“That’s it, so good,” I murmured as her orgasm crested, then subsided. She rested her head on my shoulder, sighing against me.
Rosy, shy, she shook her head. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I want to make you cum every day of the rest of your life.” I held her to me, not caring how intense that sounded, how quickly I’d level jumped with her. I’d felt that way for a long time. It was time to say it out loud. She shivered and swallowed, looking up at me with a tear forming in her wide eyes.
“Jax.” Her voice sounded hoarse with emotion. I kissed her, my hand at the back of her neck, caressing her hair.
“OK, you two. Time to follow me.” A massive guy with a leather vest and an eye patch towered over our booth. I was glad he hadn’t arrived a minute earlier. Swiftly, under the table, I helped Sky adjust her skirt, then slid her to the inside of the booth. I stood up first, blocking the modern day pirate’s view as Sky rose and straightened herself out some more.
We followed him down a dark hallway and into a small back room with a couch and two chairs, perfect for back room deals. A big, grizzled guy with some gray in his beard sat in an armchair. From the flinty way he looked at us, plus the way his bodyguard stood right behind him at all times, I knew he was the president.
“Have a seat.” He motioned to the couch. We both sat down, my arm stretched around Sky, letting her know I had her back at all times.
“Zeke has told me about an interesting opportunity,” he began, crafty and cagey. He recapped what he knew, clearly having been briefed on every conversation I’d had with a Reaper over the past 24 hours. I’d let them know we could lead them to Griller, details TBD. But I had yet to tell them what we wanted in return.
“I can tell you’re a smart guy,” the Prez said to me. I listened, impartial, not letting it go to my head. With a guy like him, he wasn’t just making a compliment. He was laying groundwork. “Let’s say we can take him out. What makes you think it won’t start a war?”
I’d thought about that question, and I had my answer. “Because Griller’s more trouble than good for the Skulls.” He watched me, waiting. “I’m sure you have a Griller in your club,” I continued. “A guy who does the dirty work and does it well. A little too well. Guys like that, they’re loose cannons. They’re only good until they aim the wrong way. And that day comes.”
“So you’re telling me they’ll let him go?” He arched an eyebrow as he rolled himself a cigarette. He didn’t necessarily sound incredulous, just not convinced.
“Griller’s a liability. He’s a hothead. He can’t be controlled. They’ll let him go.”
He sat back, licking the paper on his cigarette. Then he gestured over to the door to the giant who’d led us over. “You know how he got his eyepatch? Griller took it out. With a spoon.”
I felt Sky shiver against me and I squeezed my arm around her. She’d spent the last four years with a fucking monster.
He leveled his gaze at Sky, then at me. “What’s in it for the two of you? You running off like Romeo and Juliet?”
“Yup.” I stared right back, and I didn’t even have to fake it. It was what I wanted. “Only neither of us wants to end up dead. If we get you Griller, here’s what we want in return.” I leaned forward, making sure he understood that I meant what I said. “We weren’t involved. No Skull will ever know we gave up Griller.”
He nodded, lighting up his cigarette. “You were never here.”
“That’s right.”
He puffed and blew out smoke. “Gonna take some doing.”
I nodded. No need to sugar coat it. None of the logistics had been worked out. But it was how the deal would have to go down.
“We get Griller. You get your freedom.” He outlined the deal.
“That’s it.”
He nodded, then stretched out his hand to shake mine. “You got my word. Come through on your end, I’ll come through on mine.”
He stood up, a lean rangy man. Looking at Sky, he mused, “Don’t know how you made it out alive, married to a piece of shit like Griller.” He gave that grizzled smile again, having amused himself. “And I say that as one sick old fuck myself.”
He headed to the door flanked by his bodyguard, and we started to rise as well. “You two sit tight. I want to talk more about all this with you.” He gave me a nod. “I’ve got to go take care of something. You make yourselves comfortable.” He motioned at his bodyguard. “I’ll be sure this guy knocks first when he comes to get you.” He chuckled to himself again, then left.
I gathered Sky into my arms, pulling her onto my lap. This all had to be so hard on her, hearing about what Griller had done, knowing how high the stakes were, how much was getting agreed on to go down. I was prepared to just hold her, let her cry if she needed to. But that didn’t seem to interest her at the moment.
Hands up on my shoulders, she straddled my thigh, grinding on it as she kissed me, urgent, fevered. I kissed her back, surprised but more than happy to go that way instead. She pulled up my shirt, kissing my chest, clawing at me and moaning as I pulled down her top, freeing her breasts. I brought her up against me so I could feast on her, licking her soft, creamy mounds, sucking on her nipples as she moaned.
Her hand found the bulge in my jeans, traveling the length of my cock pressing into my zipper. I groaned as she undid the button, pulled down the fly, and reached her hand down, her warm fingers closing around my shaft. I’d fantasized about having her on me, ready to go, as worked up as me on so many nights. Turned out, reality was even better.
As she began to stroke, I closed my eyes, tilting my head back, losing myself to the rhythm and heat of her hand. When I opened them again, she’d shifted position. She got off my knee and got down on hers, right between my legs.
“Sky.” I caressed her hair as she licked her lips, eyeing my cock like it made her drool, like she’d been wanting to lick it as much as I’d been craving the exact same thing. But I wanted her to know, she didn’t have to do it. Some girls thought of going down on a man as a chore, and I didn’t want her feeling like she had to satisfy me just because I’d gotten her off in the other room. “You know you don’t have to.”
“You don’t want this?” She wrapped her hand around my length and stroked. She looked up at me, her mouth so close to my crown, her tongue ready to give it a lick.
“I didn’t say that,” I answered hoarsely. My hands gripped the couch, fisting the poor cushions. I didn’t want to lose it and wrap my palm around her head, forcing her mouth down on me to suck me down deep. But I could imagine how good that would feel.
“What if I want it?” She reached out and gave my cock a long, slow lick like it was a delicious treat. “Mmm.” Taking her tongue and moving it slow, she circled my head, savoring it, sucking it and groaning with pleasure.
“Jesus.” I tipped my head back, eyes closed for a moment. I loved looking at her kneeling between my legs, mouth open and wet around my crown. But I needed a second.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she moaned, licking and sucking me further into her mouth. I had to be making it up, the strong drinks going right to my head. But I knew I wasn’t fantasizing, because even my fantasies hadn’t felt this hot, this right. She took me in, inch by inch, sucking me down her throat. She licked around my tip, touching the sensitive underside, playing with it, giving me a smile before taking it all down again.
“Sky,” I groaned, breathing hard, feeling like I was going to cum any second. I brought my hand to her head, caressing her hair, trying to be gentle but I felt like I was going to explode. “I’m going to cum.”
“Yes,” she purred, looking up into my eyes as she deliberately took me deep down her throat, showing me exactly where she wanted it. I couldn’t help it, her look of desire, her ready, willing tongue sucking and stroking, I thrust into her. Her eyes went wide as I filled her mouth, clutching her hair in my fist.
I groaned low, cumming down her throat, holding her face to my cock as she d
rank it down eagerly. Sucking, milking every drop, she wanted everything I had to give. I kept on giving, bucking into her mouth, cumming what felt like buckets into her hot, needy mouth.
Finally spent, I sank back onto the couch, hand up to my head. “What the hell?” I barely knew what had just hit me. Sky, so sweet, my pie-baking, care-taking, kind-to-the-elderly crush had just given me the best blow job of my life. She’d been so into it, moaning and sucking me like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d gotten turned on by getting me off.
“C’mere,” I managed, gesturing for her to come up onto my lap. She scrambled up, complying happily, snuggling against my chest. “That was amazing.”
I felt her smile, heard it in her voice when she told me, “I loved it.”
“You did, huh?” Had I died and gone to heaven? Was there a chance she was as eager to get down and dirty with me as I was with her?
“You taste so good.” She ran her hand along my chest, kissed me on my throat. “You feel so good.”
Her nipples stood out hard in her skimpy, braless top. So erotic, she almost looked pornographic sitting there on my lap, her large breasts straining against the thin, stretchy fabric. I reached up and caressed, stroked. She shivered, straining into my hand, wanting more.
That mini skirt of hers barely covered anything, and it rode way up as she sat on me. I rested my other hand along her thigh, tracing my fingers along her silky skin. “Slip off your panties for me,” I whispered.
With a shy, flirtatious look into my eyes, she started shimmying them off her hips. Down they went, past her ankles, onto the floor where they belonged. She giggled, suddenly self-conscious as she wriggled back into my lap, her legs clasped together.
Hand at the back of her neck, I held her, stroking her, letting her know I had her. I’d keep her safe. She could let herself be vulnerable, open up, reveal everything to me. “Your pussy’s so sweet,” I murmured into her ear, my hand up to circle her breast. “Show it to me.”
With a whimper of surrender, she shifted on my lap. My cock stirred under her ass. Slowly, she parted her thighs.
“Look how wet you are,” I murmured my approval, gazing at her glistening pink sex, swollen and gushing with need. “Looks like you liked going down on me.”
“I loved it,” she moaned, opening her thighs wider as I stroked them. She panted at my touch.
“Oh, Sky,” I murmured, running a hand up her leg as I circled her nipple. “We’re going to have so much fun together.” Lightly, teasing, testing, I pinched her aching nipple through the cloth. If she didn’t like it, I’d lay off. I could be more gentle with her. If I had to.
I didn’t have to. She groaned, her lips parting, her back arching as I deepened the pinch, twisting her nipple in my thick fingers. She didn’t like it. She loved it.
My fingers close to her dripping pussy, her thighs wide apart, I dipped my head down to her nipple to take her into my hot mouth. I wanted to play with her, test her reactions. Discover what she liked. If she moaned at a pinch, how would she like a bite?
But a knock sounded at the door. First soft, then a loud, insistent rap.
“All right. Time to go.”
Straightening up, I groaned in frustration. That was right, we were in a nightclub trying to strike a deal with ruthless, amoral killers to get rid of Sky’s husband. How easy it was to forget the details.
Sky sat up as well, looking drugged and dazed. “Time to go?” she asked, as if she, too, had forgotten everything but our connection.
“I have to go talk to the big guy again.”
“Oh, right.” She shook her head, trying to clear it. I helped her stand and straighten out her skirt. It felt wrong, her clothes were supposed to be coming off, not covering more of her. But the time for that was not now. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” She echoed my thoughts.
“Me too.” I zipped myself up, kissing her head. Seeing her panties thrown on the floor, I balled them up and put them in my pocket.
“Wait, Jax—” She reached for them, sounding embarrassed. “I still have to walk through the club.”
“I’ll walk you out and get you a ride home,” I assured her. “I’m going to keep these for now. Until the next time I can taste you.”
She smiled, allowing me to open the door and guide her out. I hated the guys checking her out, their eyes glued to her luscious curves. Mine, I wanted to growl, wanting to punch them all. But none of them touched her, and I didn’t need to be starting fights, so I just steered us straight for the exit. Outside, Zeke already had two guys waiting to escort her home, then stay outside the house making sure she stayed safe.
“I’ll be back soon.” I kissed her again, one more time, quickly, promising her what I hoped more than what I knew.
She nodded, then disappeared into the back seat of the car.
“They’ll get her home safe,” Zeke reassured me, turning me back into the club. “Damn, I’ve never seen you have it this bad.”
“Anything happens to her, I’ll kill the guy responsible.”
“Like I said.” Zeke shook his head. I didn’t even try to argue.
15
Sky
I made it back to Zeke’s no problem. I let myself into the empty house, knowing I might be alone but I was not unguarded. The two Reapers who’d driven me home would stay out front making sure I was safe.
But I wouldn’t truly feel safe again until Jax came back. I still felt drunk off him, could still taste him on my tongue, feel the way he’d made me cum so hard. I took a long shower, savoring the heat, touching myself under the flow of the water. I didn’t make myself orgasm again, though. That I wanted to save for him, show him what he did to me.
No one had ever rocked my world like that. No one had even come close. Just his hands on me as we stood talking to other people had made my entire body tingle. Maybe it was all the buildup, months and months of aching. But that could go either way. I’d had a crush on a boy in high school for a long time. Then, the night we’d finally kissed, he’d licked my face like a sloppy dog. Too much anticipation could simply lead to a huge let-down.
That hadn’t happened with Jax. The feel of his large, rough hands on my skin, it sent shivers through me just remembering the heat of his touch. Under the table, the way he’d reached under my skirt, how he’d talked to me. I was usually so shy about public displays of affection, could never forget that someone might be watching. It usually dampened any possibility of arousal, but with Jax? He’d turned it into something edgy, made me feel so naughty. When he’d coaxed me, telling him to cum just for him, I think I might have orgasmed just from the suggestion. He was so masterful, the way he stroked me, played with me.
I ran the warm spray of the shower over my breasts, my nipples still stiff. He’d gotten me so worked up. I couldn’t believe I’d gone down on him, right in the back room of the club. I’d never been so forward, so bold. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the moment, knowing we might not have too many other chances together.
I knew we were playing with fire. We had been all along, our attraction pulling us together even when so much should have kept us apart. Now, we were making a deal with the devil, shaking hands with the Iron Reapers to do away with a Sacrificial Skull.
And not just any Skull. My husband. We were still married. I’d taken off the ring, but that didn’t change our status. And there I was, handing him over, probably about to play an active role in arranging his death.
That probably made me a bad person. But I couldn’t see any other way. And he’d certainly left a trail of destruction in his wake. It wasn’t just me he’d hurt. He’d killed a dog? Scooped out some guy’s eye with a spoon? What the hell? He was deranged. Maybe he’d gotten worse over the years I’d known him. I could tell myself that.
I shut off the shower and toweled off, blow-drying my hair so I wouldn’t go to bed with it wet. And I hoped Jax might come home before I slipped into the sheets. That way we could do it together.
But he didn’t g
et home. I got into bed by myself, turned out the light and breathed in the scent of him from the T-shirt of his I wore. I touched myself some more, still slick and aroused from our night. He’d tasted so good, felt so amazing in my mouth, down my throat. I’d never enjoyed giving a blow job before, but with Jax I’d craved doing it.
Down on my knees between his legs, watching his face overwhelmed with lust, hearing him groan as my tongue swirled over his head, I’d gotten close to cumming myself. I wanted to do it again to him, and again, playing with different rhythms, strokes, watching his every reaction, figuring out everything about him to give him the greatest pleasure.
When I woke up in the morning, he was passed out on the couch, still in his clothes. I thought about waking him up, and all the ways I could do it. He looked so gorgeous, such a blend of tough and tender as he lay there in his badass, muscled six-foot-three body sound asleep.
But, I suddenly felt shy. What we’d done last night, it had been crazy, wild. Forced into playing roles, we’d both gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. The adrenaline, the danger, we’d gotten carried away and maybe that was all it meant to him. Maybe I was the one attaching so much to it, feeling like my heart now beat solely for him.
I pulled on my jeans and headed to the bathroom to wash up. In the kitchen, I made some coffee and ate some cereal by myself. I bet Zeke and Jax had stayed out really late. On the counter, I noticed a phone. Underneath it, on a piece of paper someone had written “Sky”. It was probably the phone Jax had said he’d get for me, the one that couldn’t be traced. I’d wait until he woke up to ask him for sure. The last thing I wanted to do was lead anyone to us.
At last, around noon, Jax made it out of the bedroom. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, the one I’d made a couple hours earlier long gone. We didn’t have much food in the house, but I made him some toast and buttered it.
“Thanks, Sky.” He drank a few big glasses of water and downed the toast and coffee.
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