Wrecked (Dirty Air Series Book 3)

I press my hands against Jax’s chest, wanting to process his words.

He tugs my hands into his and holds them to his chest. His heart races beneath my palms. “I’m sorry I’ve been an arse to you. Fuck, I’m sorry for treating you the way I have. All of it. The partying, the pushing your buttons, the mean things I’ve said. You deserve better than what I’ve given you.”

“I don’t want someone to care about me because of my life story.” I attempt to pull away from him, but he holds on.

“It’s not because of your story. It’s because of who you are despite that story.”

His words grip onto my heart and hold me in place. I don’t know what to say or how to feel about the shift in his personality. Sharing my story wasn’t meant to make him pity me. In all honesty, I have no idea what possessed me to share that dark part of myself with him in the first place.

But I did. I wanted him to see the real me. Not the put-together version of myself everyone sees, but who I am when everything insignificant and temporary is stripped away.

“Give me a chance to make it right.” His calloused fingers brush across my cheek.

I can only nod in agreement.

He leans his head, brushing his lips across mine.

My lips tingle where his tentatively touch. A burst of energy spreads through my lower stomach, but I pull my head away to look into his eyes. “You want to risk everything? For real?”

“I’m risking nothing for everything. It’s different.”

Well, how can I reply to that?

Jax saves me, pressing his lips to mine. The warmth from my stomach spreads across my body as he traces the seam of my mouth with his tongue. The very tongue that takes ownership of me, consuming all my doubts about our connection.

One of his hands loops around my waist while the other grips the back of my head. Our breathing becomes erratic as our kissing grows desperate, with teeth grazing one another in our haste.

His hand dips to my butt before he tugs me flush against him. I moan into his mouth when his erection presses into my stomach. He nips at my lower lip before he pulls away. “I want you so bloody much, I don’t know where to begin.”

My fingers trail up his chest, eliciting the slightest rumble from his chest. “I have an idea,” I whisper before I grip the back of his neck and tug him toward my lips. Our lips collide as I tear down the last mental barrier between us.

Desire grows within me as we kiss to the point of oxygen deprivation. Jax groans as he tears his lips away, darting his tongue across the swollen flesh. He clutches onto my hand and grabs my phone from the piano stand before dragging me through the halls and up the stairs toward his bedroom.

I remain silent until he closes his bedroom door. “So, this is it.”

He flashes me a wicked smile that liquifies my insides. “No. This has only just begun.”

I back into the bed as he places my phone on the dresser. He slowly walks toward me, prowling like a predator, with his gaze burning me from the inside out. The dim lighting peeking through his window offers us some guidance.

He grips the hem of my sweater before tugging it off, revealing my cotton bra. Cue Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack.”

Jax’s eyes remain on my chest. I attempt to cross my arms, but he swats them out of the way. He unclips the bra and chucks it over his shoulder.

“Fuck that shyness. You’re beautiful.” His fingers grip the waistband of my leggings and drag them down slowly, making me shiver as his warm fingers trail across my skin.

I’m left in nothing but my underwear with little polka dots. Before I have a chance to comment, Jax lifts me and places my ass on the bed. He parts my legs and stands between them.

Jax kisses me lazily as his fingers skim the inside of my thighs. He cups the area begging for his attention.

I grip onto his shoulders as he pushes the cotton to the side. His finger traces my slit before pressing against my clit, my body jolting at his touch. A moan escapes me as he spreads my arousal. “You’re a responsive little thing for me, aren’t you?” His eyes brighten as he continues his slow torture on my bundle of nerves.

He inserts a finger into me as his lips find the hollow of my neck. “I wonder what noises you’ll make when I fuck you with my tongue. Are you a moaner? Screamer? Or the silent type who has yet to experience an earth-shattering orgasm?”

“Earth-shattering?” I giggle into his chest.

My taunt isn’t taken nicely. He pushes me down to the mattress, the heat from his body warming me everywhere. “That better be the last time you laugh when I’m finger-fucking you.” His thumb applies more pressure on my clit as he steals my gasp with his lips.

His lips make a journey from my lips to my nipple. He tugs sharply. Pain radiates before pleasure takes hold, with Jax licking the area he grazed. His fingers pump into me in unison.

My back arches off the mattress as he sucks on the sensitive skin around my breast. He takes his time on a spot before moving on, his skill and attention bringing about another surge of pleasure.

Red marks bloom wherever his lips linger. I grow more impatient as Jax slowly pumps into me, not pushing me over the edge.

“Are you going to hold true to your promise or are you going to continue to torture us both?” My breathless words fill the silence.

“Torturing you is my favorite pastime.” He smiles at me.

“Not funny.”

“But I promise, in the bedroom, it’ll only be the best kind of torture.”

My heart soars at the notion, beating faster as Jax moves away from my chest. He leaves a path of kisses down my stomach. The sound of his knees hitting the hardwood floor excites me.

He pulls down my underwear before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

His fucking tongue. The very thing that makes my toes curl into the side of the bed. His mouth devours my most private place, leaving me breathless and needy with anticipation. A few desperate moans escape my mouth. It’s an unfamiliar sound to my own ears.

Jax thrusts two fingers into me at the same time as he sucks on my clit. The galaxy bursts behind my eyelids. A blinding heat rushes down my spine before spreading throughout my lower stomach.

His tongue traces a line from my center to the inside of my thigh as I come down from my orgasm. My body trembles before his lips suck on the skin there, leaving behind hickeys where no one can see. Branding me for his eyes only. As if he needs to prove to no one but himself that he had me.

Jax takes everything from me. Every gasp, every moan, every damn nerve firing off at his torment. He rises from his spot on the floor while he licks his lips. It’s erotic, with his eyes capturing mine.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I sit, grab the hem of his T-shirt, and drag it over his head. My fingers trace over the array of tattoos covering his chest, wishing I could see them better. His eyes shut as my fingers hover over a king of hearts card near his shoulder. Instead of a lively king, a skeleton takes its place next to a broken heart. Something inside of me cracks at my interpretation of his tattoo.

He’s a lost man who gave himself a life sentence of solitary confinement. Someone with little hope for his future, despite how successful he has been so far in his life. Someone who needs to be shown what he would be missing out on if he continues down his destructive path.

I want to show Jax how I care about him. He may feel undeserving of affection and someone in his life, but I plan on making it my mission to prove him differently.

I pull him into my body and our lips crash together. My fingers find his hair, tugging at the soft strands. He pushes into me and I fall back, taking him with me without us losing the kiss.

I press into his erection with my hips, initiating him to roll over, giving me the power position. He lets out a huff as I pull away.

“Scoot toward the headboard and hold onto the frame.” I point at the gap in the iron headboard.

“You’re not supposed to be ordering me around.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s all I’ve done this season so far.”

“Things are going to change.” His eyes burn with excitement.

“I sure hope so.” I smile at him timidly, hoping his words apply to all areas of his life.

He follows my lead, sitting up against the headboard and clutching onto the bed frame. The sight of his tattooed body at my mercy has me bursting with excitement.

His teeth tug on his lower lip as I crawl up to him. I clutch into the band of his joggers, and with him lifting his body, I pull them off. “Shit.”

Jax laughs. “That better be a good shit.”

I swallow back my concern at the size of him. “Yes.” I run a hesitant finger down his length. His dick pulses as I trail a vein before I swipe at the bead of precum at his tip.

“Fuck.” He drops his head back.

I smile before sinking my body into the mattress between his spread legs. My tongue replaces my fingers, tracing lines down his shaft.

Jax’s breathing grows heavier, encouraging me to continue. My lips wrap around the head of his cock. He lets out a groan as I switch between sucking and playing with my tongue. His body becomes rigid as I continue to tease him to the brink of pleasure, before returning to slow licks down his shaft.

“The longer you play, the longer I’ll delay your orgasm when I’m balls-deep inside of your greedy cunt.”

Liquid heat bursts in my lower belly. I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache but fail miserably. My lips wrap around his tip again before I’m ripped away and thrown on my back.

A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I brush my hair out of my face. “Really?”

“That’s it for tonight. If I’m going to come, it better be from your pussy fisting me.” Jax gets off the bed and grabs a foil packet from his nightstand.

“A condom in your nightstand? What are you, a pre-teen hoping to score in his parents’ house?”

“More like a lusty twenty-six-year-old who knew I’d land you in my bed.” Jax makes quick work of the condom.

Who knew I’d have a thing for cocky men?

He grabs onto my thighs and drags me toward the edge of the mattress.

My spine tingles in anticipation. “What happened to doggy style being your favorite position?”

He rubs his tip across my slit, preparing me. “There’s always next time.”

Next time. Because he wants to do this again. Such a simple statement has my heart clenching in my chest.

He lifts both my legs and places them over his shoulders. In one swift motion, he enters me. A hiss escapes my mouth at the sudden intrusion. No warning. No sweet kisses. Nothing but pure dominance as his fingers clutch onto my hips, leaving behind indentations.

Damn, I like it. I like the way his eyes shut—an image of bliss and something else I can’t translate. He opens his eyes, staying rooted in his spot as he looks deeply into mine as if he can read me.

A wave of emotion takes over. I lift myself up on my elbows to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

I don’t ask why, and he doesn’t explain himself. Jax leans over to leave a trail of kisses from my jawline to my neck. He moves again. His pumps grow more erratic as I match his thrusts.

I love the feel of him. The fullness, the strength, the growing buzz inside of my body.

His fingers lift my ass off the bed as he adjusts his angle, hitting me in a way that steals my breath away one thrust at a time. The warmth spreading across my spine grows stronger as my orgasm takes over my mind and body.

My explosion encourages Jax, who becomes desperate as his fingers grip my ass cheeks to the point of pain. I clutch onto the comforter to hold my position as he continues to slam into me.

His cock brushes against my G-spot once more, eliciting another out-of-body experience for me.

“Fuck!” Jax’s body shudders while his hips continue pumping into me. His pace slows as he collects himself. He removes my legs from his shoulders before his body collapses on top of mine, tucking his head into my neck.

“Elena…what the bloody hell am I going to do with you?” He leaves behind the softest kiss at my racing pulse point.

“I’m sure we can get creative.”

He lets out a rough laugh—one that fills my heart with a warmth I want to trap there. One I want to bring out of him every day until he grows comfortable with happiness and optimism.

One I wouldn’t mind being the reason for every single day.