by Piper Rayne
“This is probably a horrible idea,” he murmurs.
“We don’t have to dance.”
He circles us around the floor. “I want to. That’s the problem. Hell, if you would’ve caught the bouquet, I probably would’ve fought every guy for that garter belt just to put it on you with my teeth.”
His willingness to tell me his every thought takes me aback.
“Did you take some sort of truth serum?” I ask.
He draws back so he can see my face. “No.”
We continue dancing, and I notice the woman from earlier that he was talking to is watching us from one of the side doors. She doesn’t even try to turn away when she sees me notice her.
“Who is that woman?” I ask.
He turns us to see and sighs. “That’s Naomi.”
“Okay?”
“She’s a girl we knew in high school.” He glances around as though he wants to make sure no one will overhear him. “She was Dylan’s girlfriend back then, and I slept with her.”
“What?” I’ve always known Jax doesn’t do the straight and narrow, but I’ve never known him to be as horrible as that.
“Not my proudest moment for sure. Dylan and I made amends when I returned. She was always playing us against one another. It’s stupid really.”
I glance back at her and see that she’s still watching us with avid interest. “Well, I think she wants another few rounds with you.”
He nods. “I know she does. That’s why she thinks you’re my girlfriend.”
A stabbing sensation assaults my heart. “Is that why we’re dancing?”
“Not at all.” He turns me so that we get lost in a sea of people. “We’re dancing because I want to be near you. I couldn’t give a shit what she thinks.”
“I’m so confused about what you want,” I say, unwinding myself from his hold. Jax is the king of mixed signals lately.
He runs a hand through his hair. “I want you, Frankie, but I shouldn’t.” He looks as if it pains him to say the words.
“I can’t keep playing this back and forth between us.” I walk off the dance floor.
He grabs my wrist, pulling me back, circling us around. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you. But I’m not any good at this. I don’t do relationships. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but I show up at your apartment and you look like you do right now… how can I possibly keep myself from wanting you?”
“So what, I shouldn’t dress up?”
He leans in, his lips falling to my collarbone. “God, no. You’re gorgeous, stunningly beautiful. I want to undress you right here.”
“Jax,” I sigh, not sure what to say to that.
“Tell me I’m wrong. That you don’t want me too?”
“I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
He tugs on my hand, and we leave the reception without saying any goodbyes. We file into an Uber after he calls one, and the ride home is pure torture.
I should ask him what’s going to happen after tonight, but part of me doesn’t want to know. I know that makes me weak, but I’ve taken so many for the team. I want this one thing for myself. One sober night with Jax to allow him to show me how I should be treated.
His hand lifts my dress in the darkness of the back seat, his fingers grazing along the outside of my panties. I hold his wrist to stop him from going any further because I want to cherish every orgasm. I want to scream and moan and not have to bite my lip to be quiet when I come on his hand.
When we reach my apartment, Jax takes the keys from me. On the elevator, he corners me, the back of his hand sliding down over my nipples and they pebble immediately. His lips land on my collarbone again, traveling around to my neck as his hand molds to my hip. He turns me around, and his lips land on the back of my neck.
The elevator dings at my floor all too soon, and he whispers, “That’s one.”
We walk down to my apartment and he lets us in. Flipping the locks on the door, we see a note from Sandy.
Jolie wanted to bring Gumdrop, so I’ve got them both.
I’ve never wanted to kiss Sandy more in my life. If one of us had to let the dog out right now, I might’ve screamed.
“I’m going to sit in that chair and you’re going to take off your dress for me. I want to see the moon illuminate your body.” He unzips my side zipper to make it easier, then he sits in the chair, his hand gripping his cock through his dress pants.
I’ve never been more aroused in my life. My panties are soaked through by now and my insides clench as I lower one strap then the other, allowing the top of my dress to fall to my waist, exposing my bare breasts.
He groans, his hand continuing to grip his dick through his pants. “Turn around and slide it over your ass,” he says in a rough voice.
I do as he instructs and shimmy the dress down. It falls to the floor after it clears the round globes of my ass. He groans again, and this time it’s so deep, it’s more of a growl. My hands move to the sides of my panties.
“I’ll take care of those. Come here,” he whispers as if someone else in my apartment might hear us.
The sound of a zipper fills the small room, and when I turn around to walk toward him, I see his pants are open and his cock is out. He opens his legs wider and my hands twitch, wanting to touch his hard length, to feel the weight of him in my palm. He leans forward, his fingers hooking on to the sides of my panties, and he slides them down my legs. His palms run up my calves to my thighs to my ass before he thrusts me forward and I lose my balance and straddle him.
“You shaved for me?” His hands continue to run over my legs, diving between my thighs. “You even trimmed for me, huh?”
“Who says it was for you? I just wanted to feel pretty,” I lie.
He chuckles, taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation as he twirls his tongue around my hardened nipple before he sucks almost my entire tit into his mouth. He moves to the other side and repeats the same delicious torture. My fingers grip his hair, not wanting him to stop.
He rests his chin on my chest. “That’s two.”
I unbutton his shirt, needing to feel his skin on mine. He puts his hands on the side of the chair as though he prefers to torture himself and not touch me while I undress him. After I splay his shirt open to see his ink that is so perfectly placed with the thoughtfulness only an artist would have, my hand travels down his abs until I wrap it around his hard cock. He bucks into my hand and I smirk.
“I guess I have to do some finding myself, huh? Unless you want to tell me your three erogenous zones?” I kiss him, practically melting into him.
One of his hands lands on the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. He deepens the kiss and I shudder. His tongue is amazing, sending pulsing waves of pleasure right between my legs.
“You’re on one right now.” He bucks his hips up.
I’m not sure I have the willpower to continue this slow exploration when I really want him to pick me up and take me against the wall. “Hmmm, what else could there be?”
I pull back and his lips travel the length of my neck, his hands on the back of my head putting me in the position he wants me in. I crawl off his lap and fall to my knees in front of him. He shrugs off his shirt and I pull off his boxers and slacks, disposing of them with my dress on the floor. Then I take off each sock. Soon we’re both naked except for the heels I still have on.
I run my hands up his legs, placing a feather-light touch behind his knees and getting no reaction. I take hold of his cock and place the tip at my mouth.
He moves my hair out of my face to see me. “That’s two.”
I lick his length from base to tip, the whole time maintaining eye contact with him. “It’s not the same one?”
“Different feel. Hand first. Mouth second.” I shake my head at his absurdity, but he leans forward and picks me up from under my arms. “Want me to show you the third?”
I straddle his waist as he walks us back to m
y bedroom. “I can think of two other holes your dick can go into, and I hate to break it to you, I’m not game for one of them.”
He chuckles and drops me on the bed. “I guess you’ll find out.” He winks. “But first I have to finish with your erogenous zones.”
His face disappears between my thighs. That’s when I learn that Jax’s fingers aren’t his only talented part—so is his mouth.
Chapter Nineteen
Jax
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I don’t think I could ever tire of Frankie’s taste. Her fingers grip the back of my head as I lick her pussy, concentrating on her nub. Knowing that I have to tease her, I draw away from and nibble on her inner thighs, running my tongue over the soft skin and allowing my scruff to cause friction. She attempts to close her legs as if it’s all too much, but I slide my hands up her thighs and force her to spread herself for me.
“Jax,” she sighs.
I say nothing as I flick my tongue on her swollen nub then retract, driving her crazy as her pelvis rises off the bed and chases my tongue.
“Please,” she begs.
I go back and concentrate on her other thigh, circling my tongue. I push a finger inside her and she bolts up, her eyes drowning with ecstasy. Using two fingers now, I slowly glide them in and out while staring up at her and massaging her clit with my tongue. She’s so hot when she’s this close to coming. I can read her expressions and her moans, and I know she needs one more finger before she flies off into ecstasy.
When I add a third finger, her eyes widen and her hand clamps down on my wrist, her legs tightening around my head. She cries out, then she’s there. I watch as she comes apart on my fingers.
“That’s three,” I murmur.
She falls back to the mattress and her legs widen after her orgasm has sucked away any energy she had. I lick her taste off my fingers while getting on my knees and positioning her hips for her pussy to meet the tip of my dick. She intently watches my fingers move in and out of my mouth, and by the time I thrust inside her, she’s more than ready to coat my cock with her arousal.
“Oh God,” she cries out, her hands falling to her tits and squeezing them. “That feels so good. Too good.”
I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had my share of women in my bed. But Frankie, watching her unravel for me could be addicting—a high I would chase relentlessly because lately I feel as if there’s a part of me who was put on this earth to make her happy. And she’s clearly happy when I’m inside her.
“Jax. I can’t. Not again.” Her head whips side to side, her dark hair splaying across the mattress.
“You can, baby, just relax and enjoy.”
I grip her hips and tug her closer, my balls slapping against her ass. I was a shameless bastard taking her from behind the first time. Scared that if I took her face-to-face, I’d feel just like I do right now. As if we’re two puzzle pieces that might fit together. But the problem is she’s all smooth edges and mine are jagged and sharp and I’m bound to cause damage if I try to push us together.
Her body twists and turns, rises and falls on the mattress as she takes the pleasure I’m forcing on her. She rises off the bed, bending forward. I lean toward her, allowing our lips to touch for a second before she falls back to the mattress, my name on her lips as her insides pulse against my straining cock.
“Jaxxxx.”
I bend her legs forward once she’s recovered. “Now it’s time for my third erogenous zone.”
A look of fear crosses her face and I chuckle, unable to go through with my joke. I position one of her smooth-as-silk legs to rest on my chest and the other straight out to her side. I pull my dick completely out of her pussy and push in to the hilt. She sighs as though she could come a third time.
Drilling in and out of her, I unapologetically take what I want. Frankie seems to get more turned on the rougher I am. I chase my orgasm, trying to push all of my feelings out of the equation, but I can’t deny that when her fingers run down my chest, the perfect scrape of her nails makes me lose my battle, pumping into her before I still and spill into her.
Once I’ve come down from my orgasm, panic sets in. “Shit, we didn’t use protection.”
She smiles. “I have an IUD, no worries as long as you’re clean.”
Thank God. Where the fuck was my head? “After your sex bet with me, I haven’t been with anyone but you since my last test.”
“That makes two of us,” she says.
I lie down next to her and our breathing normalizes. She’s so close but so far away. I’ve never wanted to be close to a woman after I’ve had sex with them. Usually I’m already getting dressed after I dispose of the condom, so this feeling is new, and I can’t decide if it’s unwanted or not.
She rolls over and throws her arm over my chest. “I’m starving. Pizza?”
Yeah, we’re gonna go with this tonight. “You read my mind.” She giggles and shifts to climb off the bed, but I roll over, caging her to the mattress. “Allow me.”
I kiss her, and she opens her thighs so my hips fall between them. I could definitely make this my new home. But I kiss her one more time and get off the bed in search of pizza.
The pizza box sits in the middle of her living room, the television showing a repeat of Friends. I bend forward, my hand falling to her cheek, and I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She smiles when I close the kiss. “What was that for?”
I shrug. “I just wanted to kiss you.”
My truthfulness seems to make her smile grow. Her head falls to the side and she examines me. Oh shit, she’s going to ask me something I can’t answer, or don’t want to answer.
“I need to ask you a question.” The tentative vibe in her voice says I should have kept my lips off hers.
“Yeah?” I wipe my hands and sip some of my water.
“What are we doing?”
I blow out a breath. I’m not prepared for this conversation, although I should’ve been before I slept with her a second time. The first time could be chalked up to us drinking and needing an escape after being at the lawyer’s office that day. What happened tonight cannot.
“I’m not sure,” I answer.
She nods and turns her attention back to the television.
I place my finger under her chin and bring her eyes to face mine again. “That’s not to say this is nothing… I’m just worried it could end horribly.”
“Why do you think you can’t be in a relationship? Honestly. Have you ever honestly tried?”
I open my mouth to give her my typical answer. I didn’t grow up seeing examples of successful marriages. I saw fighting, fists flying, verbal and physical abuse.
But before I can speak, she continues, “I’m not looking for a wedding ring. I have a little girl to consider and her heart is already in her hands, waiting for you to accept it. The worst thing I could do as a mother is involve myself with someone who doesn’t want to accept her. But you told me on that dance floor tonight that you felt it.” Her finger moves between us. “This new energy between us. Don’t you want to see where it could go?”
She’s so strong and brave to open herself up like this and show me her vulnerability.
“You’ll probably want to break up with me tomorrow morning,” I say.
She nods. “Probably.”
“I’m bound to ruin this.”
“Definitely.” She’s smiling. “I’m not the type of woman who’s going to beg you, Jax. Don’t get me wrong, this is amazing. I wouldn’t mind getting fucked by you on the regular, but booty calls and casual sex went out the window when she was born.” She pats my knee. “All I ask is that if you can’t give your full energy to this, then let’s leave it be after tonight.”
She stands, and I watch her walk into the kitchen. I sit there for a moment, the annoying laugh track on Friends making me feel as though they’re laughing at me for thinking I could even entertain a real relationship. Then I think of Jolie. Frankie’s right—it’s not just about us. If thin
gs don’t work out, I know myself well enough to know I’ll flee, which means I’m leaving behind a little girl who would think she did something wrong. But at the same time, being with Frankie makes me feel like a better person. Like maybe there’s more potential inside me than I think.
I push off the floor and walk into the kitchen. She’s pulled a carton of ice cream from the freezer and the first spoonful is resting at her lips. I take the carton and spoon from her and place them on the counter. I press my hands on either side of her cheeks and seal my lips on hers. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I place my hands on her hips, hoisting her up onto the counter.
“You thought we bickered before? You’re gonna get annoyed with telling me what to do,” I murmur into her neck, licking my way up her earlobe.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be happy with the make-up sex.”
I draw back and pretend I’m going to leave her a wanting mess on the counter, but she locks her ankles around my waist and laughs.
“We’ll figure it out together,” she says, resting her forehead against mine. “I’m no expert either.”
My hands slide up the hem of her T-shirt and she sheds it, so I suck her tit into my mouth. I guess there are pluses to being in a relationship—mainly the fact I won’t have to pretend not to want her every minute of the day.
“Jax,” she moans, her fingers sliding through my hair as my hand grazes down her torso and slips under the waistband of her pajama pants, finding her slick and wet.
Yeah, I am definitely seeing some plus sides to us trying this dating thing.
She pulls back for a moment and I’m the one groaning. “I don’t think we should tell Jolie right away. No sleepovers and no public displays of affection until we’re really sure this is going somewhere.”