Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

I stand. Elena moves to get off the railing, but I shake my head. “Stay.” I unfasten my jeans and push them down enough to release my cock. I pump it a few times, loving how her eyes focus on me. All of me.

Elena turns her head to check on our neighbors. The group of tourists is enamored by Big Ben and all the London goodies.

“They give zero shits about what’s happening here.” I grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself. Elena sighs when I rub the head of my cock against her opening.

“This is what you do to me.” I nudge her legs apart, having her spread more for me. “You make me desperate for more.”

We both groan when I enter her with one thrust. I rock back to slam into her again, slapping my palm against the glass next to her head.

“Oh, wow.” Elena sighs as she grips my shoulders for leverage.

My tempo increases as our capsule continues its ascent to the top. By the time we are at the highest point, a trickle of sweat drips down my back. The connection I have with Elena continues to grow as I pump into her like a man who is a moment from losing control.

Elena holds my head between her hands and kisses me. I still inside of her, feeling the energy shifting around us. It’s charging, growing into something unfathomable. Her kisses say everything words can’t. She demands my attention as her teeth sink into my bottom lip.

I kiss her while I fuck her, moving faster and sloppier. Elena banishes my negative thoughts with her erotic kisses, shrouded in trust and salvation.

A craving builds within me to be everything Elena needs despite my growing anxiety.

To be everything she didn’t know she wanted but couldn’t live without.

And with that thought, we explode together in more ways than one.

32

Elena

The sounds of Jax and his dad’s grunts fill the at-home boxing gym. Vera and I took up a spot on a bench that seems custom-made to offer her the best comfort.

“You know, something is different about you.” Vera taps my sneaker with her cane.

“I’m testing out a new hairdo.” I brush a hand across my braided halo crown.

She shakes her head. “I call bullshit. Mothers know best. You’ve got a glow to your skin I’m not used to seeing, and my son has been smiling a lot more than usual. That was the dead giveaway.”

My cheeks flush. “Maybe it’s something Jackie feeds us. I had a feeling there was something off about her brownies.”

Vera lets out a cackle. “Whatever you’re doing for Jax, thank you.” Her words surprise me more than her arms wrapping around my body. “I’ve wanted nothing more than for him to find someone who makes him happy. To make him want more in life besides trophies and contracts. These last few weeks with you have been amazing for him.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

She pulls away. “Don’t worry about that. There’s nothing a mother wants more in life than to see her children happy. You’re that for him.”

“We’ve only been getting along for a month—two months tops.”

“The heart doesn’t care about time. It cares about feelings.” She taps her chest.

“What if it’s wrong?”

“The question you should be asking yourself is what if it’s right.” She turns her body back toward the ring.

“Do you plan on staring at me all day or are you finally going to get in the ring?” Jax yells at me from across the room.

“I think that’s my cue to go.” I rise from the bench.

“Show him how it’s done.”

I throw a smile over my shoulder as I stride toward the sparring ring. Zack nods at me before he exits and strolls toward Vera.