Free Lyndley by K. Renee

grip to the bottom of my shirt, I help him out by lifting my arms. He tugs my t-shirt off and tosses it behind him, his eyes roaming over my body.  
    “Damn, baby. Your body is so fucking amazing.”  
    He reaches for my jeans and slowly unbuttons them, kissing a blazing trail from my breasts to my waist. When he gets them undone, I lift my hips as he slides them off, throwing them to the ground. He kisses his way back up my body, running his hands up my sides.  
    I grip his t-shirt and lift it over his head. When his lips find mine again, I start to unbutton his jeans and push them down as far as I can. He grabs them and takes them the rest of the way off. Seeing his fantastic body above me, I can’t help but get wet.  
    Every muscle flexes as he holds himself up above me. I kiss his chest and make my way to his nipple. Gently, I nibble on it. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans my name. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me and flips us over so I’m now on top of him, his black boxer briefs barely able to contain his hardness.  
    Running my hands down his sides, I grip the band of his boxers and slide them down his muscular thighs, his dick standing at attention. Wrapping one hand around him, I lower my head and slowly run my tongue up and down his shaft. He reaches up and tangles his fingers in my hair.  
    Moaning, I take him as deep as I can. I bob my head a few times before he pulls me off. “Lynd, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”  
    He drags me up his body and I kiss every inch of him as I go. Straddling his waist, I line him up and sink down, his cock slowly stretching me. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. Once I adjust to his size, he slowly moves me up and down.
    “Lyndley, you feel so fucking good,” he groans.
    A breeze blows past us and my nipples pebble. He reaches up and tangles his hands in my hair as I ride him. When I start tweaking my nipples, it causes him to thrust into me harder. “Oh god, Jax!”
    His hand comes down to my clit and rubs while I ride out my orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts, I feel him release.  

Chapter Thirteen

    Lying my head on Jax’s chest, I trace patterns on his pecks. I never really noticed his tattoos. On his left shoulder is a cross and his father’s name, and on his other shoulder is a half-sleeve of black drawings. I can’t tell what most of them are, but I see a familiar object mixed in with the rest of the art.
    “Jax,” I whisper, tracing Gracilyn’s name on his chest one final time.
    “Yeah?” He pulls me closer.  
    “Why did you put this here?” I point to the picture of two thumbprints that are combined into a heart next to an anchor with the words, “true love never sinks” wrapped around it. I rest my chin on his chest and wait for his answer.
    He rubs his hand over the ink and smiles. “Well, this amazing and beautiful girl once told me she wanted me to know how much she loved me so she drew it on my arm. When I got home from her house, I took a picture of it and made sure to keep it for when I decided to get a sleeve done. I incorporated it in because I knew what we had wouldn’t go away, even if we weren’t together anymore.” He leans up and gently kisses my lips.  
    “No matter how long we were apart, no one would ever compare to her. I knew that I wanted to get her back one day, but didn’t know how.” He gives me a crooked grin. “But then, out of the blue, the woman of my dreams came screeching right back into my life like a tornado. Sure, you had a secret when you came back, but can you honestly tell me I don’t mean anything to you anymore?”  
    I shake my head. I will never get over him. “You still mean everything to me. I just didn’t realize it until now. I couldn’t give you up even if I tried, and I don’t want to.”  
    He grins. “Good. I’m never letting you go again. I was an idiot before.”  
    I nod and he rolls us over so he’s on top of me. He reaches over and sticks his hand inside the