Chills run down my spine as I digest Amelia’s words.
I knew she was the one who had found Chris, but I never heard the entire story. I never asked because that would be a reminder that my best friend was gone. The less I thought about that, the better.
The woman lying next to me isn’t the Amelia I’ve known for years.
She’s broken, tired, and misunderstood.
She’ll never recover from that.
I loved Chris like a brother, but right now, I wish I could scream at him. He knew it’d be Amelia walking into that bedroom, knew it would destroy her, but he did it anyway. He scarred her for the rest of her life.
Every inch of my body aches to comfort Amelia as she sobs next to me. I want to drag out her pain and transfer it to me.
Give it all to me. I can handle it.
When I can’t take it any longer, I pull her into my arms and cradle her to my chest.
“God, Amelia,” I whisper through her cries, caressing her hair. “I’m so sorry.”
Her tears hit my bare skin as she whimpers. Shame sweeps through me when I lower my hand and trace her spine with the tip of my thumb to comfort her.
I’m unsure who makes the first move or how it begins, but our lips meet. Our kiss starts slow, timid, both of us wavering on whether to cross that line. When neither of us pulls away, we deepen our kiss. Amelia lifts herself, providing me with better access to her mouth, and her chest slides against mine.
We devour each other.
We need this.
So damn bad.
Our souls and broken hearts are thirsting for each other.
This won’t heal us—that’s for sure—but maybe, just maybe, it’ll help us forget momentarily.
I flip her onto her back, pulling away, and with the limited light available, I drink in the sight of Amelia. She’s changed so much since the last time we were in this position. Just like I told her the night we each lost our virginity, her naked body has forever been singed into my memory.
I hover over her, sinking my elbows into the bed on each side of her body, my pulse beating in my neck. Even though I was tired earlier, I’m now fully alert, as if I were energized after sleeping for a week straight.
Her hair spills over the edges of the pillow. She draws my tongue into her mouth as we kiss. I pull her shirt off, exposing her, and then push down the cups of her bra. Breaking our kiss, I stare down at her chest. Her hard pink nipples are begging to be sucked, and I capture one in my mouth. Her back arches as I suck on it, twirling my tongue around the tip.
“Jax,” she says my name in a long moan, making it sound as if it’s an entire sentence.
I suck on her other nipple before shoving my face into her neck, and goose bumps are on her skin as I lick the spot below her ear. When she whispers my name again, I shift so that I’m staring down at her.
“Thank you,” she whispers, reaching up to run her fingers along my jawline.
I shudder at her touch, and my cock stirs.
“Let me make you feel good,” I say, tugging on her lower lip with my teeth. “Let me touch you where you deserve to be touched.”
I want to touch and taste every inch of her.
Even though it’s wrong.
And I’ll burn in hell for it.
“Do it,” she pants. “Make me feel good, Jax.”
And that’s exactly what I do.
I trail kisses between her breasts, down her stomach, and I lower my body until my face is directly over her pussy. I want her more than ever—more than when we were at the beach or when I entered her for the first time when we were teens.
“Spread those legs wide, baby,” I say, keeping eye contact with her. I grin as she parts her thighs, giving me ample room to make myself comfortable between them. I pat her legs in praise. “Yeah, just like that.”
The room feels hot. My pulse feels as if it could come out of my body. I slow my movements to savor this. Hooking my thumbs along the strings of her panties, I drag them down her legs. I collect them at the end of her feet and hold them up. I shock myself as I lick the wet spot on her panties and then set them next to my pillow, knowing she’ll kick my ass if I toss them onto the filthy floor.
Her legs shake when I drag her knees up and use my hand to open the folds between her thighs. I fall back, taking in the perfection of her pussy, and desire floods every thought in my mind.
“So beautiful.” I maintain our eye contact, even when her eyes are slowly drifting shut, as I lower my head. “So damn beautiful.” I place a soft kiss on her clit.
Those beautiful eyes of hers slam shut when I dip my tongue between her folds, sliding it up and down before curling it around her clit.
“Jesus Christ,” she hisses when I suck on her clit, putting just the right amount of pressure on it, and slide two fingers inside her.
I pause to grin up at her, a pleased smile on my face, even though she can’t see me.
Then, I eat her pussy like I’ve never eaten anything before.
Like I’m a man who was starved for months and has been handed the one treat I craved the entire time.
She tastes incredible.
My new favorite meal.
And my mind wanders back to the night when I told her that, one day, I’d kiss her here. That one day is now, in this old motel room, in secret.
Her moans fill the room. They’re angelic, music to my ears, a sound I want to put on replay. I pleasure her pussy harder when her hand plunges into my hair, pulling at my strands as she starts shoving herself closer to my mouth.
My greedy little Amelia.
She loves my tongue just as much as I love the taste of her.
This will forever ruin us.
It doesn’t take long until her legs shake and she’s falling apart beneath me. I’ve never heard my name cried out so loud. I give her another thrust of my fingers and two final licks before my mouth finds hers again and I shove my tongue inside.
“Taste yourself,” I hiss into her mouth. “Taste what I just tasted. Taste yourself, baby.”
She plunges her tongue into my mouth, savoring every inch of it, and reaches down to stroke my throbbing cock over my boxers. She loses my mouth when I throw my head back in pleasure from just her caressing my damn dick.
She teases me like I teased her and doesn’t take me out, just jacks me off through the cotton fabric. My back straightens when she slips her hand beneath the band and frees my cock. Her soft, delicate hand wrapping around my bare cock sends every nerve in my body into overdrive, and I thrust into her hand, wishing to God I were inside her.
My mouth returns to her, and I kiss her hard, as if taking possession of her. My heart rages inside my chest, needing more, begging for more of her.
“Give me more, Jax,” Amelia says, her tone between a whine and a whimper. She holds my cock, moving my hardness closer to her core.
“Are you sure?” I ask, jerking my hips forward, not wanting her to stop touching me.
“I need it.” This time, she tries to move my cock so fast that I have to stop her, in fear she’ll break the damn thing.
There’s no doubt, from her frantic movements to her shaking limbs to her breathless voice, that she wants this.
My head spins as I assist her in guiding my cock to her entrance, and then I slowly ease inside her. The hairs on the back of my neck stand as Amelia’s pussy clamps around me, as if it never wants my cock to leave.
I feel like I’m on top of the world as I slide in and out of her sweet warmth.
The old bed creaks with my every thrust.
She clings to my shoulders as I quicken my pace.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
I shift myself between strokes to hit different spots in her pussy, finding the right one to make her fall apart again.
Her nails dig into my arm, breaking into my skin, making me feel more alive.
“Yes,” I groan, nuzzling my nose into her neck. I whisper in her ear, “Scratch me. Wound me. Give me your pain.”
She gasps and claws at me harder.
All my focus is on Amelia—her breathing, her pants, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock. When she’s close, I throw her legs over my shoulders and pound in and out of her. She bucks her hips forward, meeting me thrust for thrust, moan for moan. Our thighs smacking together.
She buries her head into my sweaty neck, her pussy constricting around my cock, and cries out her release. Her eyes are heavy-lidded when she looks up at me post-orgasm. Her thighs are shaking. My arms are shaking.
“I’m close, baby,” I grind out, my cock thickening inside her.
“Yes,” she says, rolling her hips. “Let me make you feel good now.”
When I hit my brink, my muscles tighten, and I pull out and release onto her stomach.
She doesn’t complain or comment; she only rubs it into her skin, as if my cum is her favorite lotion. I collapse onto my back, and we both go quiet, catching our breaths.
Everything has just changed.
And who knows what the repercussions will be?