WILD ZONE, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel

by Skye Jordan

  But even with his mind hazed, her excuse for hiding her identity didn’t completely ring true. He was more apt to believe her comment on the plane about his ability to damage her reputation. His own family had shied away from claiming him at numerous Hollywood events when he’d shown up in anything less than Armani, including the Taurus World Stunt Awards. His first movie where his company ran every stunt, nominated in four categories, and only his father and oldest brother had shown. Then they hadn’t sat in the seats he’d had reserved for them—next to him up front.

  A familiar hollow shadowed his excitement. He’d like to believe that painful memory had come out of the ether, but the thought of her comment on the plane had been the prompt.

  Not something he wanted to think about or face right now.

  Jax winced as Lexi pulled her nails from his forearm. That would leave a mark. Five of them, actually.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t realize…”

  “I’m fine.” Though he was still dizzy from the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through his blood.

  She turned in his arms, pressed the front of her body against his, and Jax lost every thread of control he’d gained. All that softness, all those curves. Good God in heaven…

  “Lexi,” he groaned, his hands at her waist.

  She combed her fingers through his hair, let them slide over his forehead, his closed eyelids, his cheeks. “What color are your eyes?”

  “I don’t know,” he muttered.

  He felt stupid assigning his eyes a color. No one had ever asked him that before. The women he dated knew everything about him. At least everything they’d memorized from the Internet or what friends told them.

  She laughed, the sound light, happy, and Jax found himself smiling. “You don’t know the color of your own eyes?”

  “They’re…brown-green-something-boring.”

  “Hazel?” she asked, a smile lifting her voice. “Are you too hot to say hazel?”

  “No, I’m too stupid. Are yours blue?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She cupped his face, found his lips with her thumbs, and pulled his head down. Her mouth was soft, hot. Delicious. The way she slid her tongue between his lips made him moan and tighten his hands on her waist. He pulled away. “Lex, honey, you’re not making a day on horseback look any easier.” God, he didn’t want to leave. “Baby, I gotta go.”

  “I know.” Something in her voice changed, deepened. She pressed her hands against his chest and walked him backward, toward the sofa. “But I’m not sending you out to ride horses all day with a hard-on like that.”

  His thighs hit the arm of the sofa, and she grabbed his belt. His adrenaline kicked up again. Heat burst low in his belly. He covered her hands with his, but that didn’t keep her from getting his pants undone quicker than he could.

  “Lexi, I’m sorry, baby, I don’t have time to fuck you—” Her hand slid into his underwear, and Jax sucked air. The flesh-on-flesh contact shot electricity to the base of his spine. He gripped her arms, more to steady himself than to pull them away. “Ah, shit.”

  “You’re not going to fuck me. I’m going to fuck you.” She pushed his jeans and underwear low enough to pull his cock into her hands. “With my mouth.”

  She dropped to her knees. Excitement surged through Jax. He didn’t always enjoy the sight. For him, it depended on the woman. Depended on the reason she was on her knees. The real reason. Because sucking him was ultimately just a means to an end—a nonsexual end.

  But even in the dark, even only able to see Lexi’s silhouette, his chest hitched at the sight. His gut clenched in anticipation.

  She slid one hand up his belly, scratched her nails back down to the base of his cock. His shaft twitched. His balls swelled. She caressed his length in her hands. Jax fisted his hands in the sofa’s plush fabric at his hips. She licked his tip, and heat shot down his cock, exploded in his pelvis. Jax gritted his teeth.

  “And since you’re short on time,” she said, “I’ll just follow your lead and make this hard and fast. I’ll have all night to suck you off slowly and enjoy every second of it. No rushing. Right?”

  She held his cock with one hand; the other gripped his thigh through his jeans. Her words were still sinking in, the meaning not fully registering in his clouded brain when her mouth closed over the head of his cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Lexi—”

  She slid his entire length into her mouth. His head pushed into her tight throat, and a blast of ecstasy exploded through his shaft, pounded his balls, and ricocheted through his ass. The muscles of Jax’s back clenched. His head dropped back. She prolonged the thrill by circling her tongue around his length and sucking him all the way out. His entire body shuddered.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, head light, legs shaking.

  She laughed, low and sexy. “Hold on, handsome. The ride starts here.”

  This time when she took him in, her mouth was strong—lips hungry, tongue insistent, suction that made Jax dig his fingers into the sofa. He couldn’t control the sounds that came out of his throat, more animal than human.

  When she’d sucked him from her mouth and circled his head with her tongue, Jax forced a hand from the sofa and combed a hand into her hair. It was so soft. So silky. It felt good between his fingers. Lexi slid her tongue down the underside of his cock, and need expanded in Jax’s belly. Rose along his spine.

  “Baby…” he growled. And couldn’t get anything else out when her tongue stroked his sack.

  He fisted the hand in her hair, and Lexi moaned in pleasure.The sound shivered over his balls and into the base of his cock like a vibrator.

  “Lexi, shit…”

  She smiled. He felt the curve of her mouth against his cock. As her tongue slid over his length again, both her hands roamed up and under his T-shirt. Hot fingers traced his muscles, found his nipples, brushed. His skin tightened. Body trembled.

  “You’re trying to make me late.”

  “Not exactly trying…” she murmured, pleasure softening her voice. “You’re just so…delicious. And I am going to lick every inch of you tonight. But you’re right. I need to stay focused.”

  She dragged her hands back down his chest, his belly, her palms leaving a hot trail. Then she took his hand still on the sofa and pulled it to her head so he held her with both. “Touch me.”

  He’d slipped to a slouched seat on the arm of the sofa. She shouldered his legs wider, pressed her arms to his thighs, and took his length in her hands. Jax spread his fingers and combed them through her hair, pulling it off her face.

  The feel of her hot mouth sliding over him made Jax’s mouth drop open, his eyes squeeze closed, a deep moan roll from his chest. There wasn’t any such thing as a bad blowjob, but the really, really good ones weren’t all that common either. To get a really mind-blowing mouth fuck, a woman had to love doing it. Had to get turned on by doing it. Had to want to suck a guy as much as the guy wanted to get sucked. And seeing as men would rather get sucked than eat, it was a rare quality in a woman.

  Lexi clearly had that quality. She was relentless. Creative. Generous.

  He had to admit, the lack of light heightened every other sensation—her scent, her every touch, every sound she made. It was hot in a way Jax had never experienced. Intense in the way it created an extreme intimacy with a complete stranger. But this was one place he wanted lights. Blazing lights. He wanted to watch every move of her fingers, her tongue, her lips over him. He wanted to watch his cock slide between her lips. He wanted her looking into his eyes when she took him deep into her mouth. Like now.

  The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. The shocking pleasure froze the air in Jax’s lungs. God it had been a long fucking time since he’d been given a thrill like this. Lexi picked up on his pleasure and exploited it. She opened her throat and took him in. The tight, rigid channel squeezed his head, and excitement shot into his shaft, spread deep into his balls.

  “Fuck, yeah.” J
ax groaned the words, sensation building deep at his core. “Baby, that’s so incredible.”

  His hands fisted in her hair. He tried to be gentle, but he was nearly out of his mind. He couldn’t keep himself from pulling her in, pushing his hips forward. Just to feel that perfect stricture pump him. Just once. Or twice.

  Stop. Stop. Stop.

  He forced himself to pull back. He was going to choke the poor girl, and he’d never see her again. Jax was still trying to get himself back under control when Lexi’s nails dug into his hips, pulling against his hold. He immediately let go, a zing of fear heating his chest.

  “Sorry…sorry…” He panted. “Sorry, Lex. I didn’t—”

  Her fingers covered his mouth. “Let me suck you off.” Her voice was soft but low, thick with desire. “I can and I want to.”

  His brain was spinning. His body shaking with the need to explode. He turned and sucked her fingers into his mouth. “Lexi,” he murmured, “you don’t have—”

  She pulled her hand from his mouth, reached up, and took his head in both hands.

  When her mouth closed over his, he froze in a second of surprise. Her tongue swept in and demanded response. Jax’s brain went right back into the clouds. She tasted musky from loving him, pleasing him. His chest tightened with a sensation completely different from what spilled through his body. One that was going to cause trouble for him. He knew.

  She pulled back. “I love the feel of your cock in my throat. I love feeling you moving me the way you like it.”

  This was a fantasy. It couldn’t be real. She was just too hot.

  She kissed his lips, whispered, “I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

  His cock surged. A wicked need consumed him. “Lexi…”

  “I want to taste you.”

  He grasped handfuls of her hair. Pulled her forehead to his. “You’re a fantasy.”

  “Let’s finish it off right, then.” Her hands slid into his hair, down his neck, and she whispered, “Say yes.”

  He didn’t have to think about it. “Yes.”

  She kissed him again. Long, slow, sweet. Lovingly. She kissed him like he hadn’t been kissed in years.

  Then she eased back on her heels and took him into her mouth again. Jax was already shaking when she opened her throat and took him in.

  “Ah, God, Lex…”

  She kept her mouth loose around his cock, and all the sensation focused on the squeeze and thrust of his head. Lexi varied the speed. The depth. Seemed to sense when she’d brought him to the edge of release, then backed off, sucking his length from her mouth. Until he thought he’d go insane.

  He gritted his teeth and growled her name. “Lexi.”

  She licked his head, the feathery touch ridiculously tantalizing as a contrast to the abusive strength of her throat. “Maybe you should show me how you like it.”

  Dark innuendo lilted her voice. Jax’s mind tilted. His hands fisted her hair. She gasped. Her hands slid around his hips, dug beneath the edge of his jeans, her nails scraping his skin.

  She took him back into her mouth, and Jax pulled her close, driving his cock straight into her throat. A surprised sound bubbled from her chest. He held her steady, his head against her closed throat. Reflexive, he was sure. He hadn’t given her a chance to adjust. Gently, he moved his hips, rocking his cock against the tightness of her throat.

  “Open, baby,” he said, his voice darker than he’d ever heard it. Realized he liked it. Liked the way she made him feel so…alive. So…dark. So…okay to be dark. “Take me in.”

  Her throat slowly released with each nudge of his cock until she was open and oh…so…perfect.

  His grip loosened in pleasure, and Lexi moved with him, syncing with his thrusts until he was deeper than he’d ever been, the sensation like nothing he’d ever known, ever imagined. The sounds she made acted as both a vibrator to his cock and a stimulant to this new sexual shadow.

  He was going to explode. He hadn’t come in a woman’s mouth in a long time. Damn fucking long time. He couldn’t think about why this seemed so important to him. Could only feed the need to get closer to her.

  He bent at the waist until he pressed his face to her head, held her head between his legs. Completely sexual, yet…somehow it felt like more.

  “Lex,” he scraped out, fisting her hair. He wanted to give her a chance to change her mind. This was intense. Was going to get more intense. “I’m gonna come.”

  The sound she made in her throat was so deep, so filled with lust it shattered over him. Before he could come on his own, Lexi swallowed. Her throat closed on his cock in a slow, rolling motion that shot him out of his skin.

  “Jesus Christ…”

  The orgasm blasted his body with fire and pressure. All Jax’s muscles constricted, and he let go, gave himself over to it. Lexi’s throat continued to close and compress and rock around his cock as she swallowed again and again. Continuing to suck and tongue him through the breaking waves of sensation.

  The pleasure rode up his chest, out his limbs. Cleared his mind of everything. Jax’s hands fell from her hair; he leaned sideways against the back of the sofa. Lexi gentled her mouth as the orgasm eased. But kept loving him, holding him in one hand, pressing gentle kisses to his length.

  If that wasn’t sweet, he didn’t know what was.

  As the last shivers skittered through his body, Jax groaned and dropped his head to the side, against the back of the sofa. His chest continued to heave with quick, heavy breaths, heart hammering. He coughed, and the resulting spasm knocked him backward off the arm of the sofa. He landed on the cushions on his back, knees hanging over the arm. His jeans tugged lower on his hips.

  “Shit.” Hell, that was smooth. Good thing the lights were out.

  Lexi started laughing. The giggle turned into a full belly laugh as she gripped his knees from the other side of the furniture. “Are you okay?”

  Jax’s chest swelled with a sweet emotion he didn’t recognize. He used the last of his strength to curl up, grab her arms, and drag her down on top of him. Her squeal only pushed his happiness deeper.

  “Think that’s funny, huh?” Her weight, her heat, her curves all felt delicious. He wrapped her in his arms, nuzzled her neck, and opened his mouth against her skin.

  “Jax.” She groaned his name. “You have to go to work, remember?”

  He hummed against her skin, moved his mouth lower.

  “I’m already hot from sucking you.” Her hands fisted in his T-shirt. “Don’t make me call your boss and tell him you can’t come in because I fucked you blind.”

  Laughter rolled from his chest and exploded against her neck.

  She giggled and pushed away. “That tickles.”

  He grabbed her back, his hands seeking other ticklish spots.

  She squirmed and squealed. “Jax, stop!”

  “Hell.” He wrapped her tight in his arms again, and she relaxed against him. “You’re too damn much fun.”

  She sighed. Lay against him another decadent moment. Her hand stroked the bare skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up. “I better let you go.”

  “See you tonight?” He brushed her hair off her forehead. “I didn’t scare you off?”

  A low, sexy laugh sounded in her throat. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Don’t laugh like that. I’m getting hard again.”

  Another moment passed.

  Another sigh.

  “I should let you go,” she murmured again.

  “Yeah.”

  Neither of them moved.

  And Jax couldn’t stop smiling.

  She took a slow breath, held it a second. “Jax?”

  Dread pierced his cloud nine. His smile dropped. His throat tightened. This was that moment. That fucking moment—after sex, after a woman had given him what he wanted, or what they thought he wanted and that too sweet “Jax?” came. Followed by a request.

  “Can you introduce me to producer x, director y, casting director z?”r />
  “Can you invest in my latest indie movie?”

  “Can I be your date to the Oscars this year?”

  Or the latest: “Can I drive a stunt car in this Bond movie?”

  He lifted a hand from her body to rub his eyes and readied himself before asking, “Yeah?”

  “Do you want me to get your clothes cleaned? That coffee will stain and smell terrible after sitting all day. I have time before my meeting.”

  He rested his hand on his forehead, stomach clenched, still waiting for the punch.

  But nothing came.

  Her head moved on his chest. The hand on his arm shook. “Hey, don’t fall asleep. You’ve got to get your ass on a horse and wield a sword.”

  He laughed again. He hadn’t laughed this much with a woman in forever.

  She pushed up and rolled off him, getting to her feet. The absence of her weight left him craving it again. He groped for her in the dark. Caught her arm and tugged her close. Felt for her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

  “Thanks,” he murmured against her lips, “but I called the desk. They’re going to take care of it.”

  “Okay.” She kissed him again and straightened. “Have fun today. Don’t cut off anyone’s head. And…don’t hurt yourself doing…whatever you do. I have plans for you.”

  He smiled. Held on to her hand, reluctant to let go. “God, you’re cute.”

  “Cute. Sweet. Hmm…”

  “And you’ve got the mouth of a goddess. That’s the best I’ve ever had, Lex. Seriously.”

  “You’ve got the best cock I’ve ever sucked. Seriously.” She squeezed his hand. “I’m leaving now.”

  He pulled her back in, put a hand to her face, and whispered, “Knock that big designer on her—or his—ass today.”

  “Thanks.” She kissed him one more time before she straightened and adjusted her clothes. Then slipped out of his room.

  Jax struggled to see more of her as she opened the door. But with the light coming from the hall, he couldn’t catch sight of anything more than when she’d come in—a killer silhouette and the gleam of blonde hair.

  And, hell, it couldn’t have mattered less.