by Becky McGraw
“Take the bedroom next door. I’ll be right there,” he said, turning her toward the door then the first aid kid caught his attention. She took a step, but he stopped her. First things first, he thought. “Let me fix you up real fast.”
“I have other things that need fixed fast,” she said with a breathy laugh, as she turned back to put her hands on his chest. “The cuts are nothing compared to that and they’re not bleeding anymore.” She tiptoed to press her lips to his. “Just hurry.”
The husky need in her voice, the feel of her mouth on his sent warmth flowing through him down to curl his toes. Yeah, he still had some adrenaline to burn off.
“Two minutes tops,” he said, pushing her away again.
With a heavy sigh, Fallon turned toward the door again, but stopped to use the wet towel to clean up, before dropping it back to the floor. His eyes locked on her firm, round ass and she smiled over her shoulder at him as she let herself out of the door.
One minute, he thought, two-stepping to the shower.
Body buzzing with pent up frustration, Fallon turned on the bedside lamp then laid down on the soft bed, sighing as it formed around her. She didn’t cover herself, because she was just too damned hot. Sweat coated her skin and her insides felt like they were on fire. A fire that Jaxson Thomas had created and better hurry to put it out or she was going to do it herself.
Fallon’s hand glided down her stomach to the throbbing bundle of nerves at the top of her thighs, and she groaned when her fingers found the wet, swollen nub. Her knees fell open, and she circled it with more pressure as her other hand moved up to her breast. Her eyes drifted shut and she imagined Jaxson’s hands on her body, rolling her nipple between his long callused fingers, his other hand between her legs teasing her.
Before her transformation, Fallon had years of practice at this, so she was a pro at it, knew just how to tease herself into a frenzy. Tension knotted her middle and her inner muscles worked in time with her fingers as the first wave of pleasure got as far as her hips before breaking. Another formed, moving a little higher than the last, almost past her navel. Her muscles worked faster and so did her fingers.
A shiver flitted up her spine, raising the hair on her body. Her breathing notched up as wetness flooded her folds. Mewls of pleasure rumbled at her lips, as the waves reached her breasts. Her fingers moved faster, applied more pressure to the rotations on her clit, while her other hand pinched her nipple and pulled. She moaned as waves of pleasure crashed over her head drowning her, as her muscles tensed and her body vibrated with her release.
“That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life,” Jaxson said from the doorway, his voice gruff and excited. “But I’m disappointed you didn’t wait for me.”
Fallon’s eyes flew open and she sat up as heat flooded her face. She watched his tight muscles work under his skin as he stalked toward the bed, his cock fisted. The man was like a freaking ninja he was so quiet. Fallon had not even heard him open the door.
“Let’s see if we can make you do better,” Jaxson said, as he released his cock to crawl into the bed and lay beside her. His sexy smile reignited the flames she’d just doused, the hand he dropped on her leg near her knee dragged a gasp from her as it glided upward. His fingers dipped between her legs and Fallon groaned.
His heat brushed her thigh as he moved closer and Fallon realized he’d put on a condom. That was something she hadn’t even thought about as turned on and ready as she was in that bathroom. If he’d have pushed her down to that floor and fucked her bareback, she wouldn’t have even noticed. She was on birth control, but that still was not a good thing.
Fallon could see herself losing her head over this hard-bodied man without even realizing it either and that would be a bigger mistake. She needed to enjoy Jaxson Thomas, learn everything she could from him before he was out of her life, but she absolutely could not let herself get attached to him or think it meant a thing to him.
Fallon needed to think like a man—soak up every ounce of pleasure he had to give her, would give her, but keep her emotions out of the picture.
She’d experiment, learn what he had to teach her, which she had a feeling would be a lot more than the authors of those books she’d read had ever considered. This was a master’s class, Fallon realized, when Jaxson pushed her to her back and grabbed her hands to pull them over her head to the headboard where he closed her fingers around the brass spindles.
“You just hang on tight, babycakes,” he ordered, with a grin.
Fallon’s body ignited as he held her gaze while he raked his short nails down her body to her knees. He spread her knees wide, but instead of diving between them, he shoved his hands under her thighs and curled her lower body up toward her middle then wedged her in that bottoms up position with his knees and chest. He moved even closer, lifted her ass higher until it was right up to his chin, and Fallon whimpered as her body opened wide for him.
“I want to see that beautiful face twist when I make you come,” he said, his nostrils flared with his sharp breaths. Fallon realized right then that in this position she could also see his face, watch what he was doing to her body, and how it affected him. Her clit twitched, and a buzz started between her legs in anticipation of what he’d do.
Jaxson dipped his head between her thighs, rubbed his unshaven cheek along her inner thigh and her inner walls clenched, her body shook and her hands gripped the brass bars so tightly her fingers went numb. His hot breath fanned her before he made a long, slow pass through her folds with his tongue and moaned.
“Mmm, your cream tastes just as sweet as I thought it would.” The vibration of his words sizzled through her wetness triggering another tremor as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. Watching her, he raked his thumbs over her rigid nipples and she whimpered. “That’s it, make those sounds for me. I almost fucking came in the doorway when you made yourself come.”
His head bent and his hot tongue dipped inside her opening to swirl there. Fallon tried to move her hips, show him she needed more, but she couldn’t wiggle an inch his hold was so tight. Frustration built as he continued the light teasing stokes, while his thumbs made slow irritating circles around her nipples but not over them. He was torturing her, and she couldn’t do a damned thing about it. If his ragged breathing and the hard heat pressed to her back was any indication he was enjoying it too. Her clit throbbed, but he wouldn’t suck it, her inner walls pulsed but he wouldn’t go deeper with his tongue. Fallon needed to come so badly her body shook with frustration, it gurgled in her throat.
When Jax’s tongue finally went deeper, a shuddering sigh escaped her as her inner muscles sucked at his tongue needing even more. His chuckle vibrated up her passage, setting every enflamed nerve on fire. He was enjoying her agitation, she thought, and anger pushed up to her head to join the blood already pounding there.
Jaxson’s left hand skimmed up her body to grip the back of her left thigh. He kneaded her cheek and his thumb brushed the edge of her anus with light friction, while his tongue worked her frustration higher, and his right hand irritated her nipple with more pressure and flicks of his nail.
Like a movie camera, her mind suddenly zoomed in to those points until they were the only thing that existed. The rest of her body disappeared as tension ratcheted up inside her with every stroke of his tongue, every scrape of his nail over her nipple and now her anus pulsed in time with his feather light strokes. Did she want more there too?
The thought sent a tremor through her, and suddenly the irritation turned to delicious pleasure. Her inner muscles flexed and released as moisture flooded her in preparation for the orgasm that floated just out of her reach. But Jax didn’t let her come, he kept her dangling there for long minutes, torturing her until she was crazy with need and ready to beg. His tongue suddenly moved to her clit and he flicked it, then his fingers closed to pinch her right nipple and tug hard as he dipped the very end of his thumb just inside her anus.
Electricity z
apped her and shock stole her breath. Fallon’s body arched, floated off the bed and she heard herself scream, felt the unbelievable tremors that rocked her out of her body to float over the bed. She looked down on Jax holding her, his dark head buried between her legs and saw herself gripping the brass headboard as her body shattered into a million pieces.
This was not an orgasm she was having, it was a mind-bending out of body experience she thought, as she watched the pieces that used to be her float back toward her body, but none of them fit now. Fallon wasn’t sure she would ever be the same again as her body melted, her hands released the bars and her fingers throbbed. Jaxson lowered her to the mattress, and blood rushed to her head as he laid down beside her to pull her to him.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing her hair from her forehead.
He thought she could speak?
Somehow, Fallon managed a nod, and Jaxson leaned in to kiss her, a quick touching of lips, then a firmer pass. With a gasp, her mouth opened and he dove in as he leaned over her to raise her calf over his forearm. Their eyes met, and his were dark, hot and needy as he pushed inside of her body halfway with a groan.
Fallon bit back a moan at the incredible stretch, the burn, which was new to her too. In her limited experience, Jaxson was on the well-endowed side, but she wanted more of him. Planting her heels, she pushed up and he slid in an inch more.
“Be still or I may come again before I even get inside you.” His mouth showed his strain, as his fingers dug deep into her hips, and he closed his eyes to suck in a sharp breath. “So hot and tight, and your body is quivering around me.” A tremor rocked him, and Fallon quivered too.
She’d thought she was wrung out, incapable of more, but surprisingly, his words, the sensational feel of having him inside her, wound up her tension again. “Move, Jaxson, I need more,” she begged in a husky whisper, tensing her sore muscles to circle her hips.
With a growl, he held her tight as his hips shot forward to impale her with every inch of his throbbing erection. Fallon lost her breath at the incredible fullness, and her inner walls clenched around him. Holding her gaze, his fingers were like a vise on her ass as he lifted her higher and pulled out then plunged back inside her body. He set a slow rhythm, assumed a position where his cock raked her sensitive bud with every stroke. The wet sucking sounds of their bodies parting, the incredible drag, enflamed every nerve in her passage as he pulled out, and his pleased moans echoed in her skull. All of it mixed to put her brain into sensory overload. His strokes became quicker, his breathing heavier as their bodies slapped together.
Good God, there was no way, Fallon thought, just as a freight train of an orgasm ran over her, flattened her, took every scrap of energy she had left to turn it to fire that swept through her to body to melt her bones. Jaxson’s muffled roar as he found his release just barely registered over the pounding in her head. With a grunt, he collapsed beside her, pulled her body flush to his and a final tremor rocked him as he kissed her hair.
Fallon thought Jaxson Thomas could have written the books she’d read. She wished he had, because then she might have been prepared for what she’d just learned in his hands-on classroom. And after a nap, she might be ready for another lesson, she thought, smiling.
CHAPTER NINE
Before dawn the next morning, Jax got dressed and let himself out of the condo to check the perimeter of the complex in the guise of a little PT. He should be worn after last night with Fallon, but for some reason Jax was revved. He left her sleeping, took a quick shower and dressed, but made sure to leave a note so she wasn’t afraid when she woke up and found him gone. When he passed the bedroom door after his shower on his way to Jon’s room to borrow some PT clothes, the urge to go back inside, have round four with the hot redhead was strong, but he knew what he had to do. Run her out of his system. Getting more deeply involved with someone he was protecting on an assignment was the worst idea in the world.
First, it distracted him from doing his job properly, and secondly her wanting to have sex with him could be a result of fear or gratitude. Neither a good motivation. In Fallon’s case, it could also be from remorse, since she seemed intent on getting his forgiveness for her part in what happened in Cancun and after. Him taking advantage of her under any of those circumstances was just wrong.
Even though it felt so right.
No, Jaxson decided when he got up this morning with her wrapped around him, he was not having sex with her again until after he completed this assignment. After he knew for sure where her head was. If Fallon still wanted him then, they’d talk.
The oddest part of the situation was that he wanted her at all. He’d hated her for five years, plotted her demise in his mind. But he hadn’t really known her then either. The brief exposure he’d had to her in Cancun had not been pleasant. So when he found out she and her father were his accusers in the JAG investigation, it hadn’t surprised him.
But Fallon was different now, and he was reevaluating his opinion of her. She wasn’t the judgmental spoiled judge’s child that he’d pegged her to be. Born with a silver spoon that had tarnished in the acid in her mouth. Fallon Sharpe might be a politically-appointed judge’s daughter, a politically-appointed judge now herself, but she seemed to have ethics and a conscience which was refreshing.
Not only was she taking on a mobster to see justice done, she was continuing to do it even at the risk of her own life. She’d also told him she knew he hadn’t molested her sister in Mexico, or enticed her to find him at his guard post when keeping her mouth shut would’ve served her.
I tried to find out where you’d gone after you were discharged and Hannah came clean, but they wouldn’t tell me. Maybe that’s why she’d been looking for him then, and maybe when she couldn’t find him she just decided to let sleeping dogs lie. And maybe he just wanted to think the best of her, give her the benefit of the doubt because he liked her now.
She’d kept her damned mouth shut so her father could save face, he reminded himself, increasing his pace as he moved onto the shoulder of the street. But wouldn’t Jax have done the same if it were his parents involved?
No, he wouldn’t have.
If his father, an Army Captain, were in a similar situation no matter the egg on his face, he would have insisted that Jaxson do the right thing, make things right. But then his dad hadn’t been a typical man. Glen Thomas had been a warrior, an upright man whose mind worked in black and white. There was no gray for him. Glen set a good example for Jax and his sister, and gave his all in everything he did, even when he was killed in the first gulf war when the Apache attack helicopter he’d been flying was shot down when Jax was ten and his sister was a baby.
God, he shouldn’t have had sex with her last night, but Jaxson was only a man and she had been so fucking hot. They’d both needed it to burn off the aftereffects of the adrenaline, he reminded himself. Fallon had wanted him as much as he wanted her last night.
Jax ran harder, his feet pounded on the asphalt now in the pre-dawn light eating up ground. Sweat poured from his scalp to drip down his neck, and after a few minutes, the borrowed Navy PT shirt stuck to his back. His heart pounded in his ears as a wash of endorphins flowed through him. Jax had borrowed the workout clothes from Jon to make sure he blended in while he performed his perimeter check. Considering the number of SEALs and Navy personnel who lived in the area, he was sure he wouldn’t be noticed, but he hadn’t passed anyone else on the road yet. That worried him as he reached the end of the road at the interstate where he stopped to breathe and wait for traffic to clear so he could cross the road.
Pulling his shirt up over his face, he wiped it. When it settled back on his chest, his eyes tracked across the road to the black van parked at the edge of the entrance ramp on the median. That van looked a helluva lot like the one that had followed them from Rick Mann’s house on the interstate yesterday, but it was too dark to tell.
Jax’s heart beat faster, and he became very aware of the weight of the pistol at the
small of his waist in the back in the belly band jogging holster he’d also borrowed. If he crossed the road, his back would be to whoever was in the van. If they’d already spotted him and recognized him, and he put his back to them in all likelihood he’d end up with a bullet in the back of his head. He would also lose his opportunity to find out if it was them for sure. Instead of crossing the road, Jaxson huffed another breath, yanked the sunglasses off the collar of his shirt and slid them on, before he started running again toward the interstate bridge.
Thankfully, he saw a pack of what looked to be four Navy guys running on the other side of the road about a quarter mile ahead. He’d catch up to them, cross the road and join the pack. That would give him all the cover he needed to figure out exactly what was going on here, because once he passed the van, before he ran under the interstate bridge he knew for sure that was the same van from yesterday. The professional hit squad was obviously waiting on something. Most likely he and Fallon to leave the condo. The question was how had they found them, when Jax was absolutely certain they hadn’t been followed?
Fallon stretched her arms over her head and gloried in her deliciously sore muscles. When her hand landed on the empty pillow beside her, her eyes popped open to look that way. Rolling over, she grabbed for the pillow but saw a sheet of paper on top. She lifted it and squinted to read the neat, square letters on the page.
Gone for a run, don’t be worried. Stay inside and I’ll be back soon to cook breakfast. Jax
Erotic visions of why they needed breakfast replayed in her mind. Good Lord—that man should want a buffet when he got back. Fallon knew she could use one from their athletic activities last night, and he was out jogging.