Jaxon

It matters.

The thought of her with someone else—getting married. Having babies. Growing old with someone else—someone who isn’t me, matters.

It does.

Just not the way it should.

Instead of backing me up and slowing me down, the thought of her belonging to someone else pushes me into a dark place.

A place where I have to have her.

Mark her.

Own her.

“Claire,” I growl at her, low and tight in my throat, even as I’m reaching down, fisting my hands around the hem of her dress, jerking it up, exposing her black lace panties. She doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t pull away. She just stares up at me, her hand gripping and stroking me through the pants. “Be sure.”

She pushes her hand into the waistband of my pants, shoving them down around my thighs, freeing my hard, thick cock completely. “I am.”

I press my hand into the juncture of her thighs, fingers trailing up the seam of her pussy. Wet. She’s so fucking wet she’s practically dripping. The feel of her against my hand is electrifying.

She’s here.

She’s with me.

Belongs to me.

Control shattered, I jerk her panties to the side so hard I hear them rip. Shifting my hands, I slide them under her ass, lifting her. Opening her.

Stepping into the space between her thighs, the head of my cock slides into her, just past her entrance and immediately starts to throb. I can already feel an orgasm barreling down on me, tightening the small of my back. “I don’t have a condom.” It’s been too long. I forgot how good being inside her feels.

Claire wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass, urging me closer. Deeper. “I don’t care.”

Christ. I’m going to come. Soon. Too soon to make it good for her.

Gritting my teeth, I thrust deep, pinning her to the wall with my cock, my throat locked around a gruff shout, shaping it into a low groan. She gasps, her eyes going wide, hands fisting in the front of my shirt. I’m still wearing my shirt. My jacket. Someone walks by, talking on their phone, mere feet from where we’re standing, looking for an empty dressing room. I forgot to lock the door.

I don’t fucking care.

Using my hips to hold her in place, I hook my hands around the front of her dress and jerk it down, exposing her breasts. My dick gives a hard twitch and she moans. Her mouth opens slightly, and she begins to pant. Eyes closed, she starts to move, working her hips against mine.

Shit.

Lowering my hands, I grip her hips, holding her still. “I want to make you come first.” I whisper it in her ear, tightening my hold on her when she tries to work her hips again. “Claire.” My sharp tone jerks her eyes open. She seems surprised to see me. “Put your tits in my mouth.”

Surprised or not, she does what I say, pushing her breasts together with her hands, lifting them up to my mouth like an offering. Like a starving man, I lower my head, taking a hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it until it’s swollen and throbbing on my tongue. I give the other one the same attention, alternating between them, while I shift my hold on her hips, sliding my thumb past her juice-slicked folds to press against the top of her mound. I don’t tease. I don’t play. I stay buried inside her, rocking my hips against hers, little pulses that stimulate her core until she’s right where I need her to be.

“Jaxon, I need you to fuck me.” She whimpers, her hips fighting the grip I have on them. “Please...”

I run my tongue between her breasts. “Not yet,” I growl, nipping at her nipple with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth. Lifting my gaze, I find her looking down at me, watching me lick and suck her, her eyes the color of lake water, her gaze dark and heavy, bottom lip caught between her teeth in an effort to keep from moaning. It reminds me of that night.

Our first night.

Me, pinning her against the wall in that dark stairwell, my fingers stroking her pussy. Her clit. Her fast, uneven breath against my chest.

I almost come inside her right then and there.

I can’t hold out anymore.

“Christ.” Nailing her to the wall with fast, deep strokes, I finally let myself fuck her. Pound my hips against hers so hard I’m sure we’re going to tear it down. That the whole building is shaking around us.

“Come on me, Claire,” I say, not even sure I’m whispering anymore. “Come on my—”

She moans so loud I lunge up, covering her mouth with mine so I can swallow the sounds of her orgasm.

Mine.

She’s fucking mine.

I start to come, my dick pumping and jerking. My balls contracting and releasing, emptying inside her. She comes again, her tight pussy locking around me, pulling me deeper. Milking me as aftershock after aftershock hit us both.

Sensibility creeps in. I should’ve pulled out. Stopped. Thought about what I was doing. I’m clean. I know I’m clean, but I could get her pregnant.

I know better. I fucking know better...

But as soon as I think it, I realize the thought of getting Claire pregnant doesn’t scare me. Not like it should.

Not at all.