by Ramona Gray
She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, as he pumped his hips back and forth. She gripped the base of him with her hand and stroked him firmly as her tongue teased and tasted the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Mel!” He pushed her back and yanked her to her feet before reaching again for the clasp of her bra. He snapped it open and pulled it from her body, dropping it carelessly to the floor.
“Hey,” she teased, “aren’t you going to pick that up?”
He didn’t reply. He was staring at her breasts with a feral look of hunger and her pelvis throbbed in response.
“Jax?” She whispered.
“Playtime’s over, butterfly,” he growled.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes and she squealed softly when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Every muscle in his body was hard as granite and she swallowed nervously as he dropped her on to the bed and covered her body with his. He pushed one hard thigh between her legs and pressed it against her aching pussy.
“Jax, are you alright?”
He bent his head and nipped her neck. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name, butterfly.”
She dragged in a harsh breath of air as her pulse thudded heavily. He pressed his lips against it before dipping his head and closing his lips around one nipple. It hardened in his mouth and he growled his satisfaction before sucking firmly. Her back arched and she muttered a soft plea as he kissed the hollow between her breasts and traced his tongue along the soft underside of her breast before taking her other nipple into his mouth. He worried it into the same aching hardness as she rubbed herself shamelessly against his hard thigh.
He slid down her body, kissing and tasting her soft skin before circling her navel with his tongue. He pulled lightly on the waistband of her panties.
“Lift your hips,” he growled.
She obeyed immediately and he pulled her panties down her legs with infinite slowness. He kissed her calf before dropping her panties on the floor and moving to his knees beside the bed. His hands circled her waist and he dragged her toward him until her ass was on the edge of the bed and her legs dangled off the side of it.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
She parted her legs eagerly and he growled softly when her sex was exposed to him.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he whispered.
He pressed a kiss against the small triangle of hair at the top of her sex before licking a slow path down the bare lips of her pussy. She moaned loudly and arched her hips as her hands tugged restlessly at his hair.
“Jax, please.”
“Patience, butterfly.” He took her hands, his fingers closing around her wrists, and held them tightly at her sides. Trapped, she could only writhe against him helplessly as he pressed his tongue between her wet lips and licked at her clit. He stroked it repeatedly, each brush bringing her closer and closer to the edge, and she made a loud whimper of need.
He sucked firmly on her clit and she clamped her thighs around his head as her back arched and she cried out. He released her wrists and pried her legs apart, holding them firmly in his big hands before sucking on her clit again.
She grabbed the bedcover in her hands, clenching it tightly, and twisting and turning against Jax’s warm mouth. He rubbed his tongue over her clit and her entire body lifted from the bed as she screamed his name and came violently against his mouth. He held her firmly as she shuddered and moaned before collapsing against the bed.
She breathed harshly, dragging oxygen in and out of her lungs, as Jax stood and opened the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and tore open the foil package, rolling it on hurriedly before kneeling between her splayed thighs.
“Open your eyes, butterfly,” he said.
Her eyelids fluttered open as he propped himself above her and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and it sent another shiver of desire through her.
“Jax, I want you to fuck me,” she moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.
“Then put me inside of you, butterfly,” he whispered into her ear before sucking lightly on her earlobe.
She reached eagerly between their bodies and grasped his cock, guiding it toward her wet entrance. He moaned when the head of his cock slipped inside of her and she bit her bottom lip.
“You’re so damn big,” she muttered.
He grinned at her as he pushed his way steadily into her wet and willing body. “You’re so damn tight.”
He seated himself fully in her, both of them gasping with pleasure when he began a slow slide and retreat motion. Almost immediately he began to move faster and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and urged him on.
“Fuck, butterfly,” he muttered, “I’m about to embarrass myself.”
She grinned at him before nipping at his thick neck and then using her tongue to trace the tattoo that covered it. “I won’t hold it against you.”
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
She squeezed her hand between their bodies and rubbed lightly at her swollen clit. It was still sensitive and she squeezed her inner muscles around Jax’s cock at the feel of her fingers. He groaned loudly and jerked against her.
“Shit, bad idea.” He stared at her. “Stop that, butterfly.”
She shook her head and licked his collarbone. “No way. It feels so good, Jax.”
She rubbed again at her clit as Jax slid in and out of her and squeezed him once more.
“I’m going to fucking come if you keep doing that, Melanie,” he grunted.
“Self-control is very important, Jax.”
“Mel, please,” he suddenly begged and the need in his deep voice brought on a powerful wave of lust deep inside of her.
She rubbed furiously at her clit as he thrust almost desperately in and out of her.
“You feel so good, Jax,” she panted into his ear. She wanted to make him lose control. She wanted to watch his face as he came inside of her and she bit the base of his neck, marking him as hers.
He bent his head and kissed her hard on the mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips just as her orgasm, unexpected and immensely satisfying, started through her. Her pussy squeezed around him as she moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, his back arching, and he threw his head back and made a short, hoarse howl of pleasure as he climaxed deep inside of her.
He collapsed against her, breathing harshly, and she stroked his damp back as he kissed the hollow of her throat.
“So good,” he murmured into her skin.
“Yes,” she panted.
He rolled off of her and disposed of the condom before turning her on her side and spooning her. She was sleepy but she forced her weary eyelids open. She shouldn’t stay the night with him. There was no point in –
As if he had read her mind, Jax mumbled, “Stay the night, butterfly.”
She hesitated and he pulled her more tightly against him. “Stay.”
“Alright,” she whispered.
He nuzzled the back of her neck affectionately before cupping her breast possessively. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
* * *
“Jules, you’re selling the house?” Mary gave her a look of surprise.
“I’m thinking about it,” Julie shifted on the couch as she stared around the room. “I hate everything here.”
“Yeah, but, you grew up in this house.”
“It doesn’t hold any good memories for me.”
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Mary replied. “Oh! You should totally buy a condo downtown. Live in one of those luxury high rises and experience everything the city has to offer.”
Julie laughed. “Mary, you know that isn’t me,”
“But it could be,” Mary said. “You’re just starting to discover who you really are. You might make some mistakes along the way but you’re richer than hell, you can afford to make mistakes.”
“I can’t live in a condo downtown, Mary. It isn’t my s
tyle and it definitely isn’t Court’s.”
“Are you and Court moving in together?” Mary asked.
Julie shrugged. “We haven’t talked about it but we spend every night together, either at his place or mine.”
“Yeah but, living together is a totally different thing, Jules.”
“How’s Mark doing?” Julie asked abruptly. “Court said he was out sick for a couple of days.”
“He has that bug that’s been going around. He’s on the mend though.”
“You’ve been dating him for a while now,” Julie said.
“He’s a good guy.”
“So is Court.”
Mary leaned forward. “Honey, I know he is. I just think you might be moving a little too fast. I’ve been dating Mark for the same amount of time you’ve been dating Court, and you don’t see us moving in together or declaring our love.”
Julie sighed. “Why is everyone so insistent that Court and I don’t love each other?”
“Because knowing someone’s sexual likes and dislikes isn’t love, Jules.” Mary said gently.
“I know more than that about Court,” Julie said hotly.
“Do you? What’s his favourite colour? Where did he grow up? How is he with money? Does he wants kids?” Mary asked.
Julie glared at her. “I thought you would be happy for me, Mary. Didn’t you say I needed to find Mr. Right? Well, I’ve found him.”
“I know you think you have, but, honey, he’s your first real boyfriend and he just got out of a bad relationship. Mark told me all about Janine. Court really loved her. He wanted to marry her and less than a year later he’s declaring his love for you. I don’t want you to be some sort of rebound for him.”
“Did Mark also tell you that Janine lied to him and cheated on him? Court and I have talked about Janine and I’m not worried, Mary. Court loves me and I love him and I’m sick to death of people insisting we can’t possibly be in love. Frankly, it’s none of your business!”
Mary blinked in surprise at her sudden anger before nodding. “You’re right, Jules. It isn’t any of my business and I apologize.”
“Thank you,” Julie said as Mary leaned forward and picked up the stack of papers on the coffee table.
“What are these?”
“Court printed them off for me. It’s information about the architectural design course.”
Mary leafed through them before glancing at Julie. “You’d have to move.”
“I know.”
“What does Court think of that?”
“He thinks I should do it.”
“Really?” Mary said thoughtfully. “That’s admirable of him. Not many men in a new relationship would be urging their girlfriend to move away from them.”
Julie didn’t reply and Mary set the papers on the table. “Honey, do you still want to be an architect?”
“I – I don’t know,” Julie said honestly. “I thought I did but the idea of moving away from Court makes me sick to my stomach.”
“You shouldn’t base your life on a guy, Jules,” Mary said gently.
“I know that,” Julie replied. “But I can’t help the way I feel.”
“I know. I guess you need to decide if this is the career you want. If it isn’t, what do you want?”
“Sometimes I think I just want to be a wife and a mom. Is that awful, Mary? Shouldn’t I want a career?”
Mary shook her head. “It isn’t awful. Besides, from what my sister says, being a mom is a full time career in itself.”
“I really don’t know what to do,” Julie confessed. “Court is really pushing me to apply for this course and I don’t want to disappoint him, you know?”
“I do, but you have to do what’s right for you, Jules, not what’s right for Court.”
“I don’t want to disappoint him,” Julie repeated. “He has so much faith in me and he’s so adamant that I would be good at this. Which, honestly, I don’t know if I would be. I mean, how would I even know?”
“I guess you wouldn’t unless you tried.”
“I guess,” Julie said. She stood and smiled at Mary, “C’mon, let’s have some lunch and you can tell me all about Mark. I feel like we haven’t had girl time in forever.”
She left the room and Mary, with a final glance at the papers on the table, followed her.
Chapter 9
“This is an important day, Jax.”
When Jax didn’t reply, Mr. Golden rapped sharply on his desk. “Jax!”
“Sorry, Mr. Golden.” Jax forced himself to pay attention as Jimmy frowned deeply. Christ, he needed to get it together. It had been nearly a week since he had seen Mel and his obsession with her was growing. He had thought that spending the night with her would have ended his obsession but fuck, he had never been more wrong about anything in his life. He supposed he should count himself lucky that he didn’t have her cell number or he’d be texting her like a lovesick puppy and begging for another round in the sack.
“Jax!”
He shook his head to clear it and gazed into Jimmy Golden’s disgruntled face. “Sorry¸ sir.”
“What is going on with you?” Jimmy asked.
“Nothing, sir.”
“Then get your head out of the clouds and back in the game.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jimmy tapped one finger on his desk. “I’m promoting you to lieutenant.”
Jax’s eyes widened and he stared in disbelief at Jimmy. The older man nodded.
“I’m not kidding.”
“Thank you, Mr. Golden.”
“You’re welcome. Hell, I should have promoted you the minute that fucker Chan sent me Johnson’s goddamn head in that cooler but I – well, you’re like a son to me, Jax, and I didn’t want you to end up the same way.”
Jax felt a small trickle of guilt run down his spine. He shook it off immediately. Now was not the time to start thinking that Golden was a nice guy. He might have saved his life as a teenager but Jax had paid that debt repeatedly. He didn’t owe Golden anything.”
Jimmy suddenly laughed. “You could kill a man with your bare hands and I’m worried that Chan will get to you.”
“I won’t let you down, sir,” Jax said solemnly.
“I know you won’t, son,” Jimmy replied. “I’m meeting with Mulroney tomorrow at two. I want you to be there.”
“Yes, sir.” He sat a moment longer as Jimmy studied the computer screen in front of him.
Jimmy glanced up and with an impatient wave, said, “You’re dismissed, Jax.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He left Jimmy’s office and headed into the club. He sat at the bar, nodding his thanks when the bartender, Rachel, set a whiskey in front of him, and sipped at it. He needed to inform Darvin that he’d been promoted. As soon as he was told the shipment drop location, he’d pass the information along and he’d finally be free of the controlling bastard.
He took another sip of whiskey, barely feeling the burn in his throat, before staring moodily at the top of the bar. If he was lucky in another month he’d be doing exactly what the FBI agent had promised – lying on a warm beach where no one had ever heard of Jax Anderson or Jimmy Golden.
What about Mel?
He shoved that voice out of his head. What about her? They had slept together once and neither of them wanted anything more.
Are you sure about that?
Positive. He didn’t date. Giving Jimmy Golden any type of leverage over you was a very bad idea, he had seen it numerous times over the years. Mulroney’s wife was missing the pinkie on her right hand because Mulroney had fucked up. He had decided years ago that he wouldn’t give Golden that type of power over him and he’d never wavered from that.
Sleeping with her one more time wouldn’t be dangerous, his mind whispered persuasively. Golden would never suspect that you and a woman like Melanie Thomas would ever be sleeping together. She’s about as far from your type as you can get.
That was very true but the thought of Golden h
urting Mel made his stomach twist and, for the first time in years, a trickle of fear slithered down his spine. He wouldn’t let Mel be tormented or used as some kind of pawn by Golden. The best thing to do was to stay as far away from Melanie Thomas as he possibly could.
“Jesus, Jax, who died?”
Cal sat down next to him, adjusting his tie, before clapping Jax on the back.
“Hey, Cal.” Jax swallowed the last of his whiskey and put his hand over the glass when Rachel appeared with a bottle. She gave him a slow and seductive smile and he stared evenly at her until she flushed and moved away. The woman had been trying to seduce him since she started three months ago but he had no interest in her. She hadn’t yet realized what a bad idea it was to sleep with anyone in Golden’s employment.
“You tapping that?” Cal asked.
Jax shook his head and Cal grinned at him. “Why not? She’s looking at you like you’re a piece of candy.”
“She’s not my type and she works for Golden. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Fair enough,” Cal shrugged. “I, on the other hand, don’t have a problem with it.”
He winked at Rachel, who had moved to the far end of the bar, and she rolled her eyes before turning her back to them.
“I feel like Rachel may not be receptive to your charm, Calvin,” Jax said.
“Not yet but I’ll win her over,” Cal said. “Seriously though, is everything okay? You looked like you were about a million miles away when I sat down.”
For one brief moment, Jax pictured himself telling Cal that he was obsessed with his sister. That he had taken her to his bed and now couldn’t stop thinking about her. He dismissed the ridiculous idea immediately. Mel had specifically asked him not to tell Cal and he wouldn’t disappoint her. Besides, Cal was a good guy but if he was in his place, he sure as hell wouldn’t want to hear some guy talking about fucking his baby sister.
Jimmy had asked him to win Cal’s trust, to become friends with him, and the ironic thing was he actually did like Cal. They had gone to a baseball game two nights ago and he had been surprised at how much he enjoyed it. Cal was a talker and Jax had subtly encouraged the family stories. It was pathetic but he wanted to know more about Melanie.