Racing Hearts (Hollows Garage Book 3)
Racing Hearts: Chapter 31

“Jax—”

“I won’t say it again.”

I looked down at him, debating on not listening, but part of me was too curious. Everything he did to me felt so good that it was hard to fight it, especially when he was looking up at me with that hot, intense gaze.

“Fine, but if I don’t like what you do, I’m getting out of here.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t want to go anywhere.”

I pulled my skirt up and before it was even out of the way completely, his hands were on me. His fingers moved through my wetness, the dark car leaving me feeling less on display.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered.

“So are you,” I said.

“You do so good for me. Are you ready to come on my fingers again?”

My throat was tight, but I managed to answer. “Yes.”

“Good girl. You get anything you want.” His fingers stroked me a few times before pushing into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness, my pussy clenching as I tried to get used to the feeling. He kept moving, each slow thrust making me relax more.

“That’s it. You’re taking it better now.” He groaned. “You did so good that night, just like you will tonight. This time though, we aren’t going to drunkenly rush it. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” I said, my head falling back as his fingers moved deep into me.

“Look at me,” he said, my attention snapping to him. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me and ride my hand. Show me that you’re ready for my cock again.”

“I don’t know if I can.” My thoughts going back to my body, not wanting to embarrass myself on top of him.

“Ride my hand or take my cock? Because you’re currently doing one of those really well, and you’ve already done the other perfectly. You’re beautiful and vicious and fucking flawless, and all I want to do is please you, sweetheart.”

His hand sped up and I couldn’t help but move my hips. “That’s it, keep going. I know you like being loud. Let me hear you, brat.”

I kept moving, the pleasure building and everything around me fading away. There was no self consciousness, no worry if my stomach or hips or body looked bad. There was nothing on my mind except my pleasure and Jax. The man who was always giving and giving was only giving me more now.

In seconds, I broke. Warmth and pleasure moving through me until I was falling into Jax as I tried to catch my breath. When I sat back up, he was smiling, the dull glow of the moon leaving enough light to see him.

He held up his fingers. “Taste, you good little brat. Taste how much you enjoyed my fingers.”

My tongue flicked out, running along his fingers. The simple act making me feel dirtier than I ever had, and I loved it.

My mouth dropped open as he pulled his fingers into his own mouth.

His hand moved along my wetness again, before I pulled away. I grabbed his belt, undoing the buckle and button on his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Was that all you wanted to do?”

“Of course I want to do more than that, but we don’t have to do it here. We can wait until we are at the apartment.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I said, pulling open his jeans and pulling out his cock. I had already decided what I was going to do next, and I didn’t want him to stop me.

“I understand that you want things perfect and romantic and all that, but I don’t need it. I don’t need flowers, or candles, or whatever other thing you think we need. And while all that is sweet, all I need is you. You are more than enough on your own without all of that, Jax.” I sunk down onto the floor, licking along the length of him. I don’t know what it was about Jax, but every time I was around him I felt confident. Confident enough to do something like this.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s not what I was expecting.” His hips pushed up as his hand wrapped into my hair.

I moaned against him, taking him deeper before swirling my tongue around the head. My movements were slow at first until I finally found my rhythm, loving his sounds of encouragement.

“You’re going to have to decide if you want me to fill your perfect mouth,” he said through gritted teeth. “Because I can’t…fuck,” he moaned. “I can’t last long with you on a good day and…fucking hell…this is not a good day.” He let out another moan, the deep grumble of it making me wetter. I wanted him, but more than that, I wanted to do this for him.

I kept moving, loving each moan and groan he made, letting me know exactly how much he was enjoying it, enjoying me.

I was so screwed.

He moved my hair over my shoulder, watching as I took him deeper again.

“Look at me,” he said, the words barely a whisper.

I turned my head, looking up at him as I moved my tongue along his cock, my lips still wrapped around him. His mouth fell open and his hand moved back into my hair.

I figured he had to be close, so I stopped. Pulling my head back and teasing him with my tongue.

“Do you happen to have a condom?”

“No, but I do at home. In our bed where that will happen, not here.”

“Do you really think either of us want to make the entire ride back?” I asked, taking him until he hit the back of my throat.

He groaned again, pushing up. “No, I don’t want to, but I’m going too. After what you are doing, I’m worried if I’ll even make it a full second once I’m buried in you.”

I crawled back up him. The dull glow of the moon giving me enough light to see as I leaned in, kissing him, but stopped when he winced.

“Are you okay?”

“For some reason, my face hurts,” he said with a smirk, leaning in further to kiss me still.

That pulled me back to reality, and I pushed back from him, trying to look over his face more. “We should get you back to your apartment and clean you up. Hopefully, nothing is actually broken.”

He leaned his head back again, closing his eyes. “Our apartment.”

“Your apartment,” I said, climbing off of him and trying to adjust my clothes.

“You live there, too.”

“Temporarily.”

“Or permanently.”

“Or very temporarily.”

“I can promise you a lot, Carly. I can promise you everything you want or need.”

“You can promise things today or even this week, but you can’t promise them forever. We all inevitably grow and change. Come on, we should go, not do this.”

“Then I will make sure we grow and change together.”

I wanted to agree, but I couldn’t now. For now, I needed to focus on one thing at a time, the next thing being getting Jax cleaned up. I got out, waiting as he fixed his jeans.

“You can stay and cook and build whatever business you want. Or don’t. It’s fine either way.” He slid out of the backseat, getting out and turning to pin me against the car.

“Jax, this is too much for tonight. Can we just go home?”

“Fine, but you have to drive. I think I have a half broken nose and a concussion.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. Might have to stay up all night now too, so I don’t die and all.”

I groaned, but already knew I would. “You know I love my sleep.”

“We can replace something fun to do. Maybe you can run me one of those witchy baths with all your potions, or you could read my new book to me.”

“You got another book?”

“Of course I did. I have a very long list to read, so yes, I did. Don’t worry, this one’s darker. More stalkers and sex, less lovey dovey stuff, so you will love it.”

“You might be the weirdest man I’ve ever met. You got into a fight, are covered in blood, gave me a great orgasm, and now you want me to go home and read your romance books to you?”

“Someone has to. My head hurts and I won’t be able to concentrate on reading.”

“As much as I want to help, I’m not driving.”

“You are too. You can get this home, no problem.”

I blew out a hard breath, and he leaned down, kissing me once. “Sorry about all the blood,” he said.

“Sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.”

He laughed, clutching his side. “I can’t believe you came to my rescue. You’re amazing. A little scary, but amazing.”

“You’re scared of me?”

“Not at all. My little witch has a soft spot for me, but your face tonight scared a grown man looking for a fight. You’re a little intense when you’re pissed off.”

“Well, I didn’t like him hurting you.”

“And I’ll be grateful for that forever. Now come on, take me home.”

HALF AN HOUR later we were finally home after one nerve-wracking drive for me. He shrugged his jacket back off, and I pulled off his shirt, the bloody mess of it making me take it right to the trash before pulling off his jeans. Finally, he was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs in his boxers, blood on his cheek and neck.

“There’s blood all over my face, isn’t there?” I asked, realizing the streaks across his face were from me kissing him.

His fingers moved over my cheek and jaw as he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry,” he whispered, pulling me down to him. I smiled as he kissed me again.

“It’s alright. Let me wash some of this off.”

I moved the washcloth over each bloody inch until he looked almost normal again.

He grabbed it from me, wiping my face in turn. “You saved me a lot more pain tonight,” he said. “Thank you. Even if I am a little pissed you got yourself involved, it was also really sweet.”

“I’m so glad you see that as a sweet act.”

He started laughing, pulling me closer until I was straddling one of his legs. “It was sweet because you cared about me.”

I didn’t respond, too worried about what was going to come out of my mouth. I didn’t think I was ready to admit just how much I cared about him.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he said, kissing my neck, half lifting me off of him as he got up and started pulling me towards the bedroom. “I need you, and maybe we can finally do this right.”

I didn’t have a chance to say anything as he kissed me the entire way to the bedroom, pulling off my clothes as we went.

By the time I was laid back on the bed, I was in nothing but a bra and underwear, and feeling completely on display for him. He came down over top of me, pulling off my bra and groaning as he leaned down to my breasts. He caught one of my nipples, rolling it between his teeth before licking and sucking, and moving onto the next one. Heat and wetness flooded between my legs as he continued. The sensation of it making my spine tingle as my hips bucked.

He groaned again, but didn’t say anything, kissing down my stomach. A self conscious thought crept in and promptly took off. The silence giving me all the time in the world to let all my worries take over.

I grew more frustrated as he continued, not saying a word as his lips and tongue moved over every dip and curve of my body. I wanted to enjoy this, but I had grown so used to Jax talking the entire time, I hadn’t realized how soothing his words were to me.

“What are you doing?” I finally asked, growing annoyed.

He pulled back with a smile. “I assumed you understood foreplay?”

“I do, but what I don’t understand is why you are silent. I usually can’t get you to stop talking.”

“I was trying to be romantic about it, and nothing that comes out of my mouth is going to be romantic,” he grinned, going back to my neck.

“Jax, stop,” I said, pushing him back again. “I can’t do all of this like…well like this. I like when you talk.”

“But I wasn’t going to be saying anything sweet. I don’t want this ruined for you.”

“You are ruining it by not being yourself. I’m laying here in silence wondering what you are thinking and growing more self-conscious by the second. If you want to talk, please, talk.”

“It doesn’t ruin it for you?”

“Like I said, this is ruining it more than that. Please, stop putting so much pressure on yourself, and just be you. It makes me comfortable, and I enjoy it a lot more than this.”

He groaned again, moving down to kiss me. “How did I get so lucky to replace someone who likes me exactly the way I am?”

“I could say the same thing,” I panted as he moved back to my breasts, pulling one into his mouth as I gasped.

His hand trailed down my body until his fingers were running along my wetness. “So ready for me already?”

I could only manage a whimper as his fingers pushed into me.

“If you’re going to make sounds like that from only my fingers again, how are you going to keep quiet when you take my cock?”

I laughed, my own moan cutting me off. “I won’t.”

He gave an appreciative groan and pulled away. “I think I will need to hear that for myself.”

I kissed his shoulder, waiting as he slid the condom on and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Are you going to take it all again for me?” His nose trailed up my neck to my ear. “Are you going to tell me if it hurts this time?”

“It felt good last time just, like it will this time. It hurt at first, but I told you I liked it.”

“Then take it, sweetheart.” He pushed harder into me, taking his time as my body stretched around him.

“Did you like making me cum like that? Do you like knowing how much I want you?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me.

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing my hips up to take more of him. “How is there still more?”

He laughed, grabbing my hands and pinning them above me as my head fell back. It didn’t hurt like it had the first time, but my body still ached at the fullness. I clenched hard, trying to take more.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Take your time.” I took another steadying breath before he continued.

“Good girl. You’re taking it so perfect. Look at you, sweetheart. You are perfect.”

His words encouraged me more, until I was pushing up, taking the rest of him in one motion. His fingers dug into my hips as I yelled out, my pussy clenching as I tried to get used to the feeling. He moved, each slow thrust making me relax more.

“Yes,” I said, my head falling back again, pleasure taking over.

“Always so greedy for me,” he said. He kept moving faster until he was slamming into me. It pushed me over the edge, my body tightening before exploding into a thousand pieces. My vision blurred as I reached for him, trying not to yell any louder, but I couldn’t stop myself as I fell apart around him. He groaned, but I couldn’t make out anything else he said, the sound of my own heart racing the only thing I could hear now.

He finally slowed, my body coming down off the high of my own orgasm and turning my limbs to jelly.

“Damn,” he panted. “And I thought that was good the first time.”

“Were you worried it wouldn’t be as good?” I asked, laughing.

“Not even close. I knew it would be amazing. And it didn’t hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. More than fine.”

He laughed, kissing me hard before rolling to his side. “Come on. Between the fight and the best sex of my life, I think I would like one of those witchy baths now,” he said.

I nodded, taking his hand as we walked back to the bathroom. I started the bath, adding in everything I wanted before he pulled me over to clean me up as it filled.

I finally sunk into the warm water, Jax getting in behind me. I could feel him laughing behind me, the shake of his body making the water splash.

“What’s so funny?”

“The last time I saw you in this tub, I was already dying to get in with you. Dreams do come true.” He leaned down, kissing my neck and holding onto me.

I could only lean back against him. For the first time in a long time, I let go of any worry I had and took the rest of the night to enjoy the good things in my life.