“But why on the bus?” Tessa demanded. “Why not just give her the money for a plane ticket?”
“Look, it was my choice and I made it, alright?” Jax snapped. He’d finally had enough. “You don’t have to like it, Tess, but you will fucking respect it. Understand?”
Tessa narrowed her blue eyes at him. “Sure Jax,” she said, a fake smile on her face. “Whatever you say.”
She dropped back on her bed and picked up a book, pretending to ignore him.
Jax sighed and stood up, nursing his beer. With a nod towards Kane, he moved back into his room, dropping the curtain into place.
He could hear the sound of the shower, and his balls tightened as he imagined Amaranth’s naked body writhing beneath the hot water.
He made a mental note to fuck her in the shower at least once.
Jax sat on the edge of his bed and took a mouthful of his beer.
Why the hell had he agreed to drive Amaranth back to Michigan? Tessa certainly made a valid point – he could have paid for her flight home.
But the truth was, he’d lusted after Amaranth for the past six years of his life. Fate had thrown him a proverbial bone, and if he didn’t take this chance now, it wasn’t likely to ever come again.
Better to fuck her senseless now, than regret not doing so later.
“Jax?” Tessa’s voice sounded outside the curtain and he stood, opening the curtain to find her standing there a little sheepishly, a full plastic bag in her hand.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking the bag she offered.
Tessa blushed and ducked her head. “I just thought she may like some clean clothes,” she said.
Jax looked at her skeptically.
“Look,” she said, brushing her long hair out of her face, eyes flashing angrily. “Just take them, alright?”
“What’s with this attitude, Tess?” he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Nothing,” she sighed. “I guess I’m just tired. I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Alright,” he agreed. “Goodnight lovely.”
“Goodnight,” she said quietly, turning and walking unsteadily back to her own room as the bus pitched forward and slowly rumbled out of the parking lot.
They were on their way.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and rummaged through the bag. There was an assortment of punk style skirts, tops, pants and even a brand new pair of fishnet stockings.
Jax adjusted his jeans as he felt his cock harden once more at the thought of Amaranth in fishnets.
There was no underwear in the bag, most likely due to sanitary reasons, and he made a mental note to have Toby send one of the assistants to Victoria’s Secret first thing tomorrow.
He grabbed a black top with long mesh sleeves, a short tartan skirt and the fishnets from the bag. Standing, he made his way on unsteady feet to the bathroom door, gripping the handle as the bus turned a corner.
He knocked, but there was no answer. Pushing open the door, he froze when he saw the silhouette of Amaranth’s lithe body behind the shower curtain, undulating under the water as steam rose from the top.
He stood, transfixed, as her hands cupped her breasts beneath the water. He could clearly see her fingertips lightly pinch her nipples, before her hands continued their exploration of her body, down the flat planes of her stomach and between her legs. He clearly heard her audible moan as she touched herself.
He shifted uncomfortably as his cock sprang to attention, his balls aching as they rubbed against his jeans.
He had to get out of there.
Placing the clothes down on the clean basin, he stepped out of the bathroom and quietly closed the door, taking a deep breath. He had to get himself under control, he had to be the one in charge. She’d evaded him for far too long, he couldn’t waste this opportunity by acting like a horny teenager.
The shower stopped and he turned back to the door, perversely listening for any sounds. Through the door he heard the sweet sound of her voice as she hummed. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he recognized the melody – it was Bonnie & Clyde – the song he’d written for her back in high school, and Manacle’s number one hit!
Her humming stopped, and he raced back to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning over with his forearms resting on his knees, hoping he looked nonchalant.
The bathroom door opened and he glanced up, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Big mistake.
Amaranth entered the main bedroom area, drying her long hair with a white towel.
Tessa’s clothes fit her like a glove, and Jax was almost tempted to wipe his chin, sure that he was drooling.
Her tits poked invitingly out of the shirt, and her long legs were perfectly toned beneath the leather skirt. He found himself offering up a quick prayer that she would bend over so that he could have a better look.
Someone up there must have heard him, because all of a sudden the bus lurched and she pitched forward, landing face down… directly on his lap.
He sucked in a breath as he caught sight of her bare ass beneath the short skirt.
No panties.
She moved on his lap, trying to get up. Jax grabbed her hips and held her perfectly still, closing his eyes as he took a few deep breaths in an attempt to slow the fire that burned low in his stomach.
“Stay still,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“Jax,” Amaranth whimpered, wriggling against him once more.
His hands firmly around her waist, he lifted her up and placed her back on her feet between his knees.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her belly, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. She smelled of vanilla and citrus, the perfume making him light headed with desire.
His fingers left her hips, trailing a slow path down the back of her thighs and back up to her ass. His palms cupped it, stroking lightly and she moaned low in her throat, her hands going to the back of his shoulders, gripping his long hair in her fists.
She tugged it hard, and he was lost.
With a low growl he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, flipping them both around so that she was on her back in his bed, he laying heavily on top of her.
His mouth pressed hotly against hers, his teeth nipping lightly at her full bottom lip.
Amaranth gasped into his mouth as his hand crept up her stomach to her breast, finding the sensitive nipple beneath the flimsy black singlet. Her back ached as his fingers deftly plucked at it, twisting it slightly until it was nothing more than a hardened pebble.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling it so hard that for a second it felt as though she would tear it out from the root.
But that only spurred him on more.
Yanking her singlet up, his lips fastened on the ignored nipple and he heard her cry out as he suckled.
Pulling his mouth away from her breast, he slapped a hand across her mouth, silencing her with a nod towards the curtain.
When she nodded her understanding, he slowly removed his hand from her mouth and moved south, sitting back on his knees and flicking her short skirt up around her hips, biting back a groan.
Her pussy was waxed and smooth, glistening with her juices.
Using the tip of his index finger, he ran it lightly over the soft folds.
Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he pressed one finger inside her as he watched her face contort.
She was more than ready.
Removing his hand from between her legs, he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock.
He was already as hard as a rock, the tip wet with pre-cum. This was going to be fast.
Grabbing a condom from the box that sat on the table next to the bed, he unrolled one down his length before grabbing her legs and pressing them back, almost up to her chest, opening her up for him to see.
Lining himself up with her slick entrance, he pressed the head of his cock against her, looking into her eyes for approval.
She said nothing, but grabbed his hair as the tip of his cock ease
d inside her tight entrance.
He gritted his teeth, trying to be gentle, but Amaranth was having none of that.
She pulled his hair, hard, and he responded by slamming into her, all the way to the hilt.
Amaranth gasped and arched up off the bed, her fists still balled up in his long hair.
Jax pulled out almost all the way, then pistoned back in, stretching her, filling her.
He could already feel his balls tightening, and he closed his eyes as he fought against the urge to cum too quickly, wanting her to enjoy it as much as him.
He didn’t need to worry about Amaranth though, as she clearly knew exactly what she wanted.
He watched in fascination as she brought one of her hands to her mouth, sucking two fingers before moving them between their bodies. He bit back a groan as her fingers grazed against the base of his cock as she found her clit and began rubbing it in small, quick circles, her eyes closing as she gasped and tightened around him.
Jax moved faster, pressing her legs wider apart. He so badly wanted to cum, but he couldn’t… not until she did.
Just when he thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, he felt her clamp down around his cock, her soft insides pulsing against him, milking him.
He renewed his efforts, beads of sweat breaking out along his brow as he picked up speed.
With one final thrust, he came with a deep, shuddering sigh.
He lay there for a few moments on top of her, struggling to regain his breath. When he finally moved she stayed silent, and he was briefly worried that he may have hurt her somehow. He hadn't exactly been gentle.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, shifting to his side and laying his head on one of the pillows, staring at her.
She didn't answer for a moment, but when she turned her head there was a distinctly sad look on her beautiful face.
"I'm okay," she answered.
She was lying, they both knew it, but Jax didn't pressure her.
Rolling onto his back, he placed his hands behind his head and watched as she moved off the bed and adjusted her clothes.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.
She paused from fixing her hair and looked at him with a small smile. "Starving," she admitted.
Jax sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, glancing out the window of the bus. "We should be stopping soon," he said. "We'll get something to eat then."
Amaranth said nothing and he narrowed his eyes, what was she hiding?
The bus slowed down and he looked out the window, noticing that they were pulling into a truck stop with a little fifties style diner.
He stood and pulled a fresh shirt from the chest of drawers by the bed, pulling it on over his black singlet. Grabbing a hair tie he pulled his long dark hair back into a low ponytail.
He glanced at her, noticing she was yet to move from where she stood, frozen.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
She gave her head a small shake. "I'm not hungry," she replied. Unfortunately for her, right at that moment her stomach decided to rumble loudly, causing Jax to chuckle.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked. "What's going on, Amaranth?"
"I don't have any money," she sighed.
Jax was confused. "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.
"I can't pay," she said, holding her arms out in a shrug.
"Oh please," he scoffed. "I'm not about to let you starve. You're my guest for the next few days."
"Jax..." Amaranth began uncertainly.
"No," he insisted. "I don't want to hear another word about it, okay?"
"Okay," she said, smiling.
"Good," Jax answered. "Now get your beautiful ass off this bus."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Amaranth," Kane said with a smile as he slid up to her at the counter.
"Hi Kane," she said, flashing him a dimpled smile as she brushed her long dark hair out of her face.
Jax gritted his teeth and placed his hand around her waist, pulling her into his side. He surprised himself with his reaction, it was almost as though he was jealous.
He shook that thought off quickly. He couldn't be jealous, he just knew what kind of guy Kane was. As the band flirt, Kane would swoop in, get Amaranth on her back for a few days and then fuck off.
Jax's hand tightened around Amaranth's waist. No, he conceded. I am jealous. I can't stand the idea of anyone but her touching me.
And why should he? Amaranth was his for the next five days, and he was going to make damn sure that he didn't waste a single moment.
"I've been living in LA for about five years," Amaranth was saying to Kane, who hung dotingly on her every word.
Jax gritted his teeth in aggravation. He hated that he was jealous of his own best friend, but when it came to Amaranth, all bets were off.
"Come on," he said to her, leading her over to a booth and watching as she slid in, her short skirt hiking up around the tops of her thighs, causing Jax to remember that she wore nothing beneath.
His cock began to harden again, and he groaned, sliding into the booth opposite her, adjusting his dick in his jeans.
Amaranth smiled at him and sunk lower in her chair.
"What are you doing?" he asked, uneasily.
Amaranth said nothing, but that wicked smile stayed on her face, and a few seconds later he jumped as he felt her foot brush against the seam of his jeans, causing his cock to twitch.
"Amaranth," he warned in a low voice. "Don't start a game that you can't win."
Still she said nothing.
He closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the table as she moved her toes around his cock, rubbing him through his jeans.
She was a witch, and she had him under her spell. He was helpless to stop her.
"Here you go," the young blonde waitress said as she placed their plates of burgers and fries on the table. "Would you like something else?" she asked, leaning forward and giving Jax an eyeful of her cleavage.
Unfortunately though, he was otherwise occupied, and unable to focus on anything but Amaranth's toes.
"Cock," he choked out, immediately regretting it when Amaranth's eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"Coke," he corrected as he struggled to sit up straight, putting his hand beneath the table to remove her foot from his crotch. "Please."
"Coming right up," the blonde said with a wink and she turned and walked away, a suggestive wiggle to her hips.
Jax sighed and slumped forward, resting his arms on the table.
Amaranth grinned at him. "Are you okay?" she asked wickedly.
"I'm okay," he said, sitting back up straight and giving her a hard look. "But I can't say the same for your ass when we get back on that bus."
Amaranth paled slightly, but he didn't let that deter him.
Jax picked up a single French fry and bit the end of it as he stared at her thoughtfully. Amaranth was an enigma. A puzzle that he just had to solve. She hadn't let him make her cum either time he'd tried.
Jax wasn't a vain person, but he knew that he was good with his hands. It just didn't make sense.
The waitress brought their drinks but he ignored her flirtatious smiles, his attention solely on Amaranth.
"Hey guys," Tessa said as she slid in next to Jax at the booth. He saw Amaranth roll her eyes as she took a mouthful of her coke, and he had to suppress a grin. Clearly, these two women weren't going to get along.
"Hey Tess," he nodded as she flashed him a dimpled smile. "What's going on?"
"Toby says we need to be back on the road in five minutes," she paused and looked Amaranth up and down. "I see my clothes fit."
"Yes," Amaranth replied. "Thank you for lending them to me."
"Keep them," Tessa said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "They look better on you anyway."
"That's for sure," Kane said as he slid into the booth next to Amaranth and stole a handful of her fries.
Jax eyed him with amusement. "You right?" he asked
, nodding to the fries in the drummer's hand.
Kane grinned, fries sticking out of his mouth.
Amaranth laughed, and Jax turned to look at her.
Her laugh was quiet, but just a little gritty. It came out almost as a gasp of pleasure, and Jax had to close his eyes briefly to settle the sudden flare of heat that struck his groin.
"Hey, guys," Toby said from the doorway, waving them over. "Let's go."
Kane groaned and slid out of the booth, holding his hand out to Amaranth.
She giggled and placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her out of the diner.
Jax's hands formed fists beneath the table as Kane blatantly looked down at Amaranth's ass, then back at Jax, giving him an exaggerated wink.
He hated Kane looking at her like that, but he supposed he couldn't really blame him. Amaranth really did have the perfect ass... he couldn't wait to destroy it later.
***
Jax was in a foul mood. It was almost three am, and his balls were so full they were starting to ache.
Kane had been teaching Amaranth how to play cards for the past four hours. He shared stories of life on the road, and constantly dropped the cards he held, making her pick them up.
Jax couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but he was sure that Kane did that so that she would bend over, giving Jax a perfect view of her still-bare ass beneath her short skirt.
He swallowed another mouthful of beer and scowled as Amaranth laughed at something Kane had said.
What the fuck was she laughing at? He was just as funny as Kane. Christ, but he was horny. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his jeans in an effort to give his poor balls some relief.
"Are you okay?" Tessa asked, sitting down next to him.
Too close.
"Yeah," Jax answered, clearing his throat as he moved over just a little to put some space between them. "I'm good."
"You know," she said, sliding closer again. "We could make our own fun," she brought her mouth to his lips and whispered. "They wouldn't even know we were gone."
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