Dirty, Reckless Love (Boys of Jackson Harbor 3)
“I want you inside me,” she begs, her words breathy, her body jerking in desperation.
Keeping a hand between her legs, I stand and prepare myself to decline when I want nothing more to feel her wrapped around me. “I don’t have a condom, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I . . .” She’s teetering on the edge of release. “Please? I want to come with you inside me.”
“How am I supposed to say no to that?”
She looks at me through lust-fogged eyes. “You’re not.”
Positioning myself in front of her, I guide her hips to the edge of the desk and drive into her. The moment I’m buried deep inside her, she comes hard in a spasm of clenching muscles and bucking hips.
She closes her eyes. “It feels so good like this, Levi. I don’t want you to stop.” Her words, her body, everything—it heats my blood and makes me crazy with need.
I retreat almost all the way before sliding deep again. She pushes up on her hands to watch where our bodies are joined. She watches me fuck her—in and out, in long, slow strokes, then faster. It’s so good. Better than anything I’ve ever—
My balls go tight. “Oh fuck, Ellie.” I slide my hands behind her back and draw her close, kissing her hard as I come. Heat jackknifes down my spine as I thrust into her a final time. We’re skin against skin. This is as close to any person as I’ve ever been.
She kisses my neck and runs her hands over my chest. “That was . . .”
I pull back, studying her face and waiting for her words. Love for her and awe at her trust in me leave a sweet ache in my chest.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Totally worth waiting for.”
She’s so beautiful, and I’m filled with caveman pride over pleasuring such a goddess. Her expression is soft with pleasure and her limbs limp with satisfaction.
“I’ve never done that before, Ellie. Never without a condom. We should have talked about it first.”
She searches my eyes. “Are you worried I’ll end up pregnant? Because I’m on the pill, and—”
“No. Not that.” Fuck, the idea of her having my baby doesn’t bother me in the slightest. If that’s our reality someday, I’ll consider myself the luckiest asshole around. “I should have talked to you about it first because it’s the right thing to do. But I’ve been tested, and I’ve never had unprotected sex before now.”
She wraps her arms around me and presses a kiss to my neck. “So you’re saying that, in a way, you were a virgin.”
I chuckle softly. “I suppose. In a way.”
“You certainly don’t fuck like a virgin, Levi Jackson.”
I cup her face in my hands. I want to tell her I love her, but I’m not sure she wants to hear it.
Someone knocks on the door. “Levi?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s Shay. I’m still inside Ellie, and my sister is on the other side of an unlocked door.
“Jake and Ava are leaving,” Shay says. “They want everyone out front for their send-off.” She clears her throat. “But, um, don’t shoot the messenger.”
Levi
I hold Ellie against my chest, my hand between her breasts, one leg thrown over hers. After dressing and sending off the bride and groom, we came home. Ellie drifted off in the car on the way, but after we climbed into bed, we ended up making love again. Softy, slowly.
Now, I’m just holding her and wondering if we’ll ever get the answers we need to feel like we can have a normal life.
She slides her hand over mine and intertwines our fingers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.
“I was thinking about us. This. Nelson, Colton, the paintings . . .” She shakes her head, and I wish I could see her, but even if I turned her in my arms, the bedroom is too dark to make out her expression.
“Anything I should know?” I ask. She grips my hand tightly, and I hold my breath. I can’t handle the thought of her regretting this, even for a minute. But until I understand completely why she walked away from me last time, I’ll be afraid she’ll do it again.