My lungs ached, because I couldn’t take in a goddamn breath, and I hid my face in her neck, sure that she could see the sweet agony written all over it.

“Jesus, baby,” I said in a pained voice. “So tight. And so fucking wet.” And I groaned, sinking back into her slowly and gripping her ass in my fingers.

“Jax?” She raised her head back upright and wetted her lips. “I’m not a doll,” she panted, pleading with me. “I won’t break, so don’t hold back. I’m ready.”

I let out a shaky laugh, feeling sweat pouring down my back as I sucked on her heated skin, really loving how good she’d gotten at being heard.

Straightening up, I lifted her just enough to make sure I had a good hold and pressed her against the wall. “I hope you’ve been working out,” I warned. “You’re going to need stamina for this.”

Her arms tightened around my neck, and her face sat cheek-to-cheek with mine as I started fucking her the way I knew she wanted.

Her mouth in my ear was torture, her moans and cries surrounded us, and I sank my lips into hers, eating up all her cries. I fucking wanted it all. Everything she had to give me. Feeling her moans and whimpers in my mouth vibrate down into my throat was a fucking rush.

While my hips rolled into hers, shivers covered my skin with the warmth and frenzy burning inside me.

Her hard nipples kept rubbing against my chest, her long black-and-white feather earrings teased her shoulders, and with her glowing skin and petite frame … She was killing me. So beautiful it hurt.

“Jax,” she gasped against my lips, and tilted her head back to look up at me. She looked about two seconds from passing out. “I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said in a shaky voice. “I want to be good for you.”

And I flexed my muscles, squeezing her ass harder.

“Baby.” I shook my head, gazing down into those lovely eyes as she moved up and down my cock, her pussy grinding on me. “Nobody’s ever been sweeter than you. You’re fucking perfect.”

Her eyes flashed to the side, and I followed her gaze, seeing Madoc, Fallon, Shane, and Ken Doll roaming outside. The walls of the fun house only rose halfway, leaving the top half open. We were high enough and far back enough that we wouldn’t be noticed, but we could see them.

And they were looking for her.

Poison’s “Talk Dirty to Me” was playing over the speakers outside, the hot air blew across our skin, and I grinned my ass off. “They’re coming in,” I said. “I wonder how long it will take for them to find us.”

“No.” She bit her bottom lip, a worried look crossing her eyes. “I thought you said no one was coming. My mom is out there.” And then she moaned, closing her eyes. “Oh, God. Keep that pace. Keep doing that,” she panted.

I straightened my back, pulling her hips into me faster and faster. “Don’t worry. Mom won’t find out.”

I dipped down, kissing her breast and continuing to move inside her. I licked the salty sweat from her skin and shifted my attention to the other breast, taking her nipple in my mouth.

Fucking hell. Her skin was sugar.

“It’s so hot,” she breathed, and that was the goddamn truth. Her hair still looked sexy as hell, but strands were sticking to her, and I could feel mine sticking to my skin as well.

“I’m coming,” she moaned. “Just keep that pace, Jax. Please. Just like that,” she urged.

I stood up straight, looked down at her tight stomach, and grabbed her hips. “Like this, baby.” And I guided her hips in a figure-eight motion into me and then back down.

Her stomach moved in waves toward me, and I groaned as she caught on and found her rhythm. In and then out. Rolling in and rolling back out. Over and over again, she was driving me fucking crazy.

Her eyebrows pinched together as she took over, working me faster and faster.

“Oh, Jax,” she cried, rolling quicker and harder. More and more. Again and again her hips slammed into me, pushing my cock deep inside her.

I sucked in air, feeling the pressure build as if I were ready to implode. “Come on,” I grunted, gripping her hips and yanking her into me. “Fuck that shit, baby.” And then I dropped my head back. “Jesus, you’re killing me.”

And we were going to bruise my goddamn hips, but I couldn’t care less.

“You feel so good,” she whimpered. “Ah, ah, ah …”

I plastered us to the wall, chest-to-chest, and held my hand over her mouth, drowning out her cries.

Her moans vibrated through my hand, and her body went limp with her orgasm as I powered through my own. All my muscles tensed with the wave of euphoria in my dick, and I dropped my head back and groaned. “Fuck, Juliet. Fuck.” I clenched my teeth, thrusting hard and spilling inside her as she came down.

Fucking hell. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, and I had to tense every damn muscle in my body to make sure I stayed standing. My abs were tight as hell, but my arms were far from tired.

I kneaded her ass, my teeth bared and my chest going a mile a minute.

She was hanging on by a thread. Her limp head bobbed against her skinny arms that were still wrapped around my neck.

And then she lifted her head, meeting my eyes. And I stilled.

K. C. Carter, naked and glowing, stripped and wild, was smiling at me.

“Juliet!” someone shouted. “Where are you?”

She jerked, but I brought her back, holding her tight and whispering into her lips, “I think I like you.” And I sank into her mouth, kissing her soft and long until we were both breathless. I pulled back, letting my forehead fall to hers as I tried to catch my breath.