Page 124 of Broken Lines

He grins. “I think we need to take a break.”

“Yeah, well, tell that tohim.”

I nod my chin at his still impossibly hard, very swollen, very—somehow, even in my painful state—incrediblyenticing cock.

Jackson lifts a shoulder.

“Eh. I stopped trying to reason with him decades ago.”

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, well, I’m officially closed for—Jackson!”

I gasp as he rolls me onto my back, pushing my thighs apart as he slides between them. Part of me screams inside that if he tries to fuck me again, I’m literally going to cry, even ifso muchof me wants him to. But…I mean, the human body has limits. Or at least,minedoes.

“Jackson, ple—oh…”

But it’s not his cock that moves between my legs.

It’s his mouth. And when his tongue drags with maddeningly slow and yet exquisitely gentle strokes up and down my slit, my head rolls back in bliss.

“Oh God…”

“Jackson or Jack will do,” he growls into my pussy as he slowly turns me to a puddle on his bed.

I’m still sore, but the way he slowly and teasingly devours me somehow melts that ache away. The delicate and devilish way his tongueslowlyswirls over my clit until my toes are cramping has me arching my back off the bed. My fingers clench the blankets in fists, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“You know what I want, sweetheart,” he growls into my folds. “So, stop holding out on me. Stop trying to hold back and give me that orgasm. Let me taste your sweetness when you fucking come all over my tongue like a good girl.”

My core spasms violently, my body jerking and writhing as the scream caught in my throat erupts from my mouth. I cry out, shattering for him when my hips raise greedily against his mouth as I come.

I collapse back into the bed in a state of bewilderment and vibrating nerve endings.

“If you’reactuallytrying to kill me…” I mumble, turning to stare at him with hazy, unfocused orgasm eyes as he flops across the bed next to me. “You’re doing an incredible job.”

“Always nice to hear from a fan.”

I giggle, rolling my eyes as I sink into the sheets. My head twists a little, my gaze dragging towards the late morning sun streaming in through the windows. Instantly, my face lines a little at the reality we’ve both been steadfastly ignoring.

The storm was over two days ago.

And already, most of the snow from it is melting away, too. And with it, the entire basis for why I’ve been camped out on Havoc Island for almost a week now.

When it was still blizzarding outside, I could tell myselfthat’swhy I was here. Even if, yes, it came with the benefit of a mind-blowing fuckathon with a sexgod. Or with the benefit of finding my voice and writing with Jackson.

The storm, and the fact that I quite literallycouldn’tleave, acted like a sort of safety net. But that nets been gone for two days now, even if we’ve been doing our best to ignore it or bury that reality with sex.

Lots, andlotsof sex.

“Want a lift?”

My brow raises as I feel him slide up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as we both look out the window at reality.

“To…?”

“Melody.”

I frown as I twist my head to look at him.

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