hard length. My scalp ached where she pulled, but the pain fed into the red-hot pleasure she lavished me with.

“Yes! Shit! Oh!” I cried out. “Holy fuck!” She was the only one capable of turning me into a blubbering mess of curse words and loud outbursts of gibberish.

“Chase.” Her breaths flowed against my cheek. Her slow rotation had stalled my ability to speak. She called out once more, “Chase.”

“Yes.” My word released on a quick exhale. The slow grind she started created sparks of burning pleasure that left my lips parted and my breaths short.

“Am I feeding your obsession?”

“Yes.” Maybe she had been listening, when I mentioned being obsessed.

“You’re feeding mine too,” she admitted, low and throaty in my ear.

My eyes widened. She admitted that…out loud? The clouds of desire overtaking my brain were parting. When I glanced into her eyes to grasp her meaning, she yanked my head back with a grip on my hair. She quickened her movement, forcing me to think of nothing but our explicitly delicious sex.

Once I got a grip on her luscious ass, I helped her along, although, she didn’t need my assistance. The sound of water splashing onto the floor added to the symphony of our heavy breaths and moans of pleasure.

My release was an invaluable gift, a pleasurable feast fit for a king. My dick strummed against her walls, seated deep in her smoldering heat. I came hard and long. My body seizing, skin stretching tight, and muscles clenching tighter. Feeling the heat of my hot cum coating her insides made me shudder.

The one function I succeeded in performing, was to slam my eyes shut and pray my heart didn’t stop in the process. My labored breaths rushed out, and I gripped her, so tight, I was sure I was hurting something.

When we were conscious enough to think, she relaxed against me. She sluggishly draped her arms across my shoulders and looped them around my neck. I held her close to me until our breathing leveled out. I was still planted deep inside her, ready to give more if she wanted it. After all, she had given me the ultimate lesson in keeping my stamina. I had never been this ravenous with any woman, nor had I ever had a desire to give one all of me.

Chest to chest, my heart pounded against hers, each beat translating my feelings into sound. She indulged me in a tender hug before she backed away, taking her magic with her. A shudder danced through me as I slid from her cozy warmth.

She stepped from the tub and walked into the shower, leaving me to sink low in the water and relax my head against the back. She could have finished bathing in the tub, but she was putting on a show for me in the see through shower. I didn’t move a muscle until she had finished, stepped out, and wrapped herself in a large white towel.

“Where did Morgan put my clothes?” The tips of her fingers traced a feathery stroke across my arm, sending a chill through me. After pointing her to the bathroom closet, she picked out a few items and headed into my bedroom.

I finished my bath in the cooling water. By the time I stepped into my bedroom, she was under the covers and fast asleep. After such a long crazy day, I threw on a pair of shorts and joined her. When I drew her into me and wrapped her in my arms she didn’t protest.

Her sleeping form draped over me as I whispered against her hair. “You are what has been missing in my life. Before you came along, all I had was work and a one-sided empty world I couldn’t fill, no matter how much I accomplished. No matter what happens, I would never leave you. Neither would I stop fighting for you.”

“You too,” she whispered. She lifted and allowed her soft lips to brush my cheek before nestling her head back into the nook of my shoulder. She hadn’t been asleep. She had replied with only two words, but only she had the ability to make me feel such a deep level of contentment.

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