Page 50 of Their Broken Tears
Chapter Seventeen
Jace
A gasp breaks free when her back hits the cool tiles, eliciting a moan, spurring me on. My fingers trace slowly down her spine, following the trickles of water from the shower. She clutches me closer, shivering, anticipating my next touch. The gentle caress of my fingers stops when I reach the smooth curve of her ass, tucking the tips into her folds, and caressing the wetness I put there.
The kiss that ensues encompasses my entire being, every corner of my soul, as Marisol whines in protest but tilts her head, offering deeper penetration. My lips slip free and trace the gentle swells of her neck and breasts, peeks of tongue tasting every surface, and drawing breathy sighs.
My nose finds the small patch of skin behind her ear and I breathe in deeply, scenting. My gut dips and twists, as butterflies that’re etched with her name flutter through my insides. She’s washing away everyone else?every kiss, every touch?nobody exists but her.
“Jace,” she sighs into my ear, weakening my knees with her begging.
My hands are shaking, trying to control where they travel, so as not to overwhelm. I’ve been diamond hard since I slid from her warmth only a handful of moments ago. Thinking about her tight pussy squeezing the life out of my cock as she comes all over me is already on a constant loop within my mind. If I can concentrate again, it’ll be a damn miracle.
“Fuck me in the shower, Jace.”
Jesus.
Who am I to deny her? “Your wish is my command.” Not a second passes, when I hike her leg over the crook of my elbow, and slam home.
She screams her pleasure and I grunt mine. Fuck, she’s perfect in every way; from her sarcastic humor, beautiful chocolate eyes, all the way to her tight little pussy. Which makes me the luckiest fucking guy in the entire world.
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Heavy lids protest the morning, practically glued together with sleep, until Marisol wiggles free of my tight grip and climbs off the bed. I visually devour every inch of her luscious skin and plump ass as she picks out clothing from her bag. After finding the items she’s searching for, she temps the voyeur within by teasing the clothing from her body, revealing succulent curves, and perky parts.
Before covering with today’s outfit, she closes the short distance between us, crawling over my body, and tearing the sheet away as she goes.
“Keeping my hands to myself is going to be the biggest challenge when we return home.” She leans down, whispering her worries against my lips.
“Baby, you can look, stare, touch, and taste anytime you want to. We’ll just need to get creative.” Her heat is spread right over my cock, soaking every inch, as my hands find their way to her hips and hold on tight.
“One week.” She’s nodding along with her statement, “that’s all I’m asking. Turtle wins the race and all that, right?”
The answer I offer is grinding against her core, arm muscles flexing as they pump her hips along my length. “One week.” I agree again. I’ll grant her the reprieve to garner enough strength to tell Jaz. Honestly, Jaz will probably be more hurt that I’m waiting a week to tell her than the actual fact that we’re together. That’s never been her style. Honesty. Loyalty. Fierceness. Those are the building blocks that are my twins’ foundation. Alex—though he possesses all those traits—is also a fucking asshole, especially when it comes to his sister or Jasmine. Possessiveness, the quality he owns in spades, overflowing from every pore, and the reason he’s going to beat my ass.
“Hey,” Mare traces her pointer finger slowly down my forehead, between my eyes, to the tip of my nose, before stopping on my lips, where I promptly nip at the tip. She giggles, undulating her hips slowly, drawing me away from the spiral my thoughts were shifting towards. “You with me?”
“Always.” grabbing her throat, I pull her down to lock her lush lips to mine. “We’ve got an hour before we need to leave. Let’s hope that’s enough time.”
There’re a lot of things I can get done in an hour. Challenge accepted.