Jax:: A Gritty Bad Boy MC Romance

by Ali Parker

  I liked making her wait. I liked the way she looked at me, eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Not yet, baby,” I managed through gritted teeth. Not blowing my load right away was a struggle with Holly. She was way too sexy, way too wet, and my body was aching for the release. “Not yet.”

  She groaned. It was a frustrated, uncontrolled sound, and it was almost enough for me to give her what she so desperately wanted. But I knew if I waited just a little longer, it would be worth it.

  Holly began rolling her hips as she pulled me closer to her for more kisses. She bit my bottom lip and slipped her tongue between my teeth. Her hips grinding beneath mine had me gripping the edges of the countertop she lay on.

  Knowing I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled out and plunged myself back into her over and over. Her juices coated my cock when she came, and she was reduced to a quivering puddle under me.

  I wanted to take her somewhere more comfortable.

  I wrapped my hands around her lower back and lifted her from the counter with my cock still in her pussy. I carried her that way up the stairs to my bedroom. I walked her to the bed and laid her down. Kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her ankles to spread her wide.

  She ran her hand down my stomach as I fucked her. When she reached my lower stomach, she let her hand fall to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. The sight of her touching herself had me seeing stars.

  I slowed down and released her ankles, letting her legs fall to my sides. I reached for the clasp of her bra between her breasts and flicked it apart. It popped open, exposing her full, perky breasts, and descended upon them ravenously.

  Holly’s hands were in my hair again as I worshipped her breasts with my lips.

  When I had my fill, we came apart, and I flipped her over. She got to her knees, but I put a hand in the small of her back and pushed her back down on the mattress. Holly looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass.

  I slapped it, and she let out a surprised but delighted yelp and lifted her ass off the bed.

  She was such a good girl, but she liked it rough.

  I ran my cock up and down her wet pussy, and she held herself in the air for me. She reached back and spread herself open with a hand on either ass cheek.

  She was a wonderful sight.

  I dipped a finger inside her pussy and one in her ass. She sighed and pressed her forehead to the bed as I banged her, and right when she was about to come again, I replaced my finger in her pussy with my cock.

  “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the blanket.

  When she came again, she could barely keep her ass in the air, so I leaned over her, forcing her to lie flat beneath me as I plunged in and out of her. Holly was a breathless vixen, and her sighs pulled me to the brink of my climax.

  I froze, her pussy clenching around my shaft. I wasn’t done with her yet.

  She peered up at me out of the corner of her eye, and I kissed her shoulder blade and then her neck. I traced my free hand up her spine to settle at the base of her neck. I massaged her gently and began slowly fucking her. Her eyes closed and she craned her head back to the ceiling. I gathered her hair in my fist and held her in place as I quickened my thrusts.

  Her ass jiggled every time my thighs smacked into her. Her breaths were ragged and short now, and her eyes were closed as I held her in place and buried my cock in her over and over until we both succumbed to our orgasms.

  Holly’s hair tumbled over her shoulders and in front of her face when I released it, and she pressed her hands to her face.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed. Her voice was hoarse from screaming.

  I smacked her ass again as I pulled out, and she giggled when I collapsed beside her and rested my hand on my stomach. “I’d say.”

  Holly laid her cheek on the bed and peered up at me out of the corner of the eye that wasn’t hidden by blankets. “Maybe skipping dinner wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had.”

  I chuckled and rested a hand on her thigh. Her skin was silky soft, and I couldn’t keep my hand still. I needed to feel her, even when she lifted that leg and hooked it over mine. “You’re hungry?”

  Holly nodded and stifled a yawn. “Starved.”

  I twisted around to peer at the clock on my nightstand. It was only ten o’clock. “You want to run out and get something? There should still be plenty of places open to choose from.”

  Holly propped herself up and rested her chin on her knuckles. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lips. “You know, I don’t need anything fancy. I’d kill for a real greasy pizza and a can of soda. Just you and me.”

  That sounded like paradise.

  My stomach growled, selling me out, and Holly patted my chest. “Come on, big boy. Let’s order. Let me guess, you’re a meat lovers kind of guy?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “We both know you’re a meat lover’s kind of gal.”

  She popped me in the chest as she got to her knees on the bed and gathered her hair into a ponytail. I couldn’t help myself as I admired her tits, lean stomach, and pale, silvery tiger stripes along her lower belly.

  “I am a meat lovers fan,” Holly chimed, noticing me staring at her body. She squeezed her boobs together playfully and bit her bottom lip.

  “Fuck, woman, cut that shit out. I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

  I sat up as Holly hopped off the bed and went to my dresser. She paused to look back at me. “Can I borrow a shirt?”

  “Yeah. Top right drawer.”

  Holly dressed in one of my navy T-shirts, which hung around the middle of her thighs. She looked hot as sin in it, and I made sure she knew I thought so as I passed her. I grabbed her ass, spun her around, and set her on the dresser while I grabbed sweats and a shirt for myself.

  When I was dressed, I stepped between her legs and kissed the very tip of her nose. “After we eat, you’d better be ready for some more of that.”

  “You’d better order then. I’m bad at waiting.”

  I chuckled deeply and ordered the pizza as Holly slipped into the washroom. I gave her some privacy and waited for her in my living with two glasses of water. When Holly joined me, she drank thankfully, downing the entire glass in a less than thirty seconds. Her stomach rumbling had me feeling guilty that I hadn’t taken her to dinner first.

  When the doorbell chimed, I got up from the sofa and paid the delivery guy. I brought the box of cheesy goodness back to the living room, where Holly was waiting for me with her legs neatly crossed underneath herself. I set the pizza down and flipped the lid open as I found myself wishing my shirt was a bit shorter on her.

  We set to work on the pizza, both of us burning our mouths and cursing ourselves for being impatient. Our hunger seemed to win out because we did it a couple more times before we were able to enjoy our meal without scalding our tongues.

  Holly licked grease from her thumb and nestled comfortably into the corner of the sofa. She stifled a yawn as I packed up the rest of the pizza and got comfortable beside her.

  “Tired?” I asked, tilting my head.

  She shrugged and indulged in a short stretch. She cracked her spine as she lifted arms over her head. At the same time, the hemline of the T-shirt she wore crept upward, flashing me a brief view of her perfect, shaved pussy. I resisted the urge to lick my lips. If my woman needed rest, then rest was what she would have.

  “I’m okay,” she said contently. “I don’t want to waste any alone time I have with you.”

  “And sleeping together would be wasting that time?”

  “I guess not,” she admitted. “But I like this.”

  “Me too.”

  We chatted well into the early morning hours until Holly could barely keep her eyes open. Around four o’clock, I gathered her up into my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. I tucked her under the blankets and slid in beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me.

  She fit perfectly. />
  The scent of her shampoo flooded my nose as I tucked my chin into the groove of her shoulder. I listened to her deep, even breaths as she grew more and more relaxed.

  “I thought you were going to show me a wild time again before bed.” Her voice was the softest whisper.

  I nuzzled my cheek against hers. “Hush. There’s always more time for that. You need to sleep.”

  She sighed softly and shimmied her hips back to mine, pressing the curve of her ass into my groin. “There’s nothing I could do to change your mind?”

  I planted a few soft kisses on her neck. “No, baby girl. Get some sleep.”

  Holly mumbled a quiet “good night” and, within a couple of minutes, was fast asleep in my arms.

  Which felt fucking amazing.

  This moment, right here, was the most intimate I had ever been with a woman, and I was overcome with peace as I breathed in the smell of her. It didn’t get any better than this.

  And when it got this good, it usually meant things were about to take a bad turn.

  Chapter 22

  Holly

  “Holly! Let’s go, toots. Chop, chop!”

  I glared up at Talon as I passed through the kitchen to change into a new apron. My whole afternoon had been an absolute shit show at work, and one of the kids at one of my tables had just managed to spill his entire soda all over the front of my jeans.

  “I’m covered in sticky soda,” I grated, “I need two minutes to try to dry off and change into a new apron.”

  “Make it one. The lunch rush has barely gotten started.”

  I rolled my eyes as I blew through the swinging doors from the kitchen to the staff room.

  “I saw that!” Talon called after me.

  I ignored him and went to my locker, where I desperately searched through my bag in hopes that I had, by some miracle, packed an extra pair of jeans. I knew I hadn’t, but I looked anyway.

  I submitted to patting the front of my jeans dry with a paper towel. Then I grabbed a new apron and fastened it around my waist.

  As I was about to turn and head back out to the floor, Claire came in. She sighed and pressed her back to the wall. “I hate afternoon shifts.”

  “I hear you, sister.” I made for the door and stopped to rest a hand on her shoulder. “But they’re usually decent money, right? Helps make up for it.” I winked to try to cheer her up.

  She was exhausted, I could tell. Being a single mom to three boys and then having to come to work at a zoo like The Roost was taking its toll.

  “Decent money. Right.” Claire nodded as if she were attempting to convince herself the shift wouldn’t be that bad.

  I, for one, was certain it would be bad.

  I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Just let me know if you need extra hands out there. We can help each other out and cover our sections if one of us needs five minutes to decompress.”

  She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Holly. I don’t know how I’d survive this place without you.”

  “That’s how I feel about you too. You keep me sane when Talon is having a temper tantrum.”

  Claire giggled, and the two of us returned to the front to resume our serving shifts.

  I greeted my first table with a smile and the best attitude I could slap on.

  The man sitting closest to me looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at my face. I wondered if he usually wore glasses, and the squinting made his vision better.

  “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” I said before diving headlong into the list of daily specials.

  As I went through them, I noticed how out of place all four men at the table were. They were all dressed in suits that probably cost more than my brain could fathom. Rings winked on some of their fingers, and I spotted a tattoo on an odd knuckle. They would have looked more at ease in an underground illegal club playing poker while smoking big, fat cigars out of the corner of their mouths.

  One of them, a man with a shiny bald head and the broadest shoulders I had ever seen on a man, turned slightly to face me. He looked me up and down, starting at my feet, and then gave me a crooked smile that never showed his teeth. My chest tightened and the hairs on my arms stood up.

  Danger.

  He ran his thumb along his jaw before stroking his chin. “Well, hello there,” his eyes flicked to my name tag, “Holly.”

  “Hi.”

  “You don’t look like the sort of girl who should be waiting tables in a place like this,” he purred.

  I internally rolled my eyes but kept my expression neutral as I anticipated a job offer at a sleazy bar where I would probably be expected to wear six-inch heels and lingerie to work.

  “You don’t look like the sort of man to be having lunch at a place like this, either, but here we are.” I delivered the words with a smile and a teasing kind of attitude. I knew how to navigate my way around this kind of customer.

  He chuckled and so did his buddies. “All right, Holly. I hear you. Just a pitcher of beer for me and my boys here.”

  “Anything to eat?”

  “What I want isn’t on the menu, sweet cheeks.”

  This time I couldn’t keep myself from rolling my eyes. “Listen, I have a job to do here, nothing else. I’m not going to indulge in this type of conversation every time I come by your table this afternoon, all right?” My tone was sharp and demanding, and I was a little proud of myself for having the nerve to tell him to, in nicer terms, shut the fuck up.

  He chuckled again. “I apologize.”

  I nodded and ran my palms over my apron. “Thank you. I’ll be right back with your beer.”

  I left their table and found myself dreading going back to serve them. I considered seeing if another server would switch sections with me, but as I looked around at the others I could ask, I quickly decided against it. Talon would never step in to help, and the guys at the table would probably scare the shit out of him anyway. And besides Talon, the only others I could ask were younger female servers. I wasn’t going to offer them up like pigs for slaughter to those business goons.

  I held my chin high when I returned to their table with a pitcher of beer and four glasses. I set it all down and didn’t bother filling their glasses for them. Instead, I asked again if they wanted to order food, and they surprised me by all putting in orders.

  Twenty minutes later, when I returned with plates of burgers and fries, the same bald man who had hit on me drummed his fingers on the table.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked, the impulse to pop my hip out like an irritated diva rippling through me. Instead, I put my hand on my hip.

  “No, nothing at all. I just wanted to ask. Do you know Jax?”

  I was hit with a dozen thoughts all at once. The dire ones pressed to the foreground of my mind as I studied the man in front of me.

  These assholes wouldn’t come into The Roost to ask me if I knew Jax unless they already knew I did. Lying would be foolish and could land me in hot water quickly. I wasn’t up for playing any games with men like these. They’d walk circles around me before I knew they had me in their jaws.

  “Yeah. He’s an old friend from high school.”

  “Is he now?”

  I nodded, nervousness fluttering in my belly. “We used to be close, but I moved away and just came back about a month ago. It’s been nice to have at least one person in this crazy city while I find a normal routine again.”

  “You were gone a long time?”

  “Six or so years, yeah.”

  He lifted his eyebrows and took a mouthful of beer. When he swallowed, I noticed a scar bobbing along his Adam’s apple.

  “A piece of advice from someone who has spent a lot of time around men like Jax. You should keep your distance from him, sweetheart. Keep that pretty head of yours down here with all these normal folk.”

  I wanted to tell him to get stuffed. I wanted to tell him I could handle my damn self. I also wanted to defend Jax, who had never done anything to make me consider him not
normal. I pushed down all the urges to spit the words at him and resolved to the less confrontational response instead.

  “I appreciate your concern on my behalf, but trust me, I can take care of myself.”

  “I have no doubt you can, little lady. But this life has a way of eating you up and spitting you out as someone different—something different. Jax should know better than to get you involved in this shit.”

  What shit? I wondered as I bit down hard on my tongue to keep myself from speaking the question aloud. I forced a smile on my lips and shrugged off the conversation. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else or just the bill?”

  “Just the bill, sweets,” the bald one said with a grin.

  When I turned and walked to my register, I half expected him to slap my ass, but he didn’t. I could feel all their eyes burning holes in my back as I went, though, and that was uncomfortable enough.

  I brought the bill back to their table and placed it between them all. “Take your time.” I turned on my heel and didn’t give them the opportunity to strike up another conversation. I wanted these men out of the restaurant as soon as possible, and then I wanted to warn Jax what had happened.

  In all my years knowing him, I had never been questioned by men who certainly didn’t work nine to five jobs. These guys were thugs, criminals, crime lords—who the fuck knew? All I was sure of was that they were dangerous, and now they knew where I worked.

  This left my heart fluttering nervously. If they had come in here to find me, what else did they know about me?

  Did they know I had a son?

  Fuck.

  Did they know where I was living at Kim’s place? Did they know about Kim?

  I untied my apron and hurried into the break room to catch my breath as panic started clawing at my throat.

  I grabbed a bottle of water from my bag and sipped on it as I paced back and forth. I was overreacting. I had to be. If those men really wanted to send a message, it would have been clearer, more direct, and probably violent.