Page 49 of Masked Instincts

“Jax.”

“Get in,” he says as he pulls the curtain open. I sigh but get in. He follows.

The stream of water flows over me, soaking my skin and hair. The water is so hot that it turns my skin red, but it doesn’t feel hot. I’m so icy that it feels like lukewarm water.

Jax feels the water. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to burn yourself,” he says as he turns the faucet down some.

“It’s not that hot,” I whisper.

“You look like a lobster.” I shrug my shoulders at his response.

Jax turns me around, so the water hits my chest. He leans his head down and places kisses along my shoulder, tracing my collarbone until he meets my neck. Shivers run over my body, and his touch feels welcoming for once. I embrace the feel of his fingertips and the caress of his lips.

“You’re going to be fine, baby,” Jax coos in my ear.

He grabs a bottle of shampoo and squirts a quarter-sized amount into his palm before lathering it on my scalp. He does the same with the body wash. Jax returns his lips to my shoulder and moves his hand across my belly. My core tightens, and my legs close together. He must seem to notice because he moves his hands lower and spreads them apart again.

“I’m going to keep going, moon, but if you want me to stop, tell me.”

I nod my head against his chest.

Every move he makes is careful and gentle. A different time would have him slamming me against the wall and forcing me to bend at the hips, but this is him letting me have all of the control. I lift a leg and put my foot on the side of the tub, exposing myself to him. His hand slips between my legs, and my body tenses at the touch of his fingers between my slits.

I push the negative thoughts away. Good touch. Love touch. That’s what this is. Nothing bad is happening here.

The pads of his fingers swirl around my arousal, and I begin to pant like a dog on a hot day when they graze my clit. With his free hand, I feel him grab his cock against my back. He jerks his length as he works me, and an orgasm coils in my belly like a tornado. He stops before I have time to jump off the edge. He slides the top of his cock against my entrance, and the piercing teases me in all the right places.

“Jax, please,” I beg, and it feels so good to want his touch. It feels fucking amazing.

“You want me to fuck you up against this wall, baby?” He whispers into my ear as he moves my hair off my shoulder.

“Yes,” I moan as he continues to use his cock to play with my pussy. He doesn’t respond before shoving in. Our skin meets, and he doesn’t move. Jax stills inside of me for a moment, seeming to search for approval, and when I don’t fight him, he thrusts his hips.

He pulls out halfway and goes back in, hitting my G-spot. Suddenly, I’m slammed into the wall, and he doesn’t hold back. I’m being made into one with the wall, my skin entwined with the tile lining it.

“I know I don’t love you the way you want to be,” he begins to speak as his hips do God’s work. “I’m doing the best that I can. I've been respectful and tried caring for you in the way I know how.” My eyes roll, and I see double as they cross. Now doesn’t seem to be the time to pour his heart out because I can barely understand the words he’s spewing. “I just want you to know I love you. I do,” he finishes his thought, sending me spiraling. I’m clamping around his cock as I’m falling off a cliff. His name leaves my lips in a guttural scream. My knees threaten to buckle before he catches me.

Jax holds me up by my hair and pounds into me, chasing the high of his own release. Once, twice, and three more times has him spilling into me with his own yell escaping. He stops moving inside of me, and I can feel every throb of his cock.

When he pulls out, I feel the warmth of his cum drip down my legs, and it feels just right.

twenty-eight

JAX

I spent the day driving Luna to hospitals, medical offices, and rehabilitation centers in surrounding towns.

She’s dressed up nicely: a blue blazer with black dress pants, a white shirt, and heels. She looks beautiful in her outfit. Her nails are done. I do them regularly now. Since we started going around this morning, she’s been offered three jobs. We’re sitting at the island back at the house, and she’s looking over the best option for her.

There’s a glow across her face that’s been missing for a long time.

“Thank you,” she says as she reads over the paperwork.

“For what?”

“Getting me up and out of here. For helping me see that I’m still worth something,” she smiles brightly. My stomach flutters.

I did that. I made her smile like that. I brought her glow back. Me.