I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled like s*x and salty air, Jax's arm draped heavy across my waist, Amber's leg hooked over mine. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden stripes over our naked bodies.
My p***y ached in the best way, a dull throb reminding me of how Jax had stretched me wide, how Elena's tongue had unraveled me. I shifted, feeling sticky remnants of c*m dried on my thighs, and a flush crept up my neck.
What the hell had I done?
But damn, it felt good, not just the orgasms, but the way they'd made me feel wanted, devoured, like I wasn't broken after all.
Jax stirred first, his blue eyes cracking open, a lazy grin spreading as he pulled me closer.
'Morning, gorgeous,' he murmured, his morning erection pressing against my ass.
Amber
