Everybody Falls (15 page)

"God," she moaned, throwing her head back.

Hell, yeah.

Jax was taking full advantage of it, her full surrender; his hands moving everywhere, cupping and lifting, tweaking and rolling. His lips were touching any piece of Lacey that landed beneath his lips

"Please," she begged on a whispered whimper.

"Can't, baby," he said growled, panting. "No condom."

He wanted nothing more than to sink himself into what he was sure, her hot, wet depths except he hadn't prepared for this.

For her to be willing, to welcome his touch.

For her accepting him just as he was, even knowing who he used to be.

Christ!

He didn't know what to do, hadn't ever, in his life, been in this situation.

She needed to come. Fuck, he'd be right behind her in that regard.

He could feel the tension in her body, in the soft hip strokes she was making, but he didn't know how. Didn't know what she needed to get there.

Wait.

The movies, the porn that he and the boys had watched
ad naseum
on the bus, in the long hours they'd spent on that rolling apartment on wheels.

The thing a guy could do with his hands, his fingers to bring a woman off.

Of course.

He could do that.

Jax shifted his hands and began to move Lacey's jeans down and off, catching a glance at the black lace panties she'd put on. He'd seen them when she'd pulled them out of the dresser earlier and remembered how his brain had yelled 'Awesome!' as sharp darts of pleasure had shot through his crotch.

Fuck, they looked so much better on.

And even sexier as he dragged them down her thighs.

His cock, his aching, dripping wet length, pulsed at the sight of her, as his eyes saw her naked, her lush moistness in the soft afternoon light.

And she was wet, the glistening of her arousal, the excitement he'd caused evident and hitting his eyes, his nose, his brain, and his cock all at the same time.

Jack stroked a finger through her slit and heard her moan as he touched her, especially when he touched the nub at the top.

He flicked a glance at her face.

God, this was so fucking hot.

He'd never done this, ever. Tried to please a woman.

His woman.

Was he doing it right?

He pressed against the pearl again, feeling her jerk at his touch and hearing her purr his name.

Goddamn.

He looked down as his hand moved, sliding through her wetness and moved up again to rub, circle and press which brought Lacey's hips up off the sofa.

"Oh, Jack, yes," she hissed.

His cock responded to every twitch of her body, every breath and sound from her mouth.

Her nipples were hard as stone and he couldn't resist tonguing them again as his finger continued to move.

"Inside, please," she whimpered with a hip twist.

He slid a finger inside slowly, feeling her wetness, her heat against his finger.

"Jack," she gasped as her hips thrusted sharply again.

Should he use another finger?

He felt like he should.

He added it on the outstroke and she immediately reacted, almost yelling as her hips jumped.

Fucking hell.

Hot, so unbelievably fucking hot.

His thumb inadvertently hit that swollen button high up on her slit as his two fingers continue to move, which seemed to cause her to grind against his busy hand. Okay, then, a new thing to play with as he stroked and worked his fingers inside and his mouth sucked and stroked, moving between the twin peaks of her breasts.

God, this was the best he'd ever had. The best he'd ever fucking seen.

"Jack? Oh, God! Oh, Jack…I'm gonna…oh, please don't stop," she begged, her hips working a hard counter-rhythm to what his hand was doing.

Was she going to hit it?

Really?

From just his fingers?

His heart was beating faster, heavier and he was panting almost as much as she was.

Oh, Christ, this was fucking unbelievable.

He lifted his head and watched as his girl came undone under just his hand, squeezing against him, stroking his fingers from inside involuntarily, moaning low and deep, her head thrown back.

Fuck.

He'd never seen anything more beautiful, more mesmerizing than Lacey coming from what he'd done to her, what he'd caused her to feel.

His heart became so full he didn't think he'd ever be able to take a deep breath again as he dropped his head against her belly, loving her so much his heart hurt.

*.*.*.*.*

Ohmigod, to quote the Rickster.

Scorching.

So righteously, wickedly hot.

I'd never,
ever
, come with a guy, much less with just his fingers for God's sake.

Okay, yeah. It was a religious experience. And because it was a religious experience, you would use God's name, right?

So, sue me.

When my breathing got to some kind of normal, I felt like I should, you know, reciprocate. I mean, we were like naked (or, at least I was) and everything yet he hadn't…uhm, you know.

I raised up on my elbows and panted the words that were in my heart.

"That was, above and beyond, the most awesome thing I've ever felt in my life."

Jack's eyes blazed and I felt his hardness throb against my leg before I pushed him up and back until he was resting on the other arm of Grandma's old couch.

I made short work of the jeans, briefs, socks and shoes until he, too, was completely and totally naked.

Spread out before me.

All that wonderful male flesh, hard and dripping, jutting up, just waiting for me to touch him.

To touch
it
.

I did. God help me, I did.

With both hands wrapping around that huge velvet covered steel, I touched. I stroked, before realizing there were a lot more places to be touched, not just the most obvious one.

While one hand drifted southward, I squiggled upwards until my mouth was against his.

"Lacey," he moaned, except the moan had a hint of warning to it.

"Yeah, honey," I whispered, moving my mouth southward, dragging my lips along his neck, like he'd done to mine. Using that wet, mouthing touch that had driven me crazy.

"Maybe we shouldn't…"and I heard his gasp and felt his hip thrust in my hands as he lifted.

Oh, yeah. I was on the right track.

"But, Jack? Don't you want this?" I asked on a whisper, as my mouth moved down.

Figuring that his breasts weren't all that different from mine, I used my tongue to bring his nipples to small, stiff points as I continued to stroke and cup elsewhere.

He groaned deeply.

I felt him shift his thigh that had been resting on the edge of the old sofa, budging inward to move between my legs. I couldn't help myself from rubbing my core against it as I dropped a leg over the side, foot to the floor, giving me better leverage.

My weight was on my knees, rubbing myself against his thigh as I stroked him in a firm grip, gently rubbing his balls and breathing like I'd run a four minute mile.

A new thought occurred to me and I rubbed my nipples against his chest, dragging them over his smooth skin. I liked the feel of his chest and knew he liked the feel of mine.

"Fuck me, Lace," he moaned.

"Give me a condom and I would, Jack," I assured him. "I'd do you so hard, honey."

His hips lifted in reply and his eyes began to glow. I felt him seriously begin to move himself in and out of my hands.

"God, Baby," he breathed.

His hand moved to where I'd planted myself against his leg, thrusting as I stroked him. I felt his fingers sink inside me again, as his thumb took up another rhythm, in another place.

Oh, dear God.

He could feel I was turned on just by touching him.

So as he thrusted up into my hand, I ground wetly down against his invading fingers.

I lifted myself from his chest, just enough to see, to watch that glorious body move as I stroked him.

God, it was a blazingly hot sexual vision that met my eyes.

"Lacey, Baby," he pleaded, his hips intently stroking himself within my palm. His leakage, his wetness was helping to lubricate both our movements.

However, I only noticed this with half a brain because his fingers moving within me were destroying me from the inside out.

"God, Jack," I moaned, thrusting against his amazing fingers as I continued to stroke.

I saw him open his eyes and watch what he was doing to me with his hand before shooting his eyes to mine.

"So fucking sexy, Lace," he growled before his head dropped back again and his cock began to pulse, to convulse.

I felt and saw his hips rise as he stopped all movement and groaned long and low.

There were streams that jetted.

There were louder moans that accompanied certain jets.

Then there was an "I love you, Lacey" ground out at the end, when he was shuddering through his climax.

I'll accept the streams and I'll even accept the moans.

But, the other?

It was a moment.

Certain things can get said in the moment.

That doesn't mean a girl has to accept them as truth.

Even if the words skid across her heart to hide, trying to find a safe place to stay.

Chapter 13

There was a vibration in the room, in that soft filtered sunlight of Lacey's apartment as they both eased their breathing, hearts still thrumming. An emotional vibration that couldn't be seen, only felt and definitely not denied.

He had his arms around her as her head pressed against his chest; a chest so filled with feelings he couldn't name them all.

That was absolutely the hottest thing he'd ever done, ever participated in. Sure, he'd had hand jobs because usually those kinds of things had been done with an audience, zero privacy. Done out in a room full of people that looked on casually as a groupie's hand was down the front of a guy's leathers, usually before a show.

Just a little something to take the edge off before they went out on stage, with whichever girl wanted to do the honors of keeping the band calm before the concert started.

Yeah, he'd enjoyed it when it was happening before. If he were to try and put it into words, he'd say it had been like a good back scratch. Relieving in its own way but nothing special when all was said and done.

This time? His time with Lace, in the late afternoon, with just the two of them?

What he'd done to her and what she'd done back to him was exceptional.

Precious and intimate.

So, goddamn, scorching white hot.

Jax rolled his head and saw the time on the clock on her old DVD player.

Crap.

He needed to be thinking about getting to his meeting.

"Lace? Baby?" He hated to leave. But it was court-ordered, so he had to.

He watched as she lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest.

Her eyebrows were raised in question.

"I'm gonna have to go," he said quietly, rubbing his hands on her back, the feel of just her skin under his fingers causing his cock to stir.

"Oh," he heard her say low and soft, except he saw something move in the back of her eyes.

"I don't want to," he said, tightening his arms and reaching to kiss her forehead. "But, it's important."

She disentangled herself from him and sat up, not looking at him, her hair hiding her face. He watched as she began to reach for their clothes, handing him his and tugging hers back on.

Something was wrong, he could feel it. The good vibe was gone with something else taking its place.

He pulled his briefs on as he thought of what could be in her head, what she was thinking that would have her pulling away like that.

"Hey," he said gently, reaching for her, settling her into his lap. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

She tucked her head against his neck before replying with a soft, "No."

"Then what is it?" His heart was starting to beat faster.

Did she regret what they had done?

Was he supposed to be doing something else, saying something?

"I, uhm, I guess I'd thought we'd get to spend more time together," she admitted almost on a whisper, her breath warm against the skin of his neck and chest.

She was disappointed he wasn't going to be able to stay with her longer?

Oh, Christ that felt good.

Relief shot through his body.

He thought for a moment.