Canon (Klein Brothers 2)

That was when I made a significant discovery. If I pushed upward on the piercing and aimed it toward the right of Jacinda’s clit, she’d shudder, and all of the other tell-tale signs that she was going to come followed it. So, that’s what I did.

Just as her walls clamped down around me, I lifted my gaze to watch her face as she came. It was fucking worth every second of the pain my piercing had caused. Her raspy cry filled the room, and I vaguely heard a hiss and deep meow from behind us as she spasmed around my cock. The irony was, she’d stopped moving and was focusing on grinding down, and it still felt fucking out of this world.

Remembering how she’d reacted to what I was about to do last time, I lifted her until I knew my piercing was over her g-spot and moved quickly in and out of her as I held her up with one hand, still using the other one to rub her clit. The feeling of her wetness spreading over my length had me close to the edge, and then she slammed herself back down on me, engulfing me in the tightest, hottest, wettest fist I could imagine.

There was no way I could have held it back. No chance in hell. Afraid she’d fall as I thrust wildly up into her, I grabbed both of her hips in my hands and held her tightly, my focus now on what I was feeling around my shaft. My orgasm was so fierce it felt like I couldn’t breathe as each bolt of lightning hit me.

By the time it left, I had a cramp in the center of my stomach, but fucking hell, I didn’t give a shit. I’d endure any amount of discomfort or pain to be with her, so cramp was nothing.

Falling onto my chest, Jacinda's chest moved fiercely as she panted. “What the hell was that?”

Gently breezing my hand up and down her spine, I kissed the top of her head, breathing her in at the same time. “That was us. Explosive, overwhelming—”

“And very, very satisfying,” she mumbled, rubbing her nose into my chest sleepily. “You smell so good. What cologne is that?”

“Ralph Lauren’s Safari for Men.” Wrapping her up in my arms, I lowered my head, so my mouth was right beside her ear. “Are you okay? You’re not sore?”

“I’m better than great right now. I’ll probably be walking like I sprained my vagina again, but it’s worth it.”

A surprised bark of laughter came out of me at her response and the mental image that went with it. “If you need me to massage it, just let me know.”

“Like you’d be doing that for me, sex fiend,” she snorted. Then, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it, she whispered, “Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise I’ll be worth it.”

Those words broke my heart and healed it up at the same time.

“Baby, you’re more than worth it. If anyone has to prove themselves, though, it’s me. I promise not to let you down, not to treat you with anything other than gentleness, and I swear I’ll always put you first.”

Lifting her head and tilting it back to look up at me, a tear slowly trailed down her cheek. “I trust you with everything.”

Moving my hand to her chest, I pressed it in gently, making a point I was talking about her heart. “Everything?”

Jacinda licked her lips nervously. “Do you want that?”

“Well, you have mine, so it’s only fair I have yours, too.”

Her mouth opened and closed as she watched my face for a moment, too stunned to speak until her brain processed just what I’d revealed to her. “Are you saying…?”

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely. I’ve loved you for a while.”

“But why? There’s nothing lovable about me. I’m a bitch on a good day, and I spend too much time planning things out that don’t need to be planned. I’ll likely move your shit into places that make sense to me, not you, and it’ll drive you mad. Then there’s also the fact that if my schedule gets interrupted, I’ll act like a freak on speed for the day.” This time, when she replied, it was me who was too stunned to speak.

Finally, I clipped, “Don’t question my love for you. Those things you just listed like they were a negative are part of you. I love you, so doesn’t it make sense that I’d love those, too? I don’t want to change you, I want to be a part of you.”

Jesus Christ, if I ever saw whoever was responsible for making her feel like that about herself, I’d kick their asses.

“If I had traits like that, would you not want me?” I asked, challenging her with the reverse psychology that’d hopefully make her see sense.