Boxer briefs. She’d always been a big fan of boxer briefs, and he looked fantastic in them.
But they had to go.
She pulled those down, too, releasing his cock.
“Is this all for me?” she asked, repeating the words he’d said to her as she slid her hands around him. Like smooth satin over steel.
She stroked, base to tip, and then reached down between his legs and cupped him there. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
“Jaxson?” she prompted.
“All yours,” he ground out.
That was exactly what she’d wanted to hear.
With both hands occupied, she leaned over and licked him. His hips jerked. So, she did it again. And again.
Then, she wrapped her lips around the top and brought him into her mouth.
She barely even sucked before he cursed and reached down, hauling her up his body.
“Hey, I wasn’t done!” she protested.
“But I almost was. Fuck, woman, your mouth should be registered as a deadly weapon.” Then, he asked, “Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
“Relax. I didn’t come empty-handed.”
It would have been poor planning on her part to come to his room with the intent of seducing him and not be prepared. She leaned over the side of the bed, grabbed her jeans, and extracted several wrapped packages in various colors.
“Ultra thin, real feel, or fire and ice?”
He growled and snatched them from her hand.
“You’re right. Why choose? We can try them all.”
He picked one and ripped at the corner with his teeth. She loved his enthusiasm.
Moments later, he had himself sheathed, and she was on her back again. He came over her, the tip of his hardened cock poised at her entrance.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he breathed.
She cupped his face and looked into his eyes, waiting until she was sure she had his full attention. “I’m not changing my mind. I want this. I want you. Now. Inside me.”
He pressed his hips forward, the blunt tip spearing into her with firm, glorious pressure. She sucked in a breath, relishing the slight burn of stretching around him until he was fully seated inside.
He held himself there, giving her a moment to adjust and catch her breath.
“Okay?”
“So okay.”
He began to move, slowly at first. Long, easy glides out. Strong, powerful thrusts back in. Penny raised her knees along his sides, opening herself more so he could move even deeper.
It was the most incredible mix of sensations. Not just the obvious ones, but also the heat radiating from his body. His scent. His quiet moans and grunts. His beautiful, intense, stormy eyes as they stared deeply into hers.
The tension continued to build. His strokes grew faster, almost desperate. She was right there with him.
“Yes,” she panted, encouraging him by squeezing around him and digging her nails into his taut backside. She arched her hips, relishing each thrust and the erotic, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
She came in another spectacular burst of color. He followed immediately after, plunging deep and holding himself there.
She felt everything. The pulse of him emptying into the condom inside her. The weight of his body atop hers. The sensation of his balls against her sensitive, swollen folds.
Mostly, she felt him in her soul. And when he pulled his spent cock from her body, that part stubbornly remained.
She’d suspected that would happen. That the attraction she felt went beyond his bad-boy good looks or the desire to make him smile. But it had been a risk she was willing to take.
And now ... now, she knew.
Ultimately, it changed nothing. She’d agreed to one night, no strings. Tomorrow morning, she’d slip back to her place, her life, and leave him to go on with his. But until then, she would savor every moment.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jaxson
Life was a series of peaks and valleys, as Buck’s mama liked to say. It seemed that for the last several years, Jaxson’s life had been mostly ever-deepening valleys. His father’s death, the explosion that had gotten him sent home, and the series of smaller, unfortunate events since—the storm that had delayed his homecoming, the accident that had damaged his bike, the unprovoked attack outside his motel room.
But the tide had turned, and now, it looked like he was finally getting to experience a few peaks.
Like discovering a sister he’d never known he had. Spending the night with the beautiful, passionate woman who’d been hijacking most of his thoughts lately. And now, working alongside Kyle fucking McCullough on his vintage Willie G.
Life didn’t get much better than that.
Jaxson had feared Kyle’s skills had been a product of good marketing and lots of behind-the-scenes help, but the guy was every bit the genius he was cracked up to be. Down-to-earth, too. So much so, that Jaxson even said something about it. Proving just how cool the guy was, Kyle laughed and said his wife, Lina, deserved the credit for that. That before he’d met her, he’d been just another asshole biker with a bad attitude.
That, Jaxson understood. He felt like a different guy when he was with Penny even if he knew it was only temporary. Sometimes, temporary relief was enough.
After the bike was fixed, Kyle showed him and Zeb around. Despite being small, Mo’s was a great shop, and Kyle’s workspace was a mechanic’s wet dream—from the vast assortment of tools and state-of-the-art equipment to the speakers mounted around, providing headbanging heavy metal from every angle.
It reminded Jaxson that he’d dreamed of doing something similar once, though on a more modest scale. He and his father couldn’t have afforded such a sweet setup, but they would have been content, doing what they loved on their own terms.
Unfortunately, those plans had taken a back burner with Bo’s death, but as Jaxson followed Zeb back to Sumneyville, the possibilities resurfaced. Why couldn’t he still do something like that? Sure, it wouldn’t be the same without his father, but he loved working on bikes and classic cars. Loved the rush of gratification and accomplishment that came with a finished piece.
Apparently, Zeb was having similar thoughts. “He’s living the dream, isn’t he?” Zeb commented.
“Yeah. That shop is something.”
“True, but the real beauty is getting to do what he loves and making a damn good living at it.” Zeb chuckled. “Having a smoking-hot wife to go home to at the end of the day doesn’t hurt either.”
Zeb wasn’t wrong. They’d met Lina when she stopped in. She was smoking hot and as head over heels in love with her husband as Kyle was with her. And yet, while Jaxson could appreciate her beauty, looking at Lina didn’t elicit the same tightness in his chest that looking at Penny did.
An ache took up behind his breastbone, accompanied by an image of Penny looking up at him with those big brown eyes as she welcomed him into her body.
He’d never experienced anything like it. It was as if she’d been inside him as much as he’d been inside her.
Jaxson thanked Zeb and then went back to Mel’s. The bed remained rumpled—another visual reminder of the phenomenal way his day had started.
Penny had certainly surprised him. Not once, but twice. The first had been the night before when she boldly told him she wanted him and suggested a one-night stand. The second, that morning, when she’d kissed him passionately, thanked him for a wonderful evening, and slipped out, humming, before dawn.