Mag-log inCHAPTER TWO
RILEY’S POV
Jax cursed under his breath, pulled me closer with one strong hand, and crushed his mouth against mine.
The kiss was nothing like I had imagined in all my years of obsessing over him. It was rough, hungry and almost angry.
His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue pushed into my mouth like he had been holding back for just as long as I had. I moaned into the kiss, as my hands flew up to grip his bare shoulders. His skin was still damp from the game, it felt warm and hard at the same time under my fingers.
He tasted like salt and victory and a darker element. My body reacted instantly, and heat flooded between my legs as he kissed me like he owned me. Which honestly he did.
Jax suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily and rested his forehead against mine. His eyes were full on wild and his pupils were blown wide.
“Riley… fuck,” he growled in a strained tone. “We can’t do this. Logan will kill me. He’ll kill both of us.”
I didn’t care. I had waited way too long for this. I pressed my body closer, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against my stomach through his pants.
“I don’t care about Logan right now,” I whispered in his ears, my body was shaking with need. “I want you, Jax. I’ve always wanted you.”
He groaned like he was in pain, his hands gripped my waist so tight it almost hurt. For a second I thought he would push me away, then his control snapped.
“Fuck it,” he muttered.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me on the cold wooden bench in front of his locker. The wood was hard and chilled against the backs of my thighs. Jax shoved my legs apart with his knee and stepped between them, his big body crowded me completely.
His mouth came down on mine again, harder this time. One of his hands slid under my shirt, and his rough palm cupped my breast and squeezed. I gasped into his mouth as his thumb brushed over my nipple, making it harden instantly.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he rasped against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about these tits for longer than I should.”
He pushed my shirt up and over my head in one rough motion, tossing it aside. My bra followed quickly. The cold air of the locker room hit my bare skin, making my nipples harden even more. Jax stared at my breasts like a starving man, then lowered his head and took one nipple into his warm mouth.
I cried out, and arched my back as he sucked hard, his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud. His other hand worked my other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. I could already feel my wetness soaking my panties between my legs.
“Jax… please…” I moaned, tangling my hands in his hair.
He released my nipple with a wet pop and moved lower, kissing and biting down my stomach. His hands were rough as he yanked my leggings and panties down my legs in one go, leaving me completely naked on the bench.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered in that dark, commanding voice.
I obeyed instantly, opening my thighs wide for him. Jax dropped to his knees on the concrete floor, his broad shoulders forcing my legs even wider. He stared at my pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he growled. “This pretty little pussy is dripping.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me.
I cried out loudly as his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit. He groaned against me, the vibration made me shake.
He wasn’t teasing me, he was devouring me. His tongue circled my clit with firm pressure, then moved down to push inside me, fucking me with it. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, stretching me open as he sucked hard on my clit.
The pleasure was all too much for me to handle. My thighs started trembling around his head. I grabbed his hair with both hands, grinding against his face shamelessly.
“Jax—oh fuck—I’m gonna—”
He sucked my clit harder and curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made me experience another level of ecstacy. I came with a loud cry, my pussy clenched around his fingers as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. He kept licking and sucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I was a shaking, whimpering mess.
Jax finally pulled back, his mouth and chin was shiny with my wetness. His eyes were dark with lust as he stood up and shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, and it was everything I had imagined—thick, long, and rock hard, the head already leaking with precum.
He stroked himself once, looking down at me like a predator.
“You sure you want this?” he asked roughly. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back, Riley.”
“I’m sure,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider for him. “I’ve been saving it for you. Take me, Jax. Please.”
He groaned and positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance. He rubbed it up and down my soaked pussy, coating himself in my wetness, then pushed in slowly.
The stretch hurt in an instant. He was so big. I gasped and threw my hands to his shoulders as he worked his cock into me inch by inch, slow but relentless.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
I took deep breaths, trying to relax around the invasion. The pain mixed with intense pleasure as he finally bottomed out, his hips flushed against mine. He stayed still, letting me adjust, while his cock was throbbing deep inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned against my ear. “Your pussy is squeezing me so good.”
After a moment, he started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each stroke felt like it reached deeper inside me. The pain faded quickly and was replaced by pure, overwhelming pleasure.
“Faster,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Jax. Fuck me harder.”
His control vanished completely.
He pulled back and slammed into me, hard. The bench creaked under us as he started fucking me with long, powerful thrusts.
His skin slapped against mine and the wet sounds of my pussy taking his cock filled the locker room. Jax fucked me like he was claiming me, his hips snapped forward, driving deeperer with every thrust.
I moaned loudly and my nails dug into his back even harder. “Jax—oh God—right there—”
“That’s it,” he growled, gripping my hips with one hand, while the other hand braced on the bench. “Take my cock like a good girl. This pussy is mine now.”
He fucked me harder and faster, the gentle start was completely gone. His thrusts became savage and possessive. I felt every thick inch of him stretching me and filling me completely. My pussy clenched around him, dripping wet and making obscene sounds with every thrust.
I came again, harder than before. My walls squeezed his cock as pleasure moved through me. I cried out his name as my whole body shook.
Jax didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. His breathing grew heavier and his thrusts became erratic.
“I’m close,” he growled. “Fuck, Riley— I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Cum inside me,” I gasped, holding him tight. “Please, Jax. Give it to me.”
Then, with a deep, animalistic groan, Jax thrust deep one last time and came hard. I felt his cock pulse inside me as hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy. He stayed buried deep in, grinding against me as he emptied himself completely.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily, sweaty and trembling. Jax finally pulled out slowly, his cum leaking out of me onto the bench.
He looked down at me and I could see the guilt already creep back into his eyes.
“Riley…” he started.
I sat up, still naked and dripping with his cum, and looked at him with calm obsession.
Jax pulled back, breathing heavily, and ran a hand over his face.
“This never happened,” he said in a strained voice. “Stay away from me, Riley.”
I looked at him, forming a mischievous smile. “It already did…” I whispered eerily. “And I want more.”
CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND ONESCARLETT'S POVReyes came for me at dusk.He did not knock. I heard the key turn, the one my father had never taken back, and then he was standing in my hallway in his black coat with his hands at his sides."Get in the car," he said."Good evening to you too.""Your father wants you.""Where?""Get in the car, Miss Lenay.""Is Riley alive?""She is resting.""You sound like a pamphlet.""Get in the car."I had not slept properly in four days. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Riley's hand on her stomach and a red stain spreading on a sheet. I picked up my bag, and then I stopped at the smoke detector over my door and looked at it. The little black eye looked back. I walked past it without looking up.In the back seat of the sedan, I took out my phone and thumbed Logan's number. I had typed three words before Reyes's hand came back over the seat and clo
CHAPTER ONE HUNDREDRILEY'S POVBrandt had talked all the way down the corridor. I had listened to every word."Is Dr. Morrow new?" I had asked in the lost voice."Oh, no. She's been with the clinic from the beginning.""The beginning of what?""Of the clinic, dear."Now the cold was the first thing. Then the lamp, and the smell of lilies so thick it coated my tongue.The room was small and spotless. A steel table, a screen on a stand, a counter along the far wall with a white cooler on it. A woman stood at the counter with her back to the door, laying out instruments in a row. She wore lavender gloves and a surgical cap, and she was humming.Three notes. Then the same three notes.My hands went cold on the blue blanket. I did not move them."Dr. Morrow," Brandt said, "this is Miss Kane."The woman turned. She was about fifty-five, with gray eyes above her mask and a face that had never needed to rai
CHAPTER NINETY-NINERILEY'S POVI counted before I opened my eyes. Two cameras, one in each top corner. A monitor beeping on my left. A window.A real window. I opened my eyes and looked at it. Pale green walls, a ceiling without stains, and past the glass a service road with a concrete wall rising behind it. The curve of the arena roof showed above the wall. I knew that roof. I had skated under it twice.So this was Eastbridge ground. Of course it was."Good, you're awake," a voice said. "I'm Nurse Brandt. Don't try to sit up fast."She was small and gray-haired, with a clipboard held flat against her chest. She wrapped the cuff around my arm."One fifteen over seventy-two. Very nice. Dr. Hale has already looked at your labs.""Where am I?""A private clinic. You were moved for the babies' sake."I opened my mouth to say the lost thing. Where's Logan, who are you, what day is it. Then I stopped. Tasha's eyes had
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHTJAX'S POVThe two men in medical jackets did not touch me. They did not have to. One stood on each side of the doorway with his arms crossed, and every time I shifted my weight, they shifted theirs.I listened to the gurney wheels go down the hall. The first door beeped. The second door beeped. Then nothing.Tasha appeared in the corridor with her hand over her mouth. "Mr. Harlan, I'm so sorry. Where did they take her?""I don't know yet.""You can go now, sir," the taller one said."Now?""The ambulance has left the bay."They stepped aside. I stood there with my hands open at my sides, because if I closed them I would hit somebody, and Riley had told me to find Carol first.Dr. Whitfield was holding the folder with both hands. His face was gray."Mr. Harlan, I want you to know I did not sign this willingly.""I know.""The form lists the receiving facility. Eastbridge Wo
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVENRILEY'S POVI woke before dawn with my hand on my stomach and the word "two" in my head. Three days to the final.The hallway light made its yellow line under the door. Someone had pulled the blue blanket up to my chin while I slept. I had not done it. I lay still and checked everything. The blanket, my pillow, my fingers. Under my right hand there was a dent in the sheet where paper had been.Paper. I sat up and looked under the pillow and under the mattress. Nothing.At seven Tasha came in with the blood pressure cuff."One ten over seventy. You talked in your sleep again.""What did I say?""Names. Mostly 'Jax.'" She smiled. "Your friend is on the list for eight. He asked me twice last night if he could stay. I told him rules are rules.""He stayed late?""Until we locked the log. He was in that chair most of the evening."I did not remember it. I had slept hard. That alone bothered
CHAPTER NINETY-SIXLOGAN'S POVBishop gave directions one turn at a time. "Left." "Right at the light." "Stay in this lane." He said nothing else, and the gun never moved from my ribs.I kept my hands at ten and two and counted the turns. Eleven so far. We were heading toward the river."Where are we going?" I asked."You'll know when we get there.""Is Gabriel there?""Eyes on the road, Kane.""You're going to shoot me in my own truck?""If I wanted to shoot you, I'd have done it in the garage. Drive."Riley's rule was still in my head. Wait for them to say the word twins. Don't say it first.They had said it. Gabriel knew before I did, and Whitfield only told me this afternoon. Someone in St. Anne's had picked up a phone before the ink on that printout was dry. And I could not tell Riley or Jax about this ride. I knew that before anyone said it."Right," Bishop said.I turned into the shipping yard at Pier 9. Same gravel, same orange light over the fence. Last week I ran in here hol







