Page 84 of The Eleventh Hour

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Page 84 of The Eleventh Hour

“I have a dick!” I correct. “And from the feel of how wet you are, you were loving it.”

She groans and drops down to her elbows. I lean over her and grip her hair, pulling her head back.

“The ghosts can’t give you this. They can’t be here in the light with you. I fucking can. Can’t you see me, Jax? I’m right here.”

I don’t know where the words come from, but with each syllable, I thrust in, punishing her. Punishing us both. The raging, helpless jealousy that has set me on fire. I take it all out on her ass, showing her exactly what I can do.

“I’m right fucking here. In you. The way you’re in me. Sinking down and changing everything, I believe. But. I. am. Here. I can give this to you!”

“You think you aren’t doing the same to me?” she growls out. “You think I’m not changed by you?”

I growl and twist her head. The kiss is weird and awkward, but it feels amazing. It sates that burning frenzy.

“Baby, are you close? You feel so good, I can’t hang on,” I growl into her mouth. “Come for me, show me that it’s me you’re thinking about right now. Me, and me alone!”

She lets out a gasp.

I drag myself up her body, fucking her with a fury I’ve never, ever had with another person. I reach around and grip a breast, squeezing it, while I try my best to hold back the inevitable tide.

“Dane!”

She tenses suddenly, tightening around my cock, milking me. I hiss and slam into her, my release so intense that, for a moment, I think the pleasure is so great I might die from it.

I shudder and kiss her shoulders until we’re both panting, and I’m soft inside her. I want to stay. Keep my cock in her and fall asleep like this.

I never do that. I get up and walk out. That’s what I should do now, right?

I shift and pull myself out, wincing as my soft dick slaps my thigh wetly. “So, I’ll uh, let you sleep.”

She rolls onto her side, glaring at the wall. “Sure, Dane.”

“Hey, Jax.”

“Yeah?”

“This was the most incredible sex of my life. I’m leaving because if I stay, we’re going to do it all night long, and I think you need time to think over things. But if you want me to stay, say so, and I will.”

The anger in her disappears, and she sits up and kisses me. “Okay.”

I still hesitate before pulling on my clothes. I don’t want to leave her. This is new and weird. At the door, I look back. She appears to have fallen asleep.

I turn and head back to the living area. There is a strange lightness in my chest, despite the dark worry that I feel deep in my bones. Until I look into the shadows. Until I remember that there is a more sinister threat.

Jax

My mother floats in a rainbow of light. I can’t make out her face, but I can see the angle of her chin, and her dark hair, so similar to mine, floats like a halo around me.

“You haven’t been listening to me.”

She circles around me, and I turn to keep her in view. I lift my hand out to reach for her and see the hand of a child. I stare at my hand, almost forgetting that she’s there until she moves in close and pushes my wrist down.

“Listen to me. What did I tell you?”

“Love is blind,” I parrot.

“No.” She hums, a sound so familiar but one I haven’t thought of for years. “Do you remember that day we went on the picnic? We packed the night before, and I borrowed Taylor’s car, and we drove out to the forest and hiked for hours until we found the perfect spot.”

I smile, remembering. “It was like magic.” There’s something strange about how young my voice sounds. My mind does a strange little tilt as I try to orientate myself.




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