Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 214

JAX'S POV

I wake up to the brush of soft kisses along my jaw....unhurried and familiar. Then another at the corner of my mouth, and another lower, right where my pulse beats beneath my skin. There’s a weight pressing down on me. My arm moves before my mind catches up, wrapping around him, pulling him closer on instinct.

A hand drifts down my chest, palm dragging over skin like it’s mapping something it already knows by heart. My eyes blink open, and there he is.

He’s on top of me, the early morning light washing over his skin. His dark hair is a mess, soft strands falling over his forehead. Brown eyes half-lidded, watching me with that look.....half hunger, half something softer.

God, he looks good. My throat tightens, heartbeat quickening like it forgot how to stay calm.

“Morning,” he murmurs, and it’s in that voice. Edged and quiet, carrying a heat that makes my skin ache.

He leans down again, mouth finding the place where my neck meets my shoulder, kissing, then lightly biting.

I let out a low sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a groan. “Are you taking advantage of me, while I’m asleep and helpless?”

He lifts his head just enough for me to see the smirk tugging at his lips...wicked and fucking gorgeous. “You look far from helpless,” he whispers against my skin.

I can feel the heat pooling low in my body, feel my fingers tightening around his waist, urging him closer. My mind’s a blur of want and disbelief. Because how did I end up here, in his childhood bedroom of all places, the smell of him filling every space between breaths?

His lashes lift, his eyes trapping mine and pulling me straight under like they always do, and I’m gone before I even breathe.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he confesses, voice teasing, but under it there’s that raw hunger that makes me want to bend to it. “I woke up and saw you lying here, looking so fucking sexy.” His eyes sweep over me before landing back on mine.

He grinds against me, and before I realize it, his hand reaches out, holding mine and guiding it from his waist to his cock.He’s hard, thick and hot, and the knowledge sends a rush through me so sharp it leaves me dizzy.

My gaze narrows, and I tilt my head, taking in the view of him completely naked.

“I could’ve sworn you had something on when we went to bed last night,” I say.

He just shrugs, the kind of movement that makes it obvious he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Got overheated,” his mouth curves, just a little, it manages to look both innocent and dangerous. “So I took care of it.”

I arch a brow, though my pulse doesn’t slow. “Yeah...looks like you did.”

I glide my fist over his cock in a way that makes him let out this soft, almost helpless sound, and it’s like a spark running straight through my veins.

Then he kisses me slowly, drawing it out until my whole body aches. His mouth tastes like heat and restraint about to snap. I pull back, smirking when I catch the sound of his breath hitching.

Then I shake my head against the warmth of him. “I love you. But there’s absolutely no way you're fucking me with your parents down the hall.”

“They’re not,” he quickly tries to assure me, voice confident. “Their room’s downstairs, and the walls here are pretty thick.”

I narrow my eyes at him and lean a little closer. “You’re horny.... and clearly desperate. No way I’m taking your word for it.”

His lips twitch. “Must be losing my touch,” he muses. “All I usually have to do is breathe in your direction and you’re hard and ready to fuck.”

I laugh despite myself, because he’s not wrong. I reach up, brushing a strand of hair from his face, letting my thumb linger against his jaw.

I want him to lean in, to challenge me, to pull me closer. And I know he feels it too, in the way his eyes darken. But no matter how bad I want him, I just can’t ignore the fact that his parents are somewhere in this house. He hooks his finger in the waistband of my boxers, ready to pull them off, but I reach out and stop him.

“Behave, I'm being serious.”

He looks genuinely offended, like I’ve insulted him just by saying no. Then, with that effortless grace that drives me insane, he shifts till he's straddling me. Then he casually runs a hand through his hair.

The sight does exactly what he intends, it knocks the air right out of me. My pulse spikes, heat curls low in my gut, and every inch of me goes taut beneath him. My gaze is glued to the thick, hard length of him, shameless and heavy between his thighs.

I lick my lips like the greedy bastard I am, not even trying to hide it. He knew what he was doing the second he stripped....he wanted to pin me down, and damn, it’s working. I can’t tear my eyes away. I’m obsessed with the way that gorgeous length always reacts to me, like it knows exactly who makes it that hard.

“It’s hardly fair, you know,” he starts, voice thick with need. “You get to take...and take...” His fingers trail down my chest, “...while I’m starving too.”

My breath catches when his touch stills on my cock over the light fabric, where I’m already straining for him.

“Think I’ve been playing too nice,” he goes on, tone dropping. “And you’ve been taking advantage.”

My eyes flick up, amused despite the way my body’s screaming. “Someone’s been keeping score.”

“What score? There's barely one to keep.” He pulls the waistband just low enough for me to spring free, “I should try my best to catch up. Even things out.”

A curse slips out of me before I can stop it. My chest heaves, breath stuttering as his hand wraps around me....torturous. Heat bolts through me so fast it makes my vision blur for a second.

“Xander....” I manage. My hips twitch, entirely on their own, chasing that perfect friction he’s giving and denying all at once.

“We shouldn’t,” I manage, my voice uneven. The words barely make it out. He just looks at me, calm in that maddening Xander way, he already knows I’m breaking. “We will,” he sounds certain. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to do a thing. Just lie there and take it.”

He’s still watching me with daring eyes. My hands are already gripping the sheets, and the last thread of restraint I’ve got starts to slip right through my fingers.

“You scared?”

“I’m being cautious,” I grit out. “Big difference.”

His eyes glint. “Since when do you care about caution?”

He’s toying with me, dragging me right to the edge just to see if I’ll give in completely.

“I’m dying to get in you,” he says, “... what're you gonna do Jax? Stop me?”

That look in his eyes is lethal. All challenge and heat, threaded with that quiet confidence that always gets to me. It reels me in, strips me of logic, leaves me weak in all the places I swore I wasn’t.

I don’t even think, my hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him down hard. Our mouths crash together, the kiss scorching. He tastes like everything I can never let go of.

Things get heated fast, and I’m half a breath away from forgetting where we are....until the door handle suddenly clicks.

Then–

“You sneaky little bastard! Not even a heads up.....”

Xander jolts like he’s been electrocuted, instantly shifting off me and sitting on the mattress beside me, fumbling to cover us both up. “Dude! Get the fuck out!” he shouts, voice cracking halfway between outrage and panic.

There’s a beat...then a startled, horrified sound. “Oh, fuck!” Damien, his brother, practically yelps, covering his eyes as he spins around so fast he almost hits the doorframe. “Jesus, okay! Didn’t see anything, swear to God!”

The door slams a second later, leaving behind a silence so sharp it feels physical. I just stare up at the ceiling, chest still heaving, adrenaline and disbelief tangling somewhere in my throat. Beside me, Xander groans, dragging a hand over his face.

I turn my head toward him, giving him a petty look that clearly says *‘I told you so’.* He curses in pure sexual frustration, then glares at the door.