by Alex Wolf
“Found it the other night.” She half blushes and looks away. “Sorry, I don’t know. It’s silly.”
“Why’s it silly?”
“I put it on and it just felt right. I know I’m married and everything, but…”
“But what?”
“Come on, Jax.” She shrugs and stares out the window.
“What?”
She turns slowly toward me. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Her confession sends all kinds of emotions coursing through my body. I should’ve known she’d have never stayed behind and married some asshole. Left me hanging high and dry. It makes sense that she’d still be holding onto things.
I’m not sure what this will look like. I have a certain lifestyle. I’m a different person now, and I don’t know if I can just morph back into the kind of man I was. There’s no way she’ll approve of the man I’ve become, no matter how much money or power I have.
When she first walked into my office I didn’t expect any of this. I don’t know what I want anymore. I’d convinced myself I was happy, but now that she’s back in my life I feel differently. It’s like I’m ashamed. She always made me want to be better—a good person.
If I know one thing in the moment, it’s this—I still love her.
I’ve never felt this for anyone else.
She shakes her head. “You don’t have to say anything in return. I know it’s crazy.” Her fingers twirl my ring around on her finger.
“This whole thing is complicated.”
Her head angles toward the floorboard. “I know.”
“Look, Jenna, I…”
“You don’t have to say anything in return. Seriously. I didn’t expect you to be waiting around on me or anything. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Hey.” I grip her forearm.
She glances over at me.
I turn briefly from the road to face her. “I still love you too. I never stopped.”
“Really?”
“Of course. What we had doesn’t just go away.”
“I know, it’s just been so long.”
“Look, you’re married and I’m your lawyer. It’s all crazy right now.”
“Nothing can happen. Got it.”
I shake my head. “Will you just sit there for a second and let me speak?” I smile to let her know I’m halfway joking.
She pretends to zip her lips with one hand. It’s adorable. She’s beautiful even when she’s been through a housefire and hooked to IVs.
“We need to keep our distance and let this play out. You have to be smart. You’ve been through a lot.”
She starts to say something but I hold a finger up to stop her.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to explore things further. But right now… It’s too much too fast for you. One thing at a time. You don’t need extra complications.”
“May I speak now, sir?”
“Be careful how you say things like that. I only have so much restraint.”
She grins. “I get what you’re saying, but you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. For you. If there is one certainty in my life, it’s that I want to be with you. I always have. I always will. Time won’t change how I feel about you.”
“We’ll have to wait and see what happens.”
My cock grows rock-hard thinking about taking her to my apartment building. Her being right down the hall. I want her heart. I want her mind. I want her body.
I want her.
Goddamn, I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life, but we have to do this the right way. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel trying to stay in control. Right now I want nothing more than to pull the car over and fuck her in the backseat.
We were always good together, but we were kids. I’m a grown man now and can’t even imagine what it would be like to fuck her. Make her come on my cock over and over again. Press every one of her buttons until she can’t walk.
There’s a tense silence the rest of the drive. It’s like the air is charged with pure sex. Every strand of DNA in every cell in my body screams for me to claim her. Take whatever I want from her body. The worst part is she’d let me have it all. She’d give me whatever the hell I wanted and probably more. If I don’t get her into that apartment and get some space, I’m going to come inside her pussy over and over. I’m going to bite, suck, lick, and mark every square inch of her skin to let the world know that she’s mine and they can fuck off.
I steal a glance at her as I park the truck. Her pearly whites graze her bottom lip as she watches every move I make.
Fuck me. Everything she does makes me want to groan.
Every flick of her hair over her shoulder has me adjusting my cock when she looks away.
My balls practically scream at me, just aching for release.
The entire walk into the building she keeps glancing at me. Batting eyelashes. And not in a flirty way, just a Jenna way. It’s just her. She’s everything.
I’m a gentleman and hold doors. I ask her if she needs help. I try to do everything for her.
I don’t do that shit for anyone. Nobody.
Every step I take next to her is pure torture.
The second we’re in the elevator and the doors close, my hands are in her hair and my lips are on her mouth.
Way to take it slow.
I practically crush her mouth with my kiss. My tongue shoves against the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She willingly opens up for me. Her tongue sweeps across mine as we battle for control. She only does it to work me up more, though. She still remembers exactly how to kiss me, and exactly how to shift every gear in my body.
I’m like a starved animal.
It’s pure primal, raw instincts. I growl against her neck and tear at her clothes. I’ll shred anything in my way to get my cock inside her.
I need her—now. More than anything I’ve ever needed in my life.
The ding of the elevator saves her from being fucked senseless.
I snap out of my sex-induced stupor long enough to realize what I’m doing and try to straighten our clothes up.
I want to take her to my place. To my bed. But if I do, I’ll never let her leave it. I need to be smart. She’s in a horrible marriage.
She may want me now but what happens when she finds out who I really am? She might regret this. There’s so much life she hasn’t experienced because she’s been chained to her husband. She deserves to get to live on her terms for a while.
I’ve had time to experience life. I’ve fucked too many women to count. I’ve traveled and started a business and been to black tie events and penthouse parties.
“You’re overthinking. You always did.”
“You can’t read my mind.” Yeah, she can. She’s always been able to. She’s always known—me.
“I want you. I always have.”
I push us against the hallway wall and press my forehead to hers. “You don’t know what you want right now.”
“You’re wrong.”
“No, I’m not. You need to put your life back together…”
Her hand slides down to my cock. “I want you to fuck me.”
I unwillingly push her hand away. I’ve never turned down pussy in my life and my cock doesn’t know what the hell is going on right now. If I didn’t love her we’d still be banging in a parking lot somewhere right now. But, I just can’t do this to her. She’s not in a good place. “No.” I shake my head at her.
“Is there someone else?”
I scoff. “No. It’s because…” I lower my voice because I realize I’m talking way louder than I usually do, almost yelling. “I want to do things right. You don’t know me anymore. Not the guy I’ve become. You might not like him.”
“So, you’re a bad boy now? Maybe I’ll like that.”
I pin her arms above her head against the wall and press against her, hard. Then I lean down next to her ear.
Her breath hitches and she gulps.
I wa
s never rough like this with her when we were younger. “Let me take care of you. I have to do this the right way.”
She starts to say something, and I exhale down her neck.
A light sweet moan parts her lips and I have no idea where all this fucking self-control has come from.
“I love you. But not now. There will be plenty of time for fun later. Or you may run for the hills.”
“Okay.” She nods, breathless. “But I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
I press away from her and grab all her stuff I dropped on the floor when I shoved her against the wall.
She leans back, staring at me with a light grin on her face.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. You’re just—hot.”
I smirk. “Damn right I am.”
I unlock the door to the apartment next to mine.
Her eyes grow wide when she sees it. I give her a quick tour of the place and pretty much watch her fall in love with it.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you, for everything.”
“It’s no problem. You’ll be safe here, and we’ll get you back on your feet.”
She smiles as she walks over and stares out the window.
I keep my distance across the room. I already know I won’t be able to control myself, living next door. But I’ll do everything in my power not to fuck things up for her. Despite the urge to fuck her all night long, then call in to work and fuck her all day tomorrow, I want her happy. It’s all I’ve ever really wanted.
“I need to do some work. Make yourself at home. I’m next door if you need anything. I’ll order lunch. If you make a list, I’ll have my housekeeper go shopping for you. Clothes, whatever you need. There are towels and everything in the bathroom. There may even be clothes. Claire stays here sometimes.”
“Your sister?”
“Yeah.”
“I haven’t seen her since your dad took her away.”
“I moved them closer as soon as I was able to.”
She nods.
“So, I’m going to…” I throw a thumb back toward the door.
“Okay.”
As soon as I leave the apartment I’m on my phone making calls to get eyes on her husband. I want that cocksucker out of her life for good. We have all kinds of PIs and security that do work for the firm. Dudes nobody wants to fuck with. “You keep that asshole in your sights at all times.”
“I’m on it, boss. If he pisses sideways, you’ll know the direction.”
“Good.”
Leonard Reyes put his hands on what’s mine. He’s going to suffer for every goddamn time he put his hands on her and pay her every fucking nickel he took from her.
I’d kill that motherfucker but if I go to prison I’ll lose Jenna.
He’s done hurting her. He’s done existing.
I’ll have that bitch buried in the desert with a goddamn cactus tombstone.
I send a text to Weston, so he won’t worry.
Jax: I’m back. She’s here. All under control. Be back in the office Monday.
Weston: Sounds good. Handle your shit. Let me know if you need anything.
Jax: Can you keep this between us for now? I don’t want the husband finding out where she is.
Weston: Is he a cause for concern? How bad is it?
Jax: Under control. Don’t worry. I have eyes on him. He won’t get near her. But I want it to be as difficult as possible for him to even make an effort.
Weston: I hope you know what you’re doing. You should give me the case. You know I’ll roast his nuts on a fire.
Jax: I appreciate it, but I need this. I want to bury him with the shovel myself.
Jenna
Being next door to Jax is surreal. I’ve been numb for so long I don’t know how to feel. Overwhelmed—that’s a good word for it. Jaxson’s the dream. He was out of reach for so long and now I’m next door. He’s right on the other side of the wall. When he kissed me I thought I might die. Part of me always held onto a hope that we’d be together again, but I always thought Leonard would kill me before it came to fruition.
I’m a mess—need a shower. Thinking about Jax kissing me while I smell like a rotten ashtray makes me cringe.
I walk to the master bathroom and start the shower even though I’d love to soak in the tub. I need to wash this filth away first. The last thing I want to do is sit in a tub and marinade in it. A bath can wait.
As I wash off the grime from the past few days, I feel rejuvenated. My mind clears like the water swirls everything down the drain. I’ll do whatever it takes to win back my Jax and keep him for good. After seeing his smile and tasting his lips I know I can’t live without having him.
I love him so much it hurts.
I want to look into his eyes every day. I want to see him look like the boy he once was, not the man I turned him into.
I just need to rid myself of Leonard first.
Walking from the bathroom, I wrap a towel around my body and put my hair up with another. I didn’t even think to look for clothes. Thoughts of being clean trumped everything else.
I stroll into the master bedroom and look for something to wear but all I find is a t-shirt. I slip it over my head and it hangs down to my thighs. I’ll have to make do with washing my one pair of clothes until I can go shopping.
The laundry room sits just off the kitchen connected to the pantry. I start a load, the only thing I really still have in the world, and search for a pen to make a list of things I need. Looking around, I can’t help but smile a little at the fact that he really did go after his dreams. He did it. All on his own. It makes him even more attractive. I never would’ve imagined him in this posh building wearing a suit and tie every day, but I’m not surprised that he found success.
I don’t expect him to take care of me or buy me anything. I can handle myself. It’s sweet that he wants to, but I can’t let him do it. He’s done enough already. I brought all this on myself. I can tell he wants to take the blame for some of our past, but it was me. I thought I was doing the right thing, but now, I’m not so sure.
I’m bent over the counter writing when Jaxson walks in carrying a bag of takeout. His eyes instantly brighten when I look at him over my shoulder. I forgot the shirt is probably riding halfway up my ass.
“Jesus. You trying to give me a heart attack?” He places the bag on the dining table and crosses the room in three strides so that he’s right behind me.
His hands go to my ass and shivers immediately dance up my spine. He peppers kisses along my neck. “I brought food.” His fingers dig into my hips. “Think I found a better menu, though.” Sliding a hand around to my stomach he presses his hard cock against me. Heat pools between my thighs and I know I want him. There’s nothing stopping us from being together.
I’m only married on paper. Not in my heart. Jaxson owns my heart. He always has.
“And I’m hungry.” Spinning me around to face him, he lifts me onto the counter. With one knee he spreads my legs forcefully, and then kneels down.
I watch him, wondering how this will compare to when we were younger. He’s all man now.
A growl leaves his throat when he feels how wet I am for him.
I have no shame. There’s no hiding how much I want him. His torturous lips meet the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He teases the spot I want him most, rubbing his finger over my clit just enough to make me purr.
It’s been so long since I’ve been loved by a man who actually cares for me.
He’s the only one.
Ever.
His mouth latches onto my pussy as he hums against my clit. He watches every single one of my reactions to his touch, then slowly slides a finger inside me.
Tangling my fist in his hair, I hold on as he finger-fucks and licks me. It’s better than I remember, and I’m already on the edge. He’s improved his technique. I want to be jealous that he’s been with others, but all I can think is that he’s mine now.
; “Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight, Jenna.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
“How long’s it been since someone made you feel good, baby?”
I arch my back when he hits the spot deep inside me just right.
A devilish grin spreads across his face.
I gasp when he does it again. “The-the last time I was with you.”
“I’m going to make it up to you every goddamn day. I’ll give you an orgasm for every day we’ve been apart.”
He flicks his tongue across my clit.
“Holy shit.” I nod at him. “May take a while.”
“I’ve got time.” He speeds up his fingers and tongue, to the point I’m squirming on the counter ready to explode.
He works his fingers in and out while his thumb circles my clit. “You ready?”
“For what?”
“To come all over my face.” He dives back between my legs and takes my clit between his teeth, sucking and pulling.
My head flies back. “Oh my God, Jaxson.” Fireworks go off behind my eyelids and waves of pleasure roll through my limbs.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life.
Jaxson
When I walked in and saw Jenna’s sweet ass it was game over. I knew I was going to make my move. Then she confessed that I was the last and only man to get her off and I nearly lost it. The need to get her off was so intense I couldn’t stop.
She stares up at me after just coming all over my mouth.
I have to have her. I want to bury myself in that tight, hot cunt.
Her eyes grow wide when I throw her over my shoulder and haul her toward the door.
“Jax!”
I smack her on the ass and smile. Part of me is rock-hard knowing I’m about to be balls-deep inside her, but some other feeling invades my stomach. It just feels right, the way it was always supposed to be.
I stop when I open the door and glance down the hallway. Coast is clear. I haul her into my apartment because she belongs in my fucking bed, forever.
Once we’re in my room I drop her on her back and make my way between her legs again with my face. She writhes and squirms as I taste her once more.
So. Fucking. Sweet.