Under Her Hood (Blue Collar Alphas #2)(9)

He sighed, dancing his nose up the line of my neck, nurturing me, taking care of me, worrying over me. “I didn’t want to take it from you like that.”

“You didn’t, Jackson.” I held his face in my palms, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I gave it to you.”

His eyes shimmered before his arms wrapped around my body, his lips pressing against mine in slow, decadent, soul-fucking thrusts.

Jackson Fox owned me.





Chapter Six





JACKSON





Where are you? I typed, sending the message off to Sadie.

Some part of me had thought she was an itch I could scratch and that making her cum would release the vise-like grip she had around my cock, my head, my heart. But it wasn’t that way. Not at all. If anything I’d grown more obsessed. I craved her more, needed her often, refused to let her out of my sight.

Until tonight.

I grunted, shooting off another text. Answer me, or I’m putting you over my leg when you get home.

She’d gone to a wedding tonight, and I would have gone with her except she was a damn bridesmaid, and as much as I wanted to see her standing up there in a fancy dress, I wanted her up there with me.

So I’d spent the night at the garage, doing schedules for next week and finishing up a few small jobs that I’d been putting off. I was biding my time until Sadie was back, because suddenly my home without her felt impossibly fucking lonely.

I didn’t even care to be there if her sweet laugh wasn’t filling the space.

I shoved a file drawer closed, glancing at the clock to note it was after eight. Hell, she’d been gone since four. How long did these things take?

A soft creak echoed through the office then, and I turned to find her standing there, highlighted in soft moonlight, her short hair tucked behind her ears, her eyes looked so beautiful, so warm, her beautiful neck bare exposing her her sweet tits.

Her eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand on one hip. “I feel like I have my own personal stalker. I’ve only been gone four hours. How many texts did you send me, Jackson?”

I grunted, crossing the space between us and pulling her against my body. “I don’t give a fuck.” I held her face in my palms and kissed her so hard I hoped she’d feel the sting of my lips in the morning. “I needed you.”

Her body melted against mine, and her arms draped over my neck before I hoisted her up on my desk.

“And I wanted to get under this dress.” I angled a grin at her, sliding my hands up her thighs, devouring the sweet warm flesh with my hands. “I should have made you wear a fucking sweater over this.” I hooked a fingertip in the low neckline and pulled, loving the way her tits fell out, hard little nipples greeting me. “I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.”

“Jackson, you’re…” Her words trailed off when my lips attached to the hard peaks, sucking and pulling, swirling and nipping until her hips were rocking against me. A shiver sped through her body, and I switched to her other nipple, fisting the flesh of her breast so I could draw as much of her into my greedy mouth as possible.

“Next time I see you in a dress, you’ll be takin’ my last name,” I breathed, sliding her off the desk and turning her to face away from me. “Now about that punishment…”

“Punishment?” Her head whipped around, eyes round and completely fucking captivating in their innocence.

“For not answering your texts.” I pulled her chin to me, kissing her hard and fast, pulling my lips away and sliding a palm up the valley of her back.

Gently, slowly, I felt the soft curve of her spine, then pushing her down over my desk. “You’re a fucking vision in this dress, Sadie.”

She shuddered when I slid the silky fabric up her thighs, gathering it in my fist at her waist. “You’re damn lucky you wore panties tonight.” I caressed the curve of her bottom. “I’d lose my mind if I knew another man could smell my pussy.”

I hooked a finger in the elastic and tore them down her thighs, landing one swift smack on her gorgeous cheek. She flinched with the surprise, her hips wiggling.

“Mm, naughty girl. You like my handprint on your pretty ass?” I landed another smack, a little harder this time. “Your ass is already red.” I pressed a finger into her cunt, hot arousal soaking her lips. “You like that, don’t you? You’re so fucking wet.”

“Yessss…” she groaned. “Do it harder.”

“That’s my girl.” My cock rubbed against the teeth of my zipper, my jaw tight as I held onto a thin thread of control. I landed two more swift cracks on her other ass cheek, then slid my hand over the sweet, pink flesh, soothing away the sting with my touch.