When I remove my hand, she whimpers as I turn her around. Then, taking her hands in mine, I place them on the window of my truck on either side of her head.
“Don’t move them.”
She nods her head as I slide her jeans and panties down over the globes of her ass.
Seeing her skin out in the cold, Detroit air, knowing anyone could walk up on us, only has me needing inside her more.
I bite her ass cheek, and she rocks back for more.
With her soft shirt against my sweaty chest, I spread her cheeks apart as I pull my cock from my shorts and slide into her.
“Jason,” she says in a breathless whisper.
My name on her lips is all the encouragement I need as I slide in and out at a pace that leaves us both unable to catch our breaths.
A win in front of my woman and a win with my woman, this is everything I never thought I could have and more. Fuck yeah. I slide into her once again. Fuck yeah.
Chapter Twenty - Five
He is inside me as he groans, “This one’s for the win. When we get home, it’s for you, it’s for me, and it’s for—”
“Us,” I say as I grind against him.
“Yes . . .” he hisses, thrusting harder into me.
I hold myself up against the cold metal, trying to open my legs that are trapped by my pants, as he rubs himself up and down my sensitive folds and thrusts in hard. I lose my breath momentarily, and then he pulls out.
As he rams inside me harshly, I feel my knees weaken. He senses it and wraps one arm around my waist, holding me steady as he plunges in and out of me.
“So hot, so wet . . . fuck,” he growls.
I close my eyes, feeling his other hand glide down my tummy before he finds my clit and starts rubbing circles on it. I arch back toward him, and he kisses the side of my neck as he fucks me hard for the win.
His growls, his pants, the manly scent of him, the feeling of his cock and his hand set me off, and I come, fighting pleasure, fighting my cries, fighting to hold back so he can come with me.
“Let go, angel,” he hisses.
“Come with me, Jason. Please!” I cry, unable to hold back anymore.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, and his thick, hot cock twitches as he fills me with a growl. Then he pulls out quickly and just in time, as people start exiting the building. He pulls up my jeans and opens the door. “Get in.”
We drive in silence. His body is still tense, even after his release. He thumps on the steering wheel with his thumb as his knee bounces impatiently. He is amped up from his win, and I’m fired up from seeing how quickly he took his opponent down.
Evidence of our lust on my panties is making me wet, making me want more. I can’t get enough of this man.
We are twenty minutes from home, but with traffic, it may take longer.
I close my eyes and picture Jason in his boxing shorts, sweat drenched, and the way he bounced before the fight began. In one swift move, he dropped his opponent to the mat and then looked at me. His nose flared, and then he quickly looked away as his opponent jumped to his feet. Alex, the other man in the cage, hit him hard, and I almost looked away, almost. Something stopped me, though.
His chest expanded, his eyes looked more focused, and he appeared even more ready for the fight than he did before.
When Alex swung again at Jason, my heart was in my chest. I wanted to help him, and Brock had to hold me in place.
Jason hit him not once, but twice. I knew Alex was injured and thought he wouldn’t recover. Then he swung at Jason, and Jason ducked right before his strong, muscular frame kicked up, connecting with the side of Alex’s head and knocking him to the ground.
I feel the intensity of his stare as the truck stops at a light. I look over to see he is searching my face. He is looking for answers. He’s worried.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demands.
“It was quicker than I thought,” I answer.
His face scrunches up. “Angel, I said I’d make it up to you. Have I ever lied to you?”
It takes a minute before I realize he is talking about sex, and I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
“You came,” he says smugly, then looks away.
Now I laugh out loud, and he shakes his head as he hits the accelerator.
“Don’t poke the snake, angel. I will make you sorry you did.”
I laugh again. “I was talking about the fight, but if you want to make me sorry, I can pretend I was talking about what just happened between us. You know, the one for the win.”