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🔥 “The Second Night” 🔥
An exclusive bonus scene from Jaxson’s POV
Set after Chapter 6 • Extra Explicit • ~3,500 words
⚠️ WARNING: This scene is explicit and intended for readers 18+.
Contains: graphic MM sexual content, dirty talk, light dominance.
JAXSON
I’ve been staring at my phone for the past hour.
The text from Leo is still glowing on my screen: Same place. 9pm. Don’t be late.
Don’t be late. Like I could be anything else. Like I haven’t been counting down the minutes since we parted ways this morning, my body still humming with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the sounds he made when I was inside him.
I shouldn’t go. That’s what the rational part of my brain keeps screaming. Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing—a release valve, a way to get this thing between us out of our systems so we could go back to hating each other like normal people.
But nothing about last night felt like getting it out of my system.
It felt like gasoline on a fire.
I grab my keys and head for the door.
* * *
The boathouse looks different in moonlight.
Last night, when we stumbled through the door with desperate hands and hungry mouths, I barely noticed my surroundings. The space heater. The old mattress. The camping lantern that cast everything in a warm golden glow.
Now I see it all clearly—including Leo, who’s already waiting for me.
He’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, still in his street clothes, but his jacket is off and his hair is damp like he just showered. When he sees me, his eyes darken, and that familiar flush starts creeping up his neck.
The flush.
God, I’m obsessed with that flush. The way it spreads across his skin like a map of his desire, telling me exactly what he’s feeling even when his mouth is too stubborn to admit it.
“You came,” he says.
“You asked me to.”
“Didn’t think you would. Figured you’d talk yourself out of it.”
I close the door behind me and cross the room slowly, watching the way his body tenses with each step I take. “I tried. Lasted about ten minutes before I was in my car.”
“Ten whole minutes?” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I’m flattered.”
“You should be.” I stop in front of him, close enough to touch but not touching. Not yet. “I’ve never broken a single rule in my life. And now I’m sneaking out to meet my rival in an abandoned boathouse for the second night in a row.”
“Sounds like someone’s having an identity crisis.”
“Maybe.” I reach out and cup his jaw, tilting his face up toward mine. “Or maybe I just figured out what I actually want.”
His breath catches. “And what’s that?”
“You.” The word comes out raw, honest. “I want you, Leo. And I’m done pretending I don’t.”
Something shifts in his expression—surprise, maybe, or relief—and then he’s grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me down onto the mattress.
* * *
The kiss is filthy from the start.
No gentle build-up, no tentative exploration. Leo kisses me like he’s been starving for it all day—tongue and teeth and desperate little sounds that go straight to my cock. His hands are everywhere, tugging at my jacket, raking through my hair, pulling me closer like he can’t get enough.
“Slow down,” I murmur against his mouth.
“No.” He bites my bottom lip hard enough to sting. “We did slow last night. Tonight I want fast.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” I flip us in one smooth motion, pinning him beneath me, and the sound he makes is obscene. “You might be used to calling the shots out there, Rossi. But in here? You’re mine.”
His eyes go wide. Dark. Hungry.
“Prove it,” he breathes.
So I do.
* * *
I strip him slowly, piece by piece, taking my time despite his impatient protests. His shirt goes first, revealing the golden skin and scattered scars I mapped with my tongue last night. Then his jeans, then his boxers, until he’s naked beneath me with his cock straining against his stomach and his chest heaving.
“Jaxson.” His voice is rough, broken. “Come on.”
“Not yet.” I run my hands down his sides, feeling the shiver that follows my touch. “I want to look at you first.”
“You looked at me last night.”
“Last night was dark. This—” I gesture at the lantern, casting everything in warm light. “This is better.”
His flush deepens, spreading from his neck down to his chest. “Stop staring.”
“No.”
“Jaxson—”
“You’re beautiful.” The words slip out before I can stop them. “You know that? All that fire and fury packed into this body… God, Leo. You have no idea what you do to me.”
He reaches up and fists his hand in my shirt. “Then show me. Stop talking and show me.”
I show him.
* * *
I start at his neck—that spot just below his ear that made him gasp last night—and work my way down. Kissing, biting, sucking marks into his skin that he’ll have to hide tomorrow. He squirms beneath me, hands clutching the sheets, making sounds that are going to fuel my fantasies for weeks.
“More,” he demands. “Jaxson, I need—”
“I know what you need.” I press my mouth to his collarbone, scraping my teeth across the bone. “But you don’t get it until you ask nicely.”
His laugh is breathless, incredulous. “Are you serious right now?”
“Very.”
“I don’t beg.”
“You will.” I continue my path downward, pausing to swirl my tongue around one nipple. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging so pretty I might even record it.”
“You wouldn’t—fuck.” He arches off the mattress as I bite down gently. “Okay, okay, please. Please, Jaxson. Touch me.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Shut up and—” He breaks off with a moan as I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking slowly. “Yes. God, yes, just like that.”
I work him with long, steady pulls, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hips buck into my grip, seeking more friction, but I keep the pace torturously slow. Drawing it out. Making him feel every second.
“You’re so hard for me,” I murmur, running my thumb over his leaking tip. “Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Sitting in class, replaying last night in your head…”
“Yes.” The admission sounds like it costs him something. “Couldn’t focus on anything. Kept thinking about—ah—about your hands. Your mouth. The way you felt when you—”
“When I fucked you?”
His whole body shivers. “Yes.”
“You want that again?” I lean down and breathe the words against his stomach. “Want me inside you, filling you up, making you forget every reason this is a bad idea?”
“Please.” His voice cracks. “Jaxson, please, I need—”
“I know.” I release his cock, ignoring his whine of protest, and reach for the supplies I brought. “I’ve got you.”
* * *
Preparing him is its own kind of torture.
I take my time, working him open with slick fingers while he writhes and curses and clutches at my shoulders. He’s still loose from last night, but I want him dripping, desperate, so ready for me that he can’t think straight.
“More,” he gasps as I crook my fingers just right. “Another one, I can take it—”
I add a third finger and watch his eyes roll back.
“There.” He’s grinding down onto my hand now, shameless and needy. “Right there, don’t stop—”
“Not going to stop.” I lean down and kiss him, swallowing his moans. “Not until you’re falling apart. Not until you’re screaming my name so loud the whole damn river can hear you.”
“Fuck, Jaxson—”
“That’s it. Let go. Let me hear you.”
He comes with a shout, clenching around my fingers, spilling hot and wet between us. I work him through it, gentling my touch as he shudders and gasps, until he finally goes boneless beneath me.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
“We’re not done.” I pull my fingers free and reach for a condom. “That was just the warm-up.”
His laugh is exhausted and delighted. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe.” I roll the condom on and slick myself up, positioning myself at his entrance. “But what a way to go.”
I push inside.
* * *
The slide is perfect.
Tight, hot, devastating. Leo arches beneath me, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. The sound he makes is somewhere between a moan and a sob, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“Okay?” I ask, holding still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move.
“More than okay.” He digs his heels into my ass, urging me forward. “Move. Please move.”
I give him what he wants.
The first thrust punches the air out of both of us. The second has him clawing at my back. By the third, we’ve found a rhythm—hard and fast and just this side of brutal, exactly what he asked for.
“Yes,” he gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes, just like that, don’t stop—”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” I grip his hips hard enough to bruise, angling for that spot inside him that made him see stars last night. “You feel so fucking good, Leo. So tight, so perfect—”
“There.” His back bows off the mattress as I nail his prostate. “Oh God, right there, don’t stop—”
I don’t stop. I hammer that spot relentlessly, watching him fall apart beneath me, listening to the litany of curses and prayers spilling from his lips. His cock is hard again, trapped between our bodies, leaking onto his stomach with every thrust.
“Touch yourself,” I order. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”
His hand flies to his length, stroking in time with my thrusts, and the sight of it—Leo Rossi, spread out beneath me, fucking himself on my cock while he jerks himself off—is almost enough to push me over the edge.
“Close,” he warns, voice cracking. “Jaxson, I’m so close—”
“Come for me.” I lean down and bite his ear. “Come on, baby. Let go.”
The endearment slips out without permission, but I don’t regret it—not when his whole body seizes up, not when he spills over his fist with a scream that echoes off the walls, not when he clenches around me so tight that I follow him over seconds later.
The orgasm whites out my vision.
I collapse on top of him, shaking, and for a long moment there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the thud of our hearts.
* * *
“You called me baby.”
We’re lying tangled together on the mattress, too wrung out to move. I’ve got my arm slung over his waist, his head pillowed on my chest, and I can feel his smile against my skin.
“I was caught up in the moment.”
“Sure you were.”
“It didn’t mean anything.”
“Liar.” He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those dark eyes that see way too much. “You meant it. Just like you meant all that stuff about wanting me.”
I could deny it. I could rebuild the walls and pretend this is still just physical—two rivals working off steam, nothing more.
But I’m tired of pretending.
“Yeah,” I admit quietly. “I meant it.”
His smile softens into something almost tender. “Good. Because I meant it too.”
He leans down and kisses me—slow this time, sweet—and I feel something crack open in my chest. Something that’s been locked away for so long I forgot it existed.
Hope.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asks against my lips.
“Tomorrow. And the night after that. And the night after that.”
“Careful, Miller. Sounds like you’re making plans.”
“Maybe I am.” I pull him down for another kiss. “You got a problem with that?”
“Not even a little bit.”
Outside, the February wind howls across the frozen river.
Inside, wrapped in Leo’s arms, I’ve never felt warmer.
— THE END —
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