Page 85 of Jax & Knox

When we finally pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are dark with need.

"Let's go home," Jax says, his voice rough.

She nods, breathless.

Tessa wolf-whistles as we guide Ainsley toward the door, and I flip her off without looking back.

We're taking our woman home.

And everyone knows exactly who she belongs to.

By the time we get home, the tension between us is unbearable.

Owen is already asleep at Lucy's place, she offered to watch him for the night, and I wasn't about to turn that down.

The moment we walk through the door, I'm on Ainsley.

I pin her against the wall, my hands on either side of her head, my body pressed against hers.

"Knox—"

"You're mine," I growl, my voice rough. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasps.

"Again."

"I'm yours, Knox. Yours and Jax's."

"Fucking right you are."

I kiss her hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming every inch of her.

She moans against me, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer.

Jax is behind her now, his hands sliding up her sides, pulling her tank top over her head.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his lips on her neck.

I unhook her bra and toss it aside, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples.

She arches into me, gasping.

"Bedroom," I command. "Now."

We move as one, a tangle of hands and mouths and desperate need.

By the time we reach the bedroom, she's already half-naked, her jeans unbuttoned, her skin flushed and hot.

I push her onto the bed and strip off my shirt, my eyes never leaving hers.

"You know what I'm going to do to you?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. I'm going to mark every inch of your skin so everyone knows you belong to us. And I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with us."

She whimpers, her thighs pressing together.