Page 68 of Jig's Last Dance

“Oh fuck,” he moans before pumping into me slowly. The feeling of him so close to me supersedes the lingering ache, and with a moan, I wrap my legs around his waist.

I can’t help but stare at his face as he watches where we’re joined, his lips twisted in a snarl. But I’m drawn away from the specter of his need when he brushes something deep inside, and with a whimper, I buck against him.

His eyes fly to mine, his nostrils flared, and I slowly smile, pushing up on my arms and grinding against him. His eyes go wide before they darken, and he grunts, losing himself as he thrusts wildly.

The pressure builds, and my core flutters, something delicious crashing through me. The sensation is different from when he brought me to orgasm with his mouth, and I grab his arm, pressed onto the bed beside mine.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he breathes, lifting me by the waist and grinding deep. The motion hits me just right. Tingles break out across my skin, and I pump against him. It’s wild and rough and insane, and I fly over with a shout. “Jig!”

“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hips and surging to my core. With a shudder, he releases, and I bite back a sob, my heart flooding with warmth.

It should be illegal to feel this good.

Chapter Ten

Closing myself in the bathroom, I stare at my reflection. That was, hands down, more amazing than I thought possible, but in the wake of it, I’m regretting not telling Jig the truth. I have no choice. I can’t look into his eyes and lie.

Maybe he’s not as innocent as I would like for him to be, but I know in my heart he didn’t kill my father. The rest will hopefully come out with the wash.

Is he going to think I did this on purpose because of Sal? Shit, I can be so stupid sometimes.

After a long hot shower where I relive every sweet caress, I dress back in my clothes and step into the empty room. Hm. Where is Jig?

Brushing aside my unease, I arrange my wet hair in a messy bun and head downstairs, slowing when I hear he’s not alone. And with a tingle of regret, I step up to the door and pause as Jig says gruffly, “She hasn’t said anything yet. Give me time.”

“For the record, I think this is reprehensible,” Rain mumbles.

“Beauty—” Cyn says.

“No. Can’t you find another way?”

“Whatever. She can’t be that stupid,” Bastion says caustically.

Wait. What the fuck? Did Jig fuck me for information?

“LB, it’s for the greater good. I have to know what that fucker is up to. My dad . . .”

I don’t want to hear more, and stepping back, I lean my head against the wall. Of course, he did. I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Wow.

An ache blooms in my chest, and with a wry smile, I touch my heart. Maybe it was meaningless to him, but my soul fucking hurts. And to top it off, I have no time to process this because they’re waiting for me just beyond the door.

Willing back the bile churning in my stomach, I straighten my shoulders. I waltzed into his wicked plan, none the wiser, but I’ll be damned if I let him know just how much this hurt me.

“Stupid I’m not,” I agree, stepping up to the door, although I’m feeling pretty fucking foolish right now.

I guess I don’t have to worry about Jig’s feelings now that mine are crushed beneath his baby blues. Fucker.

“Sunsh—” Jig says.

“Save it.” I slash my hand through the air, gazing at him coldly. He opens his mouth, but I roll right over him. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” Cyn says coolly.

“About my uncle,” I say heavily, sitting on the couch and hanging my head in my hands.

I feel defeated, and the post-orgasmic glow from before is gone. Thanks, dick face.

“Why do we care about him?” Jig asks behind me, and I bristle at his question—or maybe it’s his existence. I don’t know.

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