by Lane Hart
"Oh shit, I can't move a muscle," I tell him when I can speak again. My thighs have fallen open, all modesty forgotten, and my arms are lying limply beside me.
"All I need is your mouth to move," Jax replies, his voice deeper than normal. Oh yeah, that was the other part of our deal and not one I mind accommodating at all.
I tilt my head to the side and watch as he stands up, unzips his suit pants and pushes them and his boxer briefs down in one shove. Holy moly, I'd forgotten how huge his cock is, protruding in my direction like a dangerous weapon.
I look up at Jax when he cradles the back of my head and brings it toward his body. My eyes stay on his as I lick my lips and open wide for him to shove his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" He groans when my lips seal around his length, sucking as I pull away.
I roll to my side and prop myself up on my elbow to find a better angle to take him deeper. Holding his cock by the base in a loose fist, my other hand drops down to caress his balls.
"Fuck, Page," he growls when I take him as deep as I can go. No sooner do I pull back than he's pulling my head forward again. I hum my approval as he works my mouth faster on his cock. "That feels fucking incredible," he says, and then he can't hold his hips back any longer. They thrust forward in contrast to the direction of his fingers tangling in my hair, forcing himself down my throat and making me moan with my mouth full.
"Ahhh, God! That's enough," he grumbles. "Page, stop." I look up at his face. His eyes are pitch black, his jaw clenched tight like he's that volcano again, about to explode. I give a slight shake of my head, indicating my intention. "Damn, woman…you're a fucking saint," he says, running his fingertips gently along my jaw while I continue to fill my mouth with his length. His entire body locks up a second before a choked off "Ah, ah, ah" sounds come flowing out of his mouth at the same time the thick, warm liquid runs down the back of my throat.
When I pull my mouth off of him, Jax sinks down to his knees beside the bed and reaches for me, pulling my mouth to his, weaving both of his hands through my hair. There's nothing gentle or soft about his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It's a hot and possessive kiss, showing me how much he wants me.
If not for the knock on the door, we probably wouldn't have stopped until Jax was inside me.
Reality slams sharply back into focus. Shit…ake mushrooms, we have to get to court! What the hell was I thinking? Did I regret what we'd just done? Heck no, but it was still stupid all the same.
When our lips pull apart, Jax gets quickly to his feet and starts redressing while I sit up on the side of the bed and try to order my legs to hold me up when I stand. Even knowing I need to rush, I'm too relaxed and happy from the orgasms to get upset.
"Yo, Page?" Jude calls out from the other side of the hotel door. "Didn't you say we had to leave by eight-thirty? And have you seen Jax? We don't know where the fuck he's at. He was supposed to meet us downstairs, and he's not in his room or answering his phone."
Knowing it's just Jude makes me feel a little more at ease. I pick up my panties from the floor and duck into the bathroom to let Jax deal with him. I need a moment to put myself back together after having my world rocked.
…
Jax
I zip my pants and quickly tuck in my dress shirt before jerking Page's room door open.
"Oh," Jude mutters in surprise, his eyes widening when he stumbles backward a step. He's cleaned himself up a little nicer than his usual sweats, wearing a pair of khakis and a white polo shirt for court and the cameras. "Here you are. And damn, I have to say that pink is really not your color. Maybe try some red, it'll go better with your dark skin and hair."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask, and unfortunately, I still sound like I just ran a few miles. I guess that's to be expected after Page just blew the fuck out of me. I almost groan aloud thinking about how sexy the woman was looking up at me while her mouth was full of my cock.
"I'm talking about your lipstick choice, bro. I know you want to look good for the cameras and all, but that's taking it a little too far, don't you think?"
"Shit!" I exclaim in understanding, glancing around for a napkin or tissue. I snatch some up from the hotel dispenser and head for the mirror over the dresser.
Son of a bitch. How much of the shit was Page wearing, and how come I didn't notice? There are probably pink rings around my cock too. I quickly dismiss that thought before all the blood can rush back down to investigate.
Jude follows me around the room, and I know he's waiting for an explanation. Tough titties.
"What time is it?" I ask him while I scrub my face. It's going to take some water to get this mess off, so I go back over to the kitchen sink to wet a towel.
"Eight-forty."
"Fuck!" I exclaim. "Page, we've got to go!"
"Shouldn't you be in a better mood? You know, after getting it in?" Jude asks.
"Watch your fucking mouth, and I didn't get it in," I bark, which is technically true since he interrupted before I could fuck her. Satisfied that all the lipstick is finally gone, I toss the napkins in the trash.
"Bullshit." Jude laughs. "You'd have me believe that you both lost track of time for something as important as court, and all you were doing was what...kissing?"
"I'm serious, Jude. Shut the hell up, and don't say a goddamn word about it outside of this room!"
"I know that, and I won't so calm the fuck down."
The bathroom door opens, and Page finally steps out. Other than her face being a little flushed, she looks just as perfect as she did before I attacked her. God, she's so fucking sexy, all that long, blonde hair streaming down over her shoulders while rocking that killer dress.
"Wheeewwww," Jude whistles. "Hot damn, Page! Now I know exactly why you two are running late. And you owe me some Oreos."
Oreos?
Pages smiles shyly as she moves through the room. "I know, double stuffed," she says to him, grabbing up her briefcase from where it hit the floor. "Ready?" she asks, finally making eye contact with me for the first time since before we were interrupted.
When she starts to turn away, I grab her waist and hold her in place so I can lean down and brush a soft kiss on her cheek. "You look gorgeous."
She blinks her big blue eyes up at me a second in surprise before she smiles and says, "So do you."
"All right, people, let's go!" Jude huffs at the delay.
After what we just did together...I don't want Page thinking it's just sex between us. That I just wanted to get off. She deserves more than that, and for the first time in my life, I actually want more than that.
"Yeah. Let's go," I agree, leading the way out the room to the elevator and hitting the down arrow.
"Are we okay?" Page asks softly to Jude. "Can you tell?"
"Other than your cheeks being a little pink, his lips looking redder than normal, and my cock being hard as a rock, we're fine."
"Thanks." She laughs as we step into the elevator and head for the lobby.
"Where's Dad?" I ask.
"He was getting the valet to bring the car around, so we should be able to leave as soon as we get down."
"Good."
When the door opens, we walk quickly to the front where our ride waits. At least the courthouse is only a few blocks over.
After Page climbs in the back, I shove Jude toward the front so I can sit with her.
"Really, Jax?" my dad grumbles as soon as everyone’s in and all the doors shut.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"You know exactly what," he replies, maneuvering the car away from the curb. "You both better be damn careful."
"Remember, don't make any comments to the media, and let me talk if the judge or prosecutor asks any questions," Page says to me. It's impossible to look at her luscious mouth now without thinking about my cock in it. Her dress is riding up her thighs, and all I want to do is throw her down and fuck her until she screams my name again.
"Don't look at me," I tel
l her, adjusting the growing bulge in my pants.
"What?" she asks, glancing down at my hand on my cock.
"When I look at you…I can't help thinking about...earlier."
"Geez," my dad mutters, putting the signal on for the courthouse parking lot. I try not to stress about all the media vans lining the street.
"Oh God, everyone's going to know," Page mumbles, covering her face with both hands.
"Just forget about the polygraph and go back to treating me like I'm an angry asshole who is guilty."
"Yes! Okay, I'll try to do that." She nods.
"And I'll go back to treating you like a spoiled, elitist bitch."
"Hey!" she exclaims, whipping her head in my direction indignantly.
"This can work, see? You're such a pampered princess, thinking you're better than everyone."
Her eyes narrow at me when the SUV comes to a stop in a parking spot. "And you are a stubborn jerk who won't consider a plea deal even though it's your best chance of getting out of jail before your thirtieth birthday," she responds.
"I'm not fucking pleading!"
"Yeah, this is much better." She exhales. "We might be able to do this after all. You ready?"
Even though she just managed to royally piss me off, I still have to stop myself from reaching for her hand in comfort. Instead, I take a deep breath and open the car door.
I'm instantly greeted with cameras, microphones and questions being hurled at me faster than an MLB catcher.
"Excuse me," I say as politely as possible as I push my way through toward the courthouse entrance. I don't wait for Page, figuring it’s best to keep my distance. When some of the reporters yell Jude's name to ask him questions, at least I know he's right behind me.
After we make it up the steps and through the front doors things calm down. There are more reporters roped off at the entrance, but no cameras allowed thankfully. My dad catches up with us, and we have to empty our pockets and go through a set of metal detectors. On the other side, I finally turn to find Page.
Talking to the horde of vultures she looks confident and composed with her shoulders squared and chin raised. She's so damn sexy it hurts.
"Look away," Jude mutters quietly beside me. I know he's right, so I turn my back to her.
"Let's go," Page says a minute later, not slowing down when she walks past us, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor with her sure and purposeful stride. Of course, I follow her, right down the hallway and through the double doors of the courtroom. It's filled with people in every row, plenty of which seem to be fans who had actually made posters and shit. Huh, quickly reading a few of them, they all think I’m innocent. That’s good to know.
Page finds some room for us on one of the front reserved rows and sits down with me beside her, and Jude and my dad on my other side. I can feel everyone's stares on the back of my head, or more likely on Page.
The raised bench where the judge usually sits is empty, but a man I assume is District Attorney Franklin begins yelling out a roll call of some sort.
"I'll answer for you," Page whispers under her breath.
I notice some of the people speak for themselves, others have attorneys who stand up and respond on their behalf.
Finally, he gets to the middle of the alphabet and calls, "Malone, Jackson."
"Present and represented by Page Davenport today," she says, and then retakes her seat.
"Today?" I ask since it sounded like she meant it might be someone else tomorrow.
"We'll discuss it later," she snaps under her breath, barely moving her mouth.
Damn right we would. She isn't bailing on me just because we'd gotten each other off.
Apparently, typical court administrative procedures are boring. After what feels like hours have passed, Judge Bray comes in, and DA Franklin eventually calls my name again.
"Let's go. Don't speak unless I okay it," Page reminds me before heading through the gate at the front of the bar, right up to a table on the left side. Page stands behind the first seat, so I stand behind the other one.
"Mr. Malone, you've been indicted by the Atlantic City Grand Jury on charges of First Degree Rape and Assault by Strangulation. Have you been informed of your right to counsel?" the judge asks.
"Yes, your Honor," Page barely mutters under her breath, and I repeat it.
"And have you retained your own counsel, or do you wish to have a court-appointed attorney assigned to your case?"
"I've retained my own counsel," Page coaches softly, and I echo.
"Your Honor, my name is Page Davenport of Davenport & Davenport, and I've been retained to represent Mr. Malone. If your Honor pleases, I'd like to give notice of my limited appearance on his behalf today."
Limited? Does that mean what I think it does?
"I beg your pardon Ms. Davenport, but I'm ready to proceed with Mr. Malone's arraignment today. I don't usually allow a case to go forward until the defendant has secured counsel ready to make a general appearance. So either you make a general appearance today, or we'll appoint counsel for Mr. Malone."
I don't know what all that means, but it must have freaked Page out because I hear her gasp, although probably no one else notices.
She looks down at the table for a second before her confidence returns. "Yes, your Honor. Then I will offer my general appearance on the record today so that we can proceed."
"Thank you, Ms. Davenport. Your appearance is noted for the record. Now, Mr. Franklin, we're ready to hear from the State."
"Yes, your Honor," Franklin, the District Attorney, says when he stands up at his table beside ours. "The defendant, Jackson Malone, has been indicted on charges of First Degree Rape and Assault by Strangulation. The Grand Jury found probable cause to believe that he did forcibly engage in vaginal and oral sex against the victim's will, and with the assistance of a dangerous weapon, more specifically, overpowering the victim using his superior strength to strangle her with his bare hands."
Holy shit that sounds bad.
"Does the defendant understand the charges as they have been stated against him?" Judge Bray asks.
"Yes, your Honor," Page replies.
"And at this time, how does the defendant plead?"
"He pleads not guilty, your Honor, and would like to proceed with a jury trial," she answers.
"Very well," the judge replies and then glances down in front of him. "Let's go ahead and calendar the case for the July seventh term of court. Any objections from the defendant or the state?"
"No, your Honor," Page responds.
"No objection, your Honor," District Attorney Franklin answers.
"Motions will be due two weeks from today, on June sixteenth, and all responses to motions are due three weeks from today, on June twenty-third. We'll have a hearing on any motions or allow for a change of plea on June thirtieth at nine a.m. Mr. Franklin, does the state wish to ask for another detention hearing?"
"No, your Honor. The defendant has already posted a fifty thousand dollar secured bond, and voluntarily appeared today, so at this time the State will not request detention."
Page lets out a breath, so I take that to be a good thing.
"All right. Let's move on. Mr. Franklin, call your next case."
Before I know it Page is already walking off toward the swinging gate without me. I follow, and she nods toward the back when she looks over at Jude and my dad, which I take to mean we're leaving. Thank fuck. This shit is stressing me the hell out.
When we step out into the hallway Page turns to me. "Go ahead on to the car with your dad and Jude. Don’t talk to anyone or make any statements."
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
She digs in her briefcase and holds up a manila envelope. "I need to drop this off by the DA's office, then I'll meet you out there."
"You sure you'll be okay by yourself?" I ask.
"Yeah, it won't take but a second."
"I'd rather wait for you."
"Fine," she says through
clenched teeth, then she takes off down the hall.
"Whew, glad that's over," Jude says from beside me.
"I'm sorry it was so goddamn stressful for you," I respond sarcastically.
"Both of you hush," Dad hisses. “Eyes and ears everywhere.”
"Page will be right back then we can leave," I tell them.
"Incoming," Jude says before a herd of women converges on us with loud squeals and more OMGs than a teenager's text message log.
"I am such a huge fan," one of the blondes at the front says to me as she invades my personal space. "I know you're innocent, and the slut is lying about all that shit. Can I have your autograph?"
"Um, sure," I agree with a polite smile.
Handing me a black marker she holds out her shirt on which I scribble my name quickly across the bottom.
After her, they come one right after another wanting pictures or autographs. A few even give me phone numbers and offer to fuck me. It isn't unusual, but now it just feels…inappropriate. Every few seconds I scan the growing crowd of people until I finally spot Page. Annnd...based on her narrowed eyes and pursed lips, she looks pissed.
"Thank you all for your support," I say as I walk away from them, moving toward her.
"Ready?" I ask.
She narrows her blue eyes and turns away, starting toward the exit without a word.
"Jude!" I yell for him, and he extracts himself from a group of women. Hell, even my dad is talking to two older ladies.
I brace myself for what waits just outside and walk quickly through the parking lot, looking forward to getting away from this place and being alone again with Page. After we're in the car pulling away, I finally can’t hold it in any longer.
"What the hell was that about?" I ask her.
"It doesn't matter. I'm stuck representing you now," Page replies, staring out her window. "And I told you to stay away from women, especially in the freaking courthouse!"
"Stuck representing me? That's nice fucking phrasing. You were trying to get out, weren't you?"
"I should withdraw. I need to withdraw. I'm clearly conflicted out."