Hey, beauties :) Here's an update for the week.

Jace's bike had been parked right outside the shop, and he had smirked and offered her the helmet. Clary just shook her head, walking over to her car and getting inside. Being on that motorbike and pressed up so close behind him fucked with her head in ways that she really wasn't ready for today, given how messed up she was already feeling. But there was also the fact that there was no way she was going to leave her baby in this area of town, because unlike Kaelie, she had had this car since she was sixteen and had never got a scratch on her, and she wasn't going to leave it here, on the street.

So Clary followed Jace when he got on his bike, jerked his head at her, and took off down the street.

She followed him along the beach front, through the city, and then out of the city. The area that they were heading toward was actually in a similar direction to where Clary had first met Jace, when she was with Jordan and his friends and her then boyfriend had been buying drugs. Clary tightened her hands around the wheel of her car, thumbs twitching, no music playing on the radio as Jace turned his bike down a driveway. It was all gravel, not paved, and Clary slowed her car down so that she limited the stones that were being kicked up, so as not to scratch her car.

She was so busy focusing on where she was driving and wincing every time she heard the 'tink' of a stone hitting her car, she hadn't really looked up and see the house that they were obviously driving towards. There were a lot of trees around the end of the driveway, but when they drove through them, Clary was surprised when she saw the house. Jace got off his bike near the front door and kicked out the stand of his bike, taking off his helmet and then waited for Clary. Clary parked her car, turned it off and got out.

"This place isn't a total dump, like I would expect," she stated, keeping her voice neutral as she looked around. The house was actually in really good condition, and it looked well looked after. She couldn't imagine that Jace was the type of person to have a gardener or a house keeper, which meant that he looked after this place himself.

And that was strangely attractive to Clary.

Really strange.

"Thanks...I guess," Jace quirked an eyebrow at her and smirked and Clary just rolled her eyes, not sure what else to say. "Want to see the inside?" Clary pulled her eyebrows together as she tipped her head backwards to look up at him.

"Is that meant to be some line to get me into the house and out of my clothes?" She snipped at him and Jace's smirk grew into a grin before reaching out for her.

"Damn right," he replied. Clary didn't know what to respond to that and she bit down on the corner of her lower lip before Jace was lunging at her. She gave out a squeal of surprise before he dropped his shoulder, throwing his arms around her knees and tossing her easily over his shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" She cried out, a little breathlessly, her stomach pressed hard against Jace's shoulder. She smacked a hand against his shoulder blade. "What are you doing?!" Jace didn't answer, he just lifted his hand and patted her on the ass which sent her eyebrows arching up toward her hairline, annoyance swirling through her. She heard the door open, and from her upside down position, she saw the ground move underneath them, stepping over the lip of the doorway and then there were polished floors under foot. His boots were heavy on the wooden floor and he moved quickly, down the long hall and then turning and stepping onto a thick rug. "Put me—fuck!" She squawked out as she was suddenly moved.

"You're fine," Jace told her with a smirk as she was flopped down onto the bed, bouncing a little at the movement. Clary attempted to frown up at him, her eyebrows pulling together, but she knew her hair was an absolute mess around her face and her shirt was falling off her shoulders.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Clary still tried to frown at him.

"Just wanted to move things along at a quicker pace," Jace grinned and he reached behind him, gripping his shirt and then pulling it over his head, tossing it to the side, toward the wicker basket in the corner of the room.

"Oh, yeah?" Clary made a face at him. "You think that just by showing me your pretty house is gonna make me drop my panties?"

"You saying no?" Jace asked as he toed off his shoes and gave her a knowing look. Clary pursed her lips together and it looked like she wanted to argue, but she knew she wasn't going to. She saw the tattoo's on his chest and down one arm, and the ripped muscles of his stomach and the bulge of his biceps. She hadn't seen them before, because they hadn't exactly stripped down completely in front of each other, which was probably a good thing, because she would never be able to stop feverish dreams of his body.

She'd be dead on her feet.

"Shit," she breathed out and Jace's lips quirked in a knowing, smug smile. That annoyed her a little bit, because she was guessing that that was how a lot of girls looked at him when they saw him. His golden hair and tanned body was incredible, and he had these thick fingers that were undoing the belt that he was wearing, and Clary watched as they worked his zipper. Jace pushed his jeans down and she realized that he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. That was...Completely unhygienic but insanely attractive. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around her ankle, giving it a tug.

"Come on," he said to her, lifting an eyebrow. "Not fair if I'm the only one undressed."

"Yeah. I'm sure that you feel so uncomfortable with all that on show," Clary muttered, for once actually feeling a little nervous, as she waved a finger up and down at him. She was usually very comfortable with her body, she was toned from cheerleading and while her skin was naturally pretty pale, she had her fake tan touched up every few weeks with Kaelie and Lydia.

"Is that meant to tell me that you're not comfortable?" Jace asked with a teasing glint in his eye, a slightly competitive tone to his voice. Clary's eyes narrowed at that and she pulled at her leg, tugging it free from his grasp, but not before she felt the scratch of his blunt nails over the thin skin. She pulled off her top, tossing it to the side, and then wiggled her way out of the leggings she was wearing. At least she had cute bra and undies underneath, which she had noted before, and she flopped back on the bed, hair messily around her, sort of...Presenting herself to him.

There was a dangerous grin on Jace's face as he leaned forward, his body looming over her and he reached one hand out to grab at her bra. She hadn't been expecting it at all as he gripped the little scrap of material between her breasts, holding the cups of the bra together, and pulling quickly, ripping the bra clean in two.

"What the hell?!" Clary cried out, eyes widening as she realized what he had done. She also realized that that was pretty much all she had managed to say to him since they had gotten here.

"I'm sure you can buy a hundred more on daddy's credit card and he won't notice," Jace grinned at her before his lips were on hers. Clary wanted to snap at him—say that wasn't the point—but his lips felt so fucking good against hers. It was just as good as the last time—maybe better. His tongue pushed past her lips without hesitation, without waiting to find out if she would push him away and get snarky like Jordan used to do. His mouth was hot and searing and she could feel him moving onto the bed, straddling her, one arm working it's way quickly underneath her and hauling her upwards without breaking their connection. She felt her head come down on the pillows and she would have tried to wiggle herself into a more comfortable position if she hadn't been so caught up in the kiss.

"Alright, princess," Jace pulled away from her with a smirk. "Think it's your turn to do some of the work." She was about to ask what he meant when they were suddenly moving, Jace twisting them around so that she ended up sprawled on top. There wasn't much elegance about the move, but Clary couldn't help the heat that pooled in her stomach at the strength he showed in that one movement. Jace reached to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom and handing it to her.

It was then that she actually focused on his dick.

It was a lot bigger than Jordans.

And also Billy Andrews, the only other guy that she had slept with before Jordan.

She flattened her lips into a line, though, because she wasn't going to give Jace anything more to be smug about. She snatched the condom from his hand, tearing the wrapper and throwing it away before rolling it on over his hard cock. She felt it twitch under her hand, and after she had smoothed it on, she wrapped her fingers around it and pumped it a few times. There was a low groan from Jace she looked up at him, through her thick lashes, and he was staring at her, heat in his eyes.

Clary balanced herself on her knees as she lifted herself up, pushing aside the crotch of her underwear and positioning herself over her. Jace's hands were loosely at her side, thumbs gently touching her thighs, but he wasn't providing any support or holding her, and that made her feel a little off kilter. She wasn't used to the one doing the work, in fact, she had only been on top with Jordan a few times, and he had been drunk all of those and it had felt so completely different.

Right now, it was the middle of the afternoon, the sun was streaming through his windows, and it was this muscled, tattooed, undoubtedly dangerous man between her thighs, that she knew nothing about, and it made her nipples tighten.

She sunk down, taking him in with no preparation at all. She felt a slight pinch and she winced a little at the pain as she accommodated for him. When Clary opened her eyes, Jace was staring up at him, and his eyes looked even darker, glittering up at her. She felt his fingers wrap around her legs, behind her knees, pressing in firmly. It was a bruising pressure that spurred her on and she began moving faster, lifting herself up before pushing herself back down over him.

"Fuck," Jace groaned out, gripping her even harder, one hand slipping upward, fingers curling into her ass. Her hair was swinging forward, over her shoulders, towards her breasts, around her face, and her eyes kept squeezing closed every time he entered her. He was pushing her so hard from the inside, filling her and making her shake, and then the hand that wasn't gripping her ass moved to her clit and squeezed.

"Shit!" Clary's voice came out in a squeak as he suddenly began thrusting up. The way he was moving, lifting his hips off the bed and pushing into her, made her shiver and shake on top of him, and she could feel her orgasm crashing around her a whole lot faster. All she could think about was how full she felt, and how good his fingers were on her clit, and how much she hoped the fingers around her ass left bruises, and that—

"Come on, sweet thing," Jace rasped out, thrusting up into her over and over again until she was coming over his cock, dripping onto his abdomen. Jace kept pushing, through her orgasm, chasing after his own, and she could feel a second one building quickly at the pit of her stomach. He was rough and his pace was brutal and her whole body was tense as she felt the bite of his nails into her ass. She felt it when he came, because his thrusts got even harder and she felt a slight pinch of pleasure-pain in her lower stomach which was quickly smothered by another orgasm. She let out a long whine before collapsing forward, slumping over his body.

1) Wrong Direction - Hailee Steinfield. 2) Walls - Louis Tomlinson. 3) Alanis' Interlude - Halsey and Alanis Morissette. 4) See You Again - Carrie Underwood. 5) Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey. 6) Blood - In This Moment. 7) Casual Sabotage - Yungblud. 8) She - Harry Styles. 9) Living Proof - Camila Cabello. 10) Monsters - James Blunt.

My husbands favourites change all the time, but he has said that today the ones he played the most are Adore You by Harry Styles and First Man by Camila Cabello. I think my playing of the HS2 album on repeat has gotten to him, and he wasn't too big of a fan of First Man by Camila, probably because I played it so much when the song first came out, it always just made me so emotional. After her Grammy performance last night, though, he was an absolute wreck, and he said he played it all the way to work, so I think he's finally on board with that song!

We had a How To Train Your Dragon binge in the weekend, which was amazing, and I've just started a new showed called Reprisal, which seems pretty good.

Also keep in mind, I am sending you guys PM's in response to your reviews! Please don't think I'm ignoring you guys! I absolutely appreciate all your beautiful words and support, just currently the alerts are turned off for any PM's, which is incredibly frustrating, so you're just not getting alerted by them when I send one!

Much love xx