JAXON As someone who’s seen sad Sarah, slutty Sarah, and innocent Sarah, I have to confess that jealous Sarah is the sexiest of them all. The way her lush lips pout when she looks up at me, the childish twinkle in her hazy eyes, everything about how she looks right now makes me want to get down on my knees and worship her body to the core. I don’t hesitate. I drop down, and press my lips against her inner right thigh. She shudders, sucking in a sharp breath. The sound does things to me I cannot begin to explain. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her legs as I sniff in her jasmine scented body oil. “Jaxon,” she breathes out. “We’re outside.” I raise my head to look up at her. Her cute, flushed cheeks are the color of red roses, rivaling their beauty by every damned standard. None of us had planned to get so addicted to her, especially me. We had always wanted her, sure enough. But we had managed to convince ourselves it was only boyish lust over a girl—the one girl we knew we had no business needing so badly. It didn’t matter that we could only fuck women with red hair after her. But that night, at the club, seeing her after such a long time, knowing that everything that had kept us away from her before was gone: Kevin, her husband, we sure as hell couldn’t help ourselves. What we believed would be for one night has spanned into several weeks, and I—for one—have no intention of making it stop anytime soon. Yes. You heard me right. I can’t get enough of Sarah Wellspring. “It’s VIP for a reason, baby.” I speak softly against the skin of her legs, while my eyes are fixed on hers. She smiles, but I see the hesitation, and I understand. Aaron’s blackmail messed her up so bad, and it’s only normal she has her reservations. As much as I want her, I also care about her a whole fucking lot. I’m going to make her comfortable, happy, at ease. I’m going to give her whatever she wants. I’ll bring the fucking world to a stop if I have to. It’ll mean nothing to me. An idea turns on like a light bulb in my head, and a grin forms on my lips. “You know what?” I rise to my feet and hold my right hand out to her. “Come with me.” I see the relief that settles in her eyes, I watch how her tense shoulders slowly melt as she laughs. “What? To where?” “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now, would it?” She makes a chuckling sound as she shakes her head in amusement. She probably thinks I’m crazy. I am. And that’s why I’m already calculating how fast I can walk with her ass hurled over my shoulder before she puts her hand in mine. Well, someone’s lucky. She’s been spared extra spanking. The path from the VIP lounge fades into soft sand as I lead her, our fingers intertwined, down the beach. We slip past the last row of cabanas when the rocks come into view. Three tall ones like titan teeth in a small circle, all dark and rough. She doesn’t ask me any questions. I can tell she knows exactly what I’m thinking. It’s not so far from us anymore, but I’m about to snap. I don’t know how much longer I can go without tasting her. “Here,” I call out as I walk ahead of her, slipping into the space between the two largest rocks. Sarah takes one look over her shoulder, giggling lightly as she comes in, right behind me. She stands in front of me and leans her back into the rock. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jaxon?” She’s laughing so hard, the skin of her entire face and neck turn pink. I don’t say anything. My eyes dance all over her face as she struggles to hold her laughter back. The mere sound of her joy, the way her eyes light up, even the snorts she makes mid laughter, everything makes me crave her so much more. My cock is so hard in my pants, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth in my chest. I take a step forward, eliminating whatever distance had existed between us. My right palm rests on the rock, just inches above her head. Her beautiful teeth bite into her succulent lower lip, glistening with lipgloss. “How many girls have you brought here, Jaxon?” I shake my head. “No one. No one has ever driven me this crazy.” And that’s the truth. She raises a playful left brow. “So, I drive you crazy?” “You have no idea.” “Hmmm. Like good crazy, or bad crazy?” The best crazy that there is. As a matter of fact, there is no iota of desire to be sane when she’s around me. “Good crazy.” Is all I say. Desire, wild and consuming, flashes in those innocent eyes of hers. I fight back the lump that grows in my throat as her gaze drops down to my hard cock. Slowly, it travels back to my face. “Show me,” she lets out a breathless whisper. “Show me how crazy I make you.” Does she know what she’s asking me? I know I brought her here for that, but I need her to understand that there’s no stopping me. She cannot take her words back. I would take her, and I won’t stop till I’ve had enough, till her juices are all I can taste, till she screams my name loud enough to attract beach security, till my mark is on her fucking skin because I want everything: Teeth, tongue, and heat. I want to fuck her until she forgets how to say anyone else’s name. “Don’t think,” she snaps at me. “I don’t want you to. Don’t think about Malachi or Ronan. It’s just the both of us here now. I’m all yours, Jaxon.” All mine? Fuck. “Take me.”