Obsessed: Part 3

"No." I shake my head. "No more." I almost grunt the words. The primal sounds leaving my lips are a mirrored reflection of what I'm feeling.

"More." He pushes up against me and runs his lips across mine. I taste my own arousal. I need to feel him inside of me. I tear at his pajama bottoms, pushing them down as his cock springs free.

He scoops me up in his arms, kicking free of the pants as he heads towards the sofa. He unties my dress, pushing it off my shoulders before he unhooks my bra. His lips cover mine again and I close my eyes, relishing in the touch of his hands on my breasts. He pinches my nipples, gently pulling them between his fingers. I reach for his cock but before I can touch it, he's pushing me onto my back.

"I need to feel you." The words spill out of him recklessly. "I have to…" his voice trails as he pushes the tip of his cock against my clit.

I moan from the sensation and adjust my hips so he's at my entrance. I'm aching and he knows it. He thrusts himself into me in one sold, fluid motion. I gasp at the deep mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck

, you're so tight." He pounds himself into me. He pushes harder and deeper and with each thrust my body responds in kind. I grip the edge of the sofa for leverage and drive back against him. I can't get him deep enough inside of me. I can't let him go.

"Harder, Jax." I beg. "Harder."

He grips my hips with both hands and plunges further into me. The sofa moves in time to our rhythm. I can feel it jumping forward each time he pounds himself into me.

"I’m so close," I scream the words.

I feel him pull me closer, his body begins to tremble and in that moment I find my release. He fills me at the exact second the orgasm races through me. "Oh, God, Ivy. Oh God."

We lay in silence; the only sound in the room is our measured breaths.

Chapter 9

"I have questions." I adjust the hem of the pajama top that Jax gave me to wear.

"Drink your tea." He motions to the cup of herbal tea he brewed for me that is now sitting atop the nightstand.

"It's too hot." I wave my hand in front of my lips as if to warn of the impending heat.

"That's adorable." He settles in across from where I'm sitting.

I smile before I continue, "I'm serious, Jax. I came here looking for some answers."

"I want to answer those questions." He sits up straighter. "You watched the rest of the video on the flash drive?"

I nod my head. "I did."

"You understand then." He reaches for the cup of tea. He blows on the liquid before he hands it to me.

I manage a small sip and then realize my hands are trembling. I nervously place the cup back down. "I don't understand everything."

"About Brooke?" He reaches for my hand to quiet it within his own.

"About Brooke, Mark, your parents, the woman who hurt you, the…"my voice trails as he brings my hand to his mouth and gently brushes his lips across the palm.

He looks up and into my eyes. "Let's start with Brooke."

I nod and feel my breath quickening. Even though I watched the full video I still feel a sense of uneasiness about watching Jax in bed with another woman. I'm not naïve enough to think there was no one before me. He's told me there were many but still the burned images in my mind of him pulling her body into his are hard to carry within me.

"Brooke worked for my dad," he says quietly as he squeezes my hand. I run my index finger back and forth against his palm to reassure him that it's okay to continue. "She was in college at the time. She was one of the interns they hired over a summer."

"Did you work with her too?" I press.

"No." He shakes his head slowly. "I was traveling back then, ignoring my responsibilities. I was running from things."

"What things?" I ask, wondering if this is another road into Jax's life that will unveil secrets I'm not ready for.