Body fits mine like a glove

And I never should have let you go.

I'm so sorry, I was wrong,

And I've loved you all along.

Now I'm trying to let you know …

He held the note, clear and perfect over the ringing strings …

"You got it right… babe

You're always right, babe

I'm more than a Lil Bit sorry, yes, it's true.

I never thought… babe

We could have fought… babe

I want my Lil Bit back inside my arms.

You should know… babe

I'll never go… babe

You're the only one I want, yes, it's true …"

A high, piercing note… His voice caught dangerously and he averted his eyes. Tears were flowing fast and freely down my cheeks …

"Can we go right back in time?

Can we turn right on a dime?

I promise I will always be true.

Can you listen to my song?

Tryin' to tell you I was wrong.

And I'm telling you that I love you.

I felt hollowed out. The place where my anger had resided was just an empty space now. A vacuum waiting to be filled. And in it rushed the love that had been waiting this whole wasted time.

"Jaxson."

"Yeah, Lily." His voice broke slightly and I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

"I didn't know."

"Now you do."

I looked down at my hands. "Dad and Annie get married tomorrow."

He nodded. "I'm well aware."

"But …" I had no idea how he'd react, if I asked. I had hurt him so badly, again and again and again, did I really deserve another chance? "We still have tonight."

It was like watching a dead man return to life. Inch by inch, his spine straightened. The color returned to his cheeks and that devilish gleam to his eyes. I bit my lip when I saw his cocky grin spread across his face. "Yeah… we have tonight."

"So?" I spread my hands, arching my back slightly. His eyes went to my breasts and then back up to my face.

"So what, Lily?"

"Aren't you going to come over here?"

"You know what? I don't think I will."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Nope." He leaned back and brushed his hand up from his groin. I could see his length straining against his jeans already. "You come over here."

"Really?"

"You know you want to, Bit."

I did. "You are the cockiest son of a bitch …"

"That's why you love me," he drawled.

I laughed and slid from the bed. His eyes followed my every move as I slunk along the floor, rising up to my knees between his legs. He hissed as I pressed my hands to his thighs. "That's not why." I licked my lips, wetting them, readying them.

"Why?" He genuinely wanted to know.

"Well …" I slid my hand up, cupping his groin. "There's this …"

His eyes darkened. "Show me how much you love that."

A small whimper escaped my lips as I unzipped his jeans tooth by tooth. He leaned back, watching me, occasionally brushing my hair behind my ear so that he could more clearly see my face as I freed his cock from his boxers.

As the silken head brushed past my lips, we both groaned together. I always figured that he had the power and I had none. But in that moment, I knew I had as much power over him as I was brave enough to take.

And suddenly I wanted everything he had. I inhaled sharply, taking in as much as I could. The taste of him …the smell of him …. It wasn't the whiskey that was getting me drunk.

"Lily… fuck…" He looked down at me and the way his lips parted in wonder sent me into a frenzy. I was determined to take all of him, every precious inch.

With a guttural moan, he fisted my hair into a knot and yanked my head backwards. "Slow down, greedy girl. We have all night."

He pulled me up to him and folded me into his arms, cradling me just like a child. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathless.

"I need to feel your skin, babe. Get these clothes off."

I jumped up to obey him. Jax leaned back on his elbows, his long form draped across the bed, and the wickedest smile in the world on his face. "That's it. Fuck, look in the mirror. Do you even see yourself?"

"I see."

"Good. I want you to watch yourself while you cum. Now get over here and sit on my face."

I had to whisper because I didn't trust my voice. "Okay."

I must have swung my leg too slowly for his liking, because the second I was straddling his chest, he sank his fingers into the flesh of my ass and pulled me to him. I gasped as his tongue parted my folds and a bomb went off inside of me. Jax growled his approval as I collapsed forward, sinking my fingers into his blue hair, guiding him to right there… there… there…

"Do you see?" he rumbled against me, and I knew what he wanted. Feeling the flush spread across my chest and slither down my spine, I turned my head and watched. Watched myself react to him. As the slow heat began to catch fire, I fought the urge to close my eyes. This was the last night we had together, and I didn't want to miss a fucking moment.

The desperate heat clawed up my thighs and suddenly I was screaming his name. Jax clapped his hand over my mouth even as he was still working me over. I tried to squirm away, to close my thighs, but he only grabbed me tighter. "No," he grunted, as savage as an animal.

My sharp cries became weak and languid. My mind melted into delirium until I was nothing more than a puddle in his hands. Jax emerged, grinning wetly up and me. "Sweetest pussy in the whole damn world."

"Gross, Jax."

"Hardly." He licked his lips. "Think I'll just stay here all night."

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Are you saying it would be a bad way to go?"

I slipped my hand down to close around his cock. "No, I'm saying I'm not done."

His mischievous grin slipped away and his eyes darkened. "There's my girl."

The desire in his eyes brought me out of my haze. I instantly wanted more. He slid underneath me and caught me up from behind. I heard the jingling of his belt buckle and my pussy clenched in response. "Watch," he ordered, turning us so that we both faced the mirror.

I watched.

I watched as he pressed my legs open.

I watched as he slung his arm around my chest.

I watched as his face contorted and I watched us both gasp as he slid inside of me.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Jax

I wanted her to take everything. Everything I had was hers. It always had been. It always would be.

I leaned back, positioning her so that she rode me as I lay flat on my back. "Take it," I told her. "Everything. Just take it."

If anyone walked past the door right now, we would be caught for sure. Lily's moans, the slap of her skin as she bounced on my cock, was a dead giveaway.

But I didn't give a fuck about being caught. Let them come. Let them see me like this, with Lily wildly riding me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. This time when the scandal broke—when I gave my statement to the press—I would say what I should have said all along. That Liliana Nesbit belonged to me.

No.

Fuck that.

I belonged to her.

Her back was to me but I could see everything—everything—in the mirror, and it was a wonder I didn't lose it over how fucking beautiful it was. Her rolling hips moved in a sinuous ripple as she rode me, her hair a silken ribbon raining down her back. Her eyes were slitted and a rosy flush spread over her breasts. I ached to squeeze them, pinch them between my thumb and forefinger to make her gasp, mark her pinkened skin as mine, but I was frozen in pleasure. If I moved at all, I was afraid I'd shatter the moment.