Southern Storms (Compass 1)

I scratched at my beard. When had it begun to rain? When I’d gone to bed, it had been nice and warm outside. “Uh, yeah. I just saw him. He’s fine. You came over to check on me?”

“Of course I did, Jax. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Can I come in?”

What the hell is going on? I wanted to ask her that, but truthfully a bigger part of me wanted her in my house with me. I’d been alone in it for way too long; some company would be nice.

I stepped to the side and she came in, shivering from being soaked.

“I can get you some—” Before I could finish my thought, Kennedy crashed her body into mine. Her hard nipples pressed through her tank top as she pulled me into a hug, and I tried my best to ignore the sensation having her wet body flush with mine was sending to me—or, more so, sending straight to my throbbing cock.

“I’m so sorry, Moon,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter against her. “I’m so sorry.”

Before I could respond, her lips pressed to my neck, and she gave me small kisses. “I’m sorry, I just…Jax, I missed you.” She kissed the base of my neck again, this time rolling her tongue across my skin. “Did you miss me, too? Did you miss me, Jax?”

Her words dripped with care and wonder as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up against me. I pressed her back against the wall and closed my eyes as my forehead fell to hers. “Kennedy, you shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this…”

Her lips brushed mine. “I know, but still…” She took my bottom lip between hers and sucked on it gently. “I want to do this. Please, Jax…after all these years…after losing you for so long…I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you think of me, too?” She opened her eyes and stared into mine. “Do I cross your mind like you cross mine?”

“Yes.” I sighed as my hands stayed clasped under her ass cheeks. “God, Kennedy, you’ve crossed my mind so damn much.”

“Show me your bedroom,” she whispered against my earlobe before sucking it. Sure, my heart was still frozen, but my cock grew three sizes that night. What is she doing to me? Hell, I didn’t care. I just wanted her to keep doing it.

I carried her to my bedroom and lay her down on my sheets. Hurriedly, she tossed her tank to the side of the room and unbuckled her shorts then slid them down her long, toned legs, along with her pink panties.

Me next.

I tossed my clothes to the side, and before I moved in on her, I studied her carefully. The girl I used to call my best friend was no longer a girl. No, she was a grown-ass woman with the most perfect body I’d ever seen in all of my time. Her tits were perky and round, her nipples hard, and her curves—damn. The way her body curved looked like a piece of artwork that deserved to be displayed in a museum.

Yet it was all mine.

Her eyes wandered to my throbbing cock, which I was stroking in my hand as I studied her body. She crooked her pointer finger and gestured for me to come over with a devilish smirk upon her lips. I did as she commanded, towering over her as I lowered myself onto her body. My lips danced across hers, and she moaned as she placed her hands on my back and pulled me in closer. My dick brushed her core as she spread her legs for me.

“Please,” she begged, her honey eyes staring into me, into my soul. “I want all of you, Jax. Every piece, every inch.” Her voice turned into a whisper filled with desire. “Fuck me with your darkness.”

Didn’t have to tell me twice.

I slid myself deep inside her, and she cried out in complete pleasure. “More, more,” she begged, pleaded, demanded.

I couldn’t deny her any of her wants and needs, because her needs were my wants. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone, more than I’d ever known I deserved to need something. Her body against mine felt like sin and her lips tasted like heaven. She was the sweetest part of my past, and I couldn’t believe I was having her in my present.

Her moans lit me up more and more as I pumped my cock deeper into her, filling her up with every piece of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, wrapping her legs around my waist as she twisted the bedsheets in her fingers. “Right there, Jax. Yes, please,” she said over and over again.

I focused my mind on only pleasing her. She was all I cared about at that very minute. She was all I wanted, all I needed, all I’d ever dreamed of.