Her Obsessed Mountain Man(12)

Ruby, sitting on my lap, saying she wants me to be her first.

“Come inside,” I murmur to her, our lips still tangled together.

She laughs softly, then captures my lower lip in her teeth, tugging on it.

“What?” I growl.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” she asks, her voice pure innocence.

That’s it.

I can’t take this anymore. I hoist Ruby over my shoulder, turn around, and haul her into my cabin.





Chapter Fourteen





Ruby





I can’t believe I said that out loud. I’ve been thinking it for ages, of course, but that’s different from practically asking Jax to come inside me.

Seems like it worked, though, because ten seconds later he’s tossing me onto his bed, my coat and shoes still on as his weight settles onto me, his mouth voracious on mine.

“Get this off,” he commands, tugging at the buttons on my coat. “Now.”

My breath catches. He’s never been quite like this before — Jax has always teased me with a smirk — but suddenly he’s powerful, commanding. Like he expects to be obeyed.

I can’t get my coat off fast enough, and Jax practically tears it away from me, tossing it into a corner of his bedroom. The blinds are still up on the window in here, and it’s snowing outside, the room filled with soft, diffuse white light.

“This too,” he growls, tugging at the sweater I’m wearing below my coat. In another second, it’s joined my coat in the corner, but Jax doesn’t stop there, practically tearing through the layers of my clothing until I’m on his bed topless, kicking my boots off with my feet.

His mouth is already on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and sending a sharp prickle through my body that ricochets off every nerve. I feel like I owe him some explanation, like I should tell him why it took me so long to come, what I’ve realized in the past week.

“I missed you,” I say, my voice oddly loud in the otherwise silent room.

His big hand is on my waist, and he squeezes me once in confirmation.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier,” I go on. “I was—”

He puts his fingers over my mouth, silencing me.

“Don’t tell me yet,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You can say whatever you want later but first, give me this.”

“Give you what?” I ask, murmuring around his hand.

“You.”

He kisses me again without waiting for an answer, his warm hands all over my body. I tug him toward me, my hands scrabbling to get his shirt off, the hard muscles of his back rippling beneath my fingers.

My hips rise and before I know it, my legs are wrapped around his waist. We’re both still wearing pants, but I can feel him through the layer of fabric, hard and ready. There’s an urgency in his movements that I haven’t felt before, and it only makes me squeeze him tighter between my thighs, my center running hot.

He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know that he’s finally taking me up on my offer.

No, my request.

Thank God, because I’m not above begging.

Jax doesn’t stop kissing me to grab my jeans by the waistband and tug at them, getting the button undone with one hand. I unzip them quickly, wriggling out, my panties leaving with them.

He doesn’t waste any time, one calloused hand already traveling up the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I’ve got his shirt bunched around his chest, still trying to pull it off, but he’s ignoring my efforts, so I settle for feeling the muscles move and bunch beneath his skin.

When his hand reaches the spot where my thigh and hip meet, he hesitates for a moment. His mouth moves off mine and he kisses the line of my jaw, lips moving to my ear, sending a shiver through my body as his fingers stroke me, teasing me, almost at my center but not quite.

I take a deep breath, something hot and needy coiling inside me.

“Jax,” I murmur. “I want you to—”

“Quiet,” he commands, his lips on the shell of my ear as his fingers move inward.

My whole body clenches as his fingertips brush over my lips, the very tip of my clit, and my words turn into a moan.

“That’s better,” he says, a smile in his voice. “If you can talk then I’m not doing my job right.”

He circles my clit with his thumb at the same time as his lips are on my neck again and I make a noise that’s half-moan, half-grunt. Jax chuckles as he bites me softly, the quick sharp feel of his teeth heightening everything.

He works me slowly, his weight on top of me, practically pinning me down. He’s still fully clothed — I can’t even get his shirt off, he won’t let me — and I’m completely naked, his hard body between my thighs, his erection massive against me.

Jax keeps going. I’m slippery with my juices, my toes clenched as I moan again. Now his mouth is on my collarbone, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along my skin as he moves to the top of my breast and then one nipple, flicking it with his tongue before taking it gently between his teeth.

I just moan louder.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, and Jax just bites my nipple a little harder, like he’s reminding me who’s in charge right now.

Then his thick fingers are at my entrance, sliding between my lips and entering me. My hips buck as pushes inside me, my opening tight around him. He finds that spot almost instantly and I gasp as he crooks his fingers against it, one hand grabbing at the sheets on his bed.

“You did miss me,” he rumbles, fingers still moving, his lips now over my belly. “You’re soaking wet.”

Then his mouth finds my clit and he drags his tongue over it slowly, sending shockwaves through my body. It feels so good that it almost hurts, but instead I’m lost to pleasure.

Jax tosses one thigh over his shoulder, burying his face in me as he works me, slowly and deliberately. I gasp and moan, one hand in his hair, and I buck my hips against him. I know it’s probably rude, but it feels so good that I can’t help it — and he doesn’t seem to mind.

He doesn’t stop. He’s playing my body expertly, working every nerve and muscle up to my climax, the rhythm of his fingers inside me perfectly matching the slow, strong tongue on my clit.

I’m right at the edge, about to go over, but Jax doesn’t speed up or slow down, just keeps up the exact same intoxicating rhythm, driving me out of my mind with slow, steady, perfect speed. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to make me come, push me over that edge into bliss, but then suddenly he gives me one long, strong lick as his fingers move inside me and I fall.

I come trembling and shouting, the force so powerful that it nearly overtakes me. I think I accidentally kick Jax, bucking and writhing, but his powerful hands hold me in place and he barely even seems to notice as he keeps going.

And keeps going. He’s relentless, and I can feel one climax ebbing even as another one builds inside me. I’m completely helpless against it, against what he’s doing to me, and all I can do is come again, even harder than before.

Finally, he stops. He pulls his fingers from my pussy as I tremble, trying to get my breath back, and I watch him as he licks them clean, a look of teasing satisfaction in his eyes.

“You’re delicious,” he rumbles, nipping softly at my inner thigh.

I gasp, my brain too scrambled for words.

“Maybe I should just eat you out all day,” he teases, tracing a pattern on my skin with his tongue. “I think I’d like that.”

I take a deep breath, try to get control of myself, loosen my fingers in his hair even though he barely seems to notice that I had him in a death grip.

“Jax,” I say, my voice rough. I clear my throat, try to find some words. “Please—”

He bites my inner thigh again, harder this time, then sucks at me for a moment. I gasp, and I’ve got a feeling there’ll be a mark there if I look.

I think I like that he left a mark.

“I’m just teasing you,” he says, finally hauling himself to his knees on the bed, between my legs.

He pulls his shirt off, at last, and I drink in the sight of him: ruggedly muscled, arms bulging. He’s got the kind of muscles that come from hard, outdoors work — not a gym.

“It’s not nice to tease,” I whisper.

He just laughs, bending to plant a kiss on my belly.

“I disagree,” he says, his voice echoing through my body, his lips whispering against my skin. “I thought that was very nice.”





Chapter Fifteen





Jax





Someday, I really am going to lick Ruby’s pussy for hours. I’ve got every intention of finding out how many times I can make her come in twenty-four hours, and if a sore tongue is the price I pay, so be it.

Today’s not that day, though.

Today’s the day I claim her.

Today’s the day I become her first.

I step off the bed, pull my pants off. My cock springs out, already rock-hard, as Ruby pushes herself up on her elbows, still spread for me. I can already taste her on my lips, and I’m driven completely mad with wanting her.

But still, I stop for a moment to savor the sight. She’s beautiful beyond measure, messy and disheveled in my bed. This is the way I always want to think of her, half-undone, relaxed and happy. And wanting.

Ruby’s eyes start at my face and work their way down, lust sparking in them. I get back on the bed, kneeling over her, and grasp myself in one hand. Her eyes alight there and I give myself a single long, hard stroke.