Ride me like you stole me

Every time I scream Jax's name, the fire inside me burns hotter, and I hate how badly I need it. His voice is dark smoke against my ear. He moves inside me, slow, deep and merciless, and I'm coming apart one thrust at a time. "Say it again, Rae," he growls against my neck. "Jax..." "Louder." "Jax!" My nails rake down his back. The workbench groans under us, and a wrench clatters to the concrete. Thunder shakes the garage walls, and I can't tell where the storm ends and he begins. "You said you didn't want this," he murmurs, dragging hot kisses along my throat. "Your body is begging for it." "Make me." I grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting rain and heat and every mistake I'm ready to make. He groans into my mouth, and the sound shoots straight through me. His hand slides down my thigh, fingers digging in, lifting my leg higher around his waist. The angle changes. My head falls back and a broken cry rips out of me. "There," he breathes. "Right there, isn't it?" "Don't stop," I gasp. "Wasn't planning to." His rhythm builds, deeper now, relentless. Every thrust steals a little more of my control. I cling to his shoulders, my lips pressed to his throat, feeling his pulse pound wild against my mouth. Ten minutes ago I was elbow-deep in an engine. Ten minutes ago he was a stranger in my doorway. Now he's the only thing holding me together. "Rae." My name comes out rough and shaking. "Look at me." I open my eyes. His grey eyes burn into mine through the glow of the heater, dark as the storm outside. The cocky smirk is gone. "Stay with me," he says. "I'm here." Heat coils tighter low in my belly. My breath shatters into short, and his thumb finds the aching spot between us, circling slow and sure. "Jax, I'm going to..." "I know. Let go." "I can't..." "You can. I've got you." And I believe him. That's the most terrifying part. In the dark, in the storm, with his arms locked around me. The wave crashes over me. I cry out, clutching him as everything shatters and pulses, and he follows seconds later with a low, shuddering groan, his forehead pressed to mine, his whole body trembling. For a long moment, none of us moves. Only the rain. Only our ragged breathing. "That.., "was a mistake." His mouth curves, a ghost of a smile. "Probably." "I don't even know your last name." "Cole." "Jax Cole." I test the name on my tongue. "Sounds like trouble." He eases back and helps me down from the bench. My legs wobble, and he catches my waist without a word. Then he pulls the old mechanic's blanket from the shelf and wraps it around my shoulders, gentler than any man built like a wall should be. We sit on the floor with our backs against the workbench, his arm around me, my head on his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady under my ear. "Rae." "Mm?" "About your father..." I stiffen. "Don't." "I need to tell you something." "Not tonight." His arm tightens around me. "Okay," he says quietly. "Not tonight." I close my eyes. For the first time in three weeks, the weight on my chest feels lighter. Maybe the grief will still be there tomorrow, but right now I'm warm, safe, and wrapped in a stranger's arms like it's the most natural thing in the world. His phone buzzes on the floor. He reaches for it. I feel the exact second his whole body goes still. "Who is it?" I ask sleepily. "No one." "Jax." He doesn't stop me when I pick up the phone. The screen glows in the dark. One name. DEC. Did you get it yet? Don't make me ask twice. My blood runs cold. I look up slowly. "Get what?" He says nothing. And that's when I understand: the man who just held me like I was the only thing in the world was sent here for something else.