Be Mine (Jackson Boys 2)

“You drive me nuts,” he says as he leans down to pick me up off the floor. “I’m dizzy with want for you.”

“I need you, Nick.”

“Where?” He throws me onto the bed. “Tell me where and I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

I point to the throbbing area between my legs. “There. Kiss me there.”

He crawls up my body and settles against my side, one arm propping his head up, the other tracing his finger along the inside of my pants.

“Nowhere else? You don’t ache here?” He moves his hand up to my breast to pinch one nipple and then the other.

“Yes, you can kiss me there, too,” I tell him.

But he’s only begun to torture me.

“What about this spot?” He presses his index finger against the hollow of my throat at the same time his mouth finds the spot behind my ear that always makes me weak-kneed.

“If you must,” I joke.

“I think I need to explore a little, but I’m pretty good at multitasking.” His hand drifts down and tugs my thong to the side.

As he seals his lips over mine, his mouth swallows my gasp at the same time his nimble fingers slide inside. I writhe under him wanting more than his fingers, his clever tongue. With every touch and kiss and lick and bite, he simultaneously soothes and intensifies the ache.

His loving is slow and filled with serious intent. His mouth moves over mine with purpose; his fingers stroke me with sure knowledge. I give myself over to him, wallowing in the sensations he’s creating, focusing on the embers he’s fanning into flames.

His mouth leaves mine to trail down along my neck, the curve of my shoulder, the valley between my breasts. He finds my taut, hurting nipples and sucks them into his mouth. Silently, he calls up my desire. My body sings its response. I cradle his head in my hand. The soft hair of his legs rubs against mine as he moves even lower.

My orgasm catches me by surprise. It cascades through my veins like a tidal bore traveling upstream toward my center. He murmurs his approval as he scissors his fingers inside, not allowing the sensation to subside but driving it harder and higher. My legs fall apart to make room for his broad shoulders.

And then his mouth is on my core. His intimate kiss is even more moving. His lips and tongue are worshipful as he drinks from the river of my need until I’m mindless and blind with want.

“Nick, now,” I tell him, my fingers digging into his head to pull him up. “I need you.”

He rises in one swift, graceful movement and glides into me without hesitation.

“This?” He thrusts forward hard. “Is this what you want?”

“More,” I say.

His eyes glitter as he braces one hand beside my head and reaches for my hip with his other. “You’re going to have bruises tomorrow.”

I reach up and swipe away the moisture around his mouth. “Bring it, babe. Make it hurt. Make me remember you.”

His rough hand bites into my skin as he slams forward. When I come again, it’s not just because of the fullness of his cock filling me, or the raw need glowing in his eyes, or even the harsh rasp of his breath as he drags air into his lungs. It’s all of it combined. It’s Nick, my heart, our past—the one he remembers and the one he doesn’t—the child I have that I wish were his. The love I’ll always have for him even though I know it’s not returned.

In this moment, it is not just my body. It is his. It is me. It is us.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nick

I wake up to her mouth covering me.

“Elaina…” I hiss out her name.

Her sweet ass is waving in the air as her head bobs slowly up and down. She’s taking her time. The more she can get me to lose my shit, the happier she is. We both know that when her mouth is around my cock, she utterly and completely owns me.

I’m okay with that. I’m pretty much okay with all of it. With whatever she wants to do with me, whatever she wants from me.

Does that mean my balls are in her purse? That I’m pussy whipped? I suppose. Because there isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t do for Lainey, and it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with how well she gives head—although that’s world class too.

I settle my ass deeper into the mattress and lean my head back, but not so far that I can’t see her. Part of the pleasure of getting a blowjob is watching. Watching my cock shuttle in and out of Lainey’s mouth. Watching her lips get puffy and red from use. Watching her ass sway, as she gets hotter and hotter.