JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,47
uptight as you pretend. Dirty slut, no panties on, huh? Were you wanting to get a hard fuck?” I press the full palm of my hand to her cunt, and she writhes against it, gasping.
“I…” She bucks and her breathing grows more irregular. “God, yes.”
I’m going to fuck her, right here, on the hood of my car, and I don’t give a fuck who sees. I open my pants up and release my hard cock, and then I’m inside her, and she’s so wet and so tight and I groan and pull her ass forward so I can slam deeper.
“Yes, yes,” she says, widening her thighs and propping her heels on the hood of the car. Her fingertips are digging painfully into my scalp, and I fucking love it, and I’m still so damn angry about this fight but I can’t stop what is happening right now for the life of me.
I squeeze the nape of her neck and force her to bare her throat to me, and I suck on the delicate flesh there. She moans, and I can feel her cunt growing wetter around my dick and I begin to pound her faster than I ever have before. I move my hands to the backs of her thighs and push on them until her entire cunt is exposed to me, and I drill her hard. So hard she stiffens.
“Rub your pussy,” I growl at her.
She draws in a shaky breath and does so, her hot eyes locked on mine, and the sparks are still there, wild, but they’re evolving into something else. Something deep and primal and connected between us.
Then Brooklyn gasps and freezes, and her fingers are flying across her clit, and she’s over the edge, bucking against my cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathes. Her eyes almost roll back in her head as she shakes from the strength of her orgasm.
Watching her take her pleasure, on the fucking hood of my car out in the middle of bumfuck Michigan, makes my balls tighten, and then my own orgasm comes screaming through my body, my dick swelling impossibly hard and my come gushing in what feels like a never-ending stream. Fuck, fuck, I know my grip on her body is too tight but I can’t seem to help it right now.
I’ve never come like this before. Not fucking ever.
After a moment, it dawns on me why.
Because I just fucked her without a condom on. I fucked her and came inside her.
Fear punches me in the gut, swift and hard. I struggle to stay calm and cool. Odds are, one time of unprotected sex isn’t going to get her pregnant. We’ll be fine. People do it all the time and nothing happens.
But it was still a stupid mistake on my part, and she’s probably going to be pissed. Well, more pissed.
“Brooklyn,” I murmur.
Her gaze darts down to my bare dick in my hand, and she swallows. “We…you didn’t use one, did you.”
I shake my head. “Um. We can go to the pharmacy and get you a morning-after pill. It’ll make sure everything is okay. I shouldn’t have done that. With the fight and then the raging horniness I was feeling, I didn’t think straight.” Shame hits me hard.
This isn’t me. This isn’t how I treat people I care about. And I care about her, deeply. More than I even want to admit.
With trembling hands, she smooths her dress down, and I help her off the hood of the car. It’s evident neither of us is angry anymore—we fucked all of that away, though we didn’t really resolve anything. We can another time, though.
Right now, I need to take care of her. The protectiveness roaring through me shocks me with its ferocity.
Brooklyn looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes. “I’m going to be okay, right?”
I bear the weight of the world on my shoulders as I cup her face, brush my lips on her forehead. “Totally fine, darling. Totally fine.”
Brooklyn
Outside the convocation center, I clutch my diploma in my hand and close my eyes, savoring the moment. All this work, and I finally finished it.
Mom, Dad, Della, and Cam arrived last night at the hotel. I drove over there to meet them and give them their graduation ceremony tickets. After a flurry of hugs and kisses, we sat down, and I caught them up on everything I’ve been up to.
Okay, not everything. I did mention that I met a guy I’ve been seeing, but…I kind of downplayed