by Grey, Helen
My right hand, lying between us shifted slightly and I felt his cock harden with desire. I felt an overwhelming urge to reaffirm my life and survival. I rubbed my hand up and down against his dick several times until I elicited a low moan from his throat. Before he could stop me, I sat up, and his arms dropped along my thighs, each one settling on a knee. Without saying anything, I straddled him. He scooted over so that he lay in the middle of the cot.
We stared at each other for a moment, my gaze taking in every distinct feature of his face. I didn’t know how this was all going to end, but at this moment, my heart overflowed with affection for him. He had risked his life to save me, but it was more than that. Since the first moment I laid eyes on Jax Andrews, I had started losing a little piece of my heart to him.
At this moment, I didn’t care if he reciprocated. It didn’t matter. All that mattered to me right now was that I could show him at least a modicum of the gratitude I felt for him saving me.
Balancing my weight on my forearms, I kissed him, taking control, leading the way. He seemed more than willing to allow it. My lips caressed his for several moments, my blood racing through my veins, the tingling of desire erupting throughout my body. It was hard to believe I could feel sexual tension after such a life-threatening experience, but every sensation in my body seemed to be heightened, on an exquisite level of desire that demanded completion.
His hands still braced against my thighs, my tongue intruded between his lips and began tangling with his. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my hips straddling his groin. I felt his heart pounding beneath mine. Finally, I pulled my lips from his, stared down at him a moment, and then brushed my lips along his jaw line until I reached his ear. I nibbled at his ear lobe and then my tongue traced a trail down the length of his neck.
I sat upright, my pussy pressed up against his erection, still trapped by his pants, but I didn’t reach for it. Not yet. I slid my hands up underneath his shirt and caressed the solid mass of muscles along his ribs until my fingers found his nipples. They hardened beneath my touch. I pushed his shirt up, leaned down, and lathed each of them with my tongue, and then suckled them as he had done to mine. To my intense surprise, he groaned and his hips thrust upward.
I teased him for several moments, wishing more than ever that his own hands would move to my breasts, but they remained firmly planted on my knees. I sat upright again, and then, slowly and carefully, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts were now bared to his full view.
With his hands still on my hips, I once again leaned down, positioning myself so that my left breast hovered just over his mouth. He obliged and I arched my neck, throwing my head back at the ecstasy his tongue sent through me as he took my entire nipple and areola into his mouth, suckling, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hips began to grind against his, and in a matter of seconds I was wet, throbbing, and heavy with desire.
Finally, I allowed myself to pull my breast from his mouth. I began to slither slowly downward, my tongue tracing a trail down the center of his chest, and then his upper abdomen. His abdominal muscles tightened, then relaxed as my tongue followed a trail down toward his belly button. His hands stroked up my thighs and finally left my hips as he worked the buttons of his cargo pants. Such a gentleman, I thought. He knew it would be difficult for me to work the buttons with my injured wrists, so he was making it easier on me.
I smiled as he shoved his pants down as far as he could. His cock bounced free, escaping the confines of his pants and nestled against my breasts. I had never felt such exquisite power and sensation, even in the previous sexual encounters we had enjoyed. I continued to scoot down over his legs until both my breasts had trapped his cock in between them. Gently, I rubbed my breasts against his dick and, very carefully, shifted my weight onto my right forearm and elbow while my left hand reached between his thighs to grasp his balls.
The sigh I elicited from him gave me an incredible sense of power and pleasure. He was now at my mercy, and I was going to take full advantage. His hands settled on my shoulders, one of them slowly inching downward to caress my breast. As his fingers twiddled with my nipple, I encouraged him to spread his legs apart. He did so, giving me access to everything.
My lips found his balls and my tongue lapped and suckled their surface. They grew incredibly firm, and as I replaced my tongue with my hand, rolling the firm balls in my palm, I stroked the length of my tongue up from the base of his cock to the very tip. It was engorged, almost purple, its head glistening with desire.
My pussy was throbbing, aching for release, but I tried not to think about me. I took him into my mouth, as deep as I could, and then curled my tongue around his shaft, trying to reach every centimeter of its surface. I lifted my head until he was almost out of my mouth, and then I wrapped my lips and my tongue around his shaft, stroked all the way down to the base, and then back up again. He made a low, growling sound in his throat.
I shifted my position, making sure that my breasts and my hard nipples rubbed against his thigh as I pleasured his gorgeous cock with my tongue. He made another noise low in his throat. His hand couldn’t reach down to my pussy, so I wrapped my leg around his, centering my pussy so that it rubbed against his leg, just above the knee.
He groaned again.
I knew why.
I was so wet he surely felt my desire. I took him into my mouth again, sucking hard, and then pausing to swirl my tongue around the tip of his head, and then sucking again. I pumped my pussy against his leg a couple of times. In the next instant, he was grabbing my waist, urging me upward.
I was so hot with desire I could hardly stand it. I felt as if I would cum without him even touching me, but before I knew it, I was positioned over his very erect and throbbing cock. I thrust myself onto him. Hard. I began to pump faster and faster as my lips returned to his own. My tongue surged into and out of his mouth in tempo with my pussy encasing his cock. His fingers twisted, rolled, and tweaked my nipples, and then, as I felt his climax rippling upward, he suddenly lifted me up and off of him.
I understood and immediately grasped his penis with my hand as I half sat beside him, pumping, urging him to cum. Then, beneath my fingers, and as firmly as I was holding his cock, I felt the muscular contractions. I watched as hot, milky liquid squirted from his head onto his abdomen.
I had never watched a guy cum before, but found it extremely titillating. Before I could move, Jax had shifted his position onto his side and flipped me onto my back. He positioned himself in between my legs and then gently spread them apart, my knees bent. I watched as his head dipped ever closer to my pussy. My lower lips reached out for him, waiting for his exquisite touch. Then, I felt the warmth of his lips and tongue sweeping up along my wet slit, and then wrapping around my clitoris.
Oh my God, I thought, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I spread my legs even further apart, as if in doing so could bring him closer. His tongue worked magic, licking, flicking, sucking, stroking. Then I felt a tightening, my own climax building. Moments later, I grasped his head as he brought me to the most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever felt in my life.
He continued to lick, suckle, and stroke with his tongue until the blinding white flashes of ecstasy and the contractions in my pussy finally began to ebb. Then, slowly, he slithered up between my legs and lay on top of me, his arms bracing his weight.
I stared up at him, my eyes wide, and my heart still pounding. I felt the pulse throbbing through the vein in my neck. “Jax… Jax, I—” I wanted to tell him I loved him, wanted to tell him what I felt about him, but I was afraid.
The thought of rejection humbled me.
Then again, why wait?
Today had proven to me that life was short; that one never knew when the end would come. Why waste time? Did it really matter how he felt about me? Wasn’t it enough for me to let him know how I felt about him? No strings attached? No expectations?
“Angie,” he said, his voice soft
and low.
I stared up at him, searching his eyes. Was he going to tell me it was over? Or, oh no! Had I hurt him? For the first time, I remembered his back. I was no better than Stephanie! My eyes widened. It was as if he could read my thoughts.
“I’m fine, Angie,” he said. “But there is something you need to know.”
I stared up at him, trying to imagine the worst. This was it.
“When Khalil and his men kidnapped you and you called me on the phone… I’ve never been so scared in my life.”
Jax, scared? It didn’t compute.
“The thought of them hurting you… of never seeing you again... it took me by surprise.”
I said nothing, waiting for him. He had to get it out, whatever it was.
“Angie, I’ve come to realize that I’ve fallen in love with you.”
I stared up at him in disbelief. My mouth dropped open. Then, the emotions gushed out. “Jax... I think I fell for you the moment you opened your door to me.”
Then, his lips settled on mine, and his weight was settled comfortably over me. I don’t think I had ever felt so sheltered or protected in my life.
I don’t know how long we lay there; it could have been minutes or hours. Time stood still. I know it sounds corny, but that’s how I felt. By the time Jax shifted his weight and rolled onto his side, I grumbled a protest in my throat. His hand caressed my shoulder, cupped my breast, playfully tweaked my nipple, and then roamed down my rib cage, along my hips, and then up between my thighs. His warm palm cupped my pussy and I looked at him.
“You ready for round two?” he asked with a grin.
I was just about to answer when two sharp knocks came at the door. My heart immediately began pounding and I cast a fearful glance toward it.
“It’s all right, it’s Michael.” Swearing under his breath, Jax quickly left the cot, yanking up his pants and buttoning them as he strode to the door. His shirt dropped back into place. He cracked it open and then, glancing quickly over his shoulder at me, gestured for me to wait. He disappeared out the door.
I quickly scrambled off of the cot and got dressed. Then, I walked toward the small counter and look for the fixings for coffee. My thoughts were all jumbled up.
Jax loved me?
I loved Jax, I knew that.
Were these feelings just the intense feelings of survival, the desire to feel alive? The aftermath of incredible adrenaline surges? Did he mean it? Could he? I knew how I felt. I had never felt this way about a guy before, but one thing I knew. No matter what happened from this day forward, I knew I would always love Jax.
The door opened and I spun around, still a little jittery from the events of yesterday.
“Sorry,” Jax said. He noticed that I had gotten dressed and nodded toward the counter. “Making coffee?”
I nodded and then watched as Jax entered the room, followed by Jakob, Michael, and another man, almost as large as Jakob, but one I didn’t know.
“Angie, this is Zack.”
I glanced up at Zack. He looked just as rough-and-tumble as Jax, Michael and Jakob. A splash of dried blood clung to the hairline just above his right temple. “Are you hurt?” I stepped closer to examine it.
Jax lifted a hand. “He’s okay, Angie,” he said. He cast a glance at Zack. “She’s a nurse,” he said, as if that explained everything.
Zack smiled down at me. “I’m fine, just a little scratch.”
An awkward silence filled the room and with the can of coffee held in one hand and a measuring cup in the other, I glanced between Jax and the others. My heart sank. “Okay, what’s going on now? What happened?”
“Angie,” Jax said. “The boys and I have a few things to wrap up. You can’t stay here alone. Zack here is going to take you to a new location—”
I began to protest. “But—”
“But nothing,” Jax interrupted. “The cabin may have been compromised—”
I frowned in confusion. “But I thought you got them all yesterday—”
Zack spoke up. “There’s no such thing as getting them all, Angie,” he explained gently. “There’s always more to take their place. Their network is incredibly complex and compartmentalized. The fact is, we can’t take any chances with your safety. I’ll take you to another location and stay there with you until Jax returns.”
I glanced at Jax. He stared at me and then offered a nod. Was this it? Where was he going? I quickly glanced at Michael and Jakob, and they stared back at me, their expressions blank. I supposed that they were quite used to this, but I wasn’t. I looked back at Jax. “But your back—”
“My back is fine, Angie. Really.” He glanced at the others and gestured with his chin. “We have to go, but I’ll be back.”
He stepped toward me, and ignoring the others, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, right in front of them. My heart pounded with dread. Was this a goodbye? I didn’t know. Just then, I got a true inkling of what Stephanie might have felt every time Jax left. Would I ever see him again?
He leaned his head down, his lips brushing up against my ear. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you?” he whispered.
I stared up at him and knew without a doubt that I would. I would always wait for him.
The End
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The "Serving the Soldier" Series
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Chapter 3
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