Chapter 2: Next Morning
Lena woke to sunlight sneaking through Jax's blinds. Her body ached, good and sore, tangled in sheets that smelled of sweat and hot sex. His arm lay heavy across her waist, warm, keeping her close. His breath tickled her neck, slow and steady. She felt him against her butt—half-hard, even in sleep. Last night flashed in her mind: him bending her over the bed, thrusting deep, her screaming his name; her riding him slow, nails scratching his chest as he growled dirty words.
She turned, careful not to wake him. His face was soft, lips parted, black hair messy on the pillow. A tiny scar ran above his brow, probably from a fight, she assumed. Her fingers itched to touch it. She finally did, light as a feather. His eyes fluttered open, brown and warm.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down her side, resting on her hip, fingers warm on her bare skin.
Lena smiled, heart skipping. "Morning, Last night was… crazy."
He grinned, dimples flashing. "Good crazy, yeah?" His hand moved lower, cupping her butt, pulling her closer.
Her body tingled, heat sparking again. "The kind where I want you again," she said, nipping his jaw. Her teeth grazed his stubble, sharp and sexy.
Jax chuckled, low and deep. "And breakfast? Or just me?"
"Both," she said, kissing his neck. His pulse jumped under her lips.
He rolled, pinning her under him. The bed creaked. His body was heavy, all muscle, pressing her into the mattress. His lips found hers, soft at first, then harder, tongue slipping in. She moaned, hands roaming his back, feeling tattoos under her fingers—dragons, flames, stories in ink. His cock pressed against her thigh, growing harder.
"Fuck, Lena," he whispered, pulling back to look at her. His eyes were dark, hungry, but something softer hid there too. "You're too much."
"Then have me," she said, arching up, her breasts brushing his chest. Her nipples hardened, begging for his touch.
He didn't wait. His mouth moved down, kissing her neck, her collarbone. He lingered on her breast, tongue circling her nipple, slow and teasing. She gasped, fingers in his hair, pulling tight. He sucked, hard, making her squirm. Her body burned, wet and ready between her legs.
"Jax," she whined, hips lifting, wanting more.
He smirked against her skin. "Patience, baby." His hand slid down, fingers brushing her thigh, then higher. He found her, slick and hot. "Damn, you're ready," he said, voice thick. One finger slipped inside, slow, then another. He moved them, curling just right.
Lena moaned, loud, her body tightening. "More," she begged, legs spreading wider.
He kissed her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. His fingers kept moving, steady, building heat. She grabbed the sheets. Her breath came fast, hips rocking against his hand. He watched her, eyes locked, like he loved seeing her fall apart.
"Cum for me baby," he said, thumb brushing her clit, quick and firm.
She did, hard. Her body shook, a cry ripping from her throat. Pleasure hit like a wave, leaving her dizzy, gasping. His fingers slowed, drawing it out, making her tremble.
Jax kissed her, soft, tasting her moans. "So fucking gorgeous," he said, pulling his hand away. He licked his fingers, eyes on hers, making her blush and want him more.
They lay there, catching their breath. The room smelled of them—sex, sweat, and something sweet, like love sneaking in. Lena's heart felt full, scary full. She wasn't used to this—feeling so much, so fast.
"Let's eat," Jax said, rolling off. He stood, naked, all muscle and ink. His cock was still hard, making her mouth water. He caught her staring and grinned. "Food first, then more of you."
She laughed, sitting up, his shirt slipping off her shoulder. "Deal."
In the kitchen, she sat on the counter, legs swinging, still naked. Jax wore only boxers, tight and black, showing everything. He cracked eggs, cursing when one broke. Lena giggled, stealing a kiss as he stirred. His lips were warm, tasting like him. The eggs burned a little, toast too, but they ate anyway, laughing over the mess.
"Tell me something," she said, munching toast. "About you."
He leaned back, sipping coffee. "Got in a fight once at a bar when my friend was in trouble. Got this." He touched his scar but "Worth it."
Her heart warmed. He was tough but good. "Brave," she said, touching his hand.
He shrugged, but his eyes softened. "Your turn."
She thought. "Hate my job. Boss is a creep. Want… more. Something real."
Jax's hand squeezed hers. "You deserve that."
The air shifted, heavy with feeling. He stood, pulled her off the counter, into his arms. His kiss was slow, deep, like he was promising something. Her body pressed against his, feeling every hard line. Heat built again, fast.
"Bed," she whispered, tugging his boxers down.
He groaned, lifting her. They stumbled to the bed, lips locked. He laid her down, climbing over her. His hands roamed, rough but careful, like she was precious. She pulled him closer, needing him inside.
"Slow this time," he said, eyes locked. He slid in, inch by inch, stretching her. She gasped, clinging to him. They moved together, bodies synced, slow and deep. Every thrust felt like more—like love, not just sex.
"Jax," she moaned, nails digging into his back. Her body tightened, close again.
"Lena," he growled, moving faster. His hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit. She screamed, coming hard, shaking under him. He followed, groaning her name, spilling inside, hot and deep.
They collapsed, panting, tangled. His arms held her tight, like he'd never let go. Outside, the rain was gone. Sunlight warmed the room, but their heat was hotter, their hearts closer. Lena didn't know what was next, but with Jax, she felt alive.