by Alexa Riley
She kissed me back, let me touch her and make her cum. I flip off the light and climb into bed next to her only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I reach for her, pulling her into my body. She turns and wraps her small body around me, making my chest feel tight. She plants a kiss on my neck, mumbling my name. I twine my arm around her, wondering if she’ll feel the same in the bright light of day.
Chapter Five
Mila
Jax stands in my dressing room, arms crossed over his chest, still as a statue. My attention keeps drifting back to him as two stylists work on my hair and makeup. The makeup girl, Kim, has to move my face back to keep working. I’ve probably said sorry thirty times to her now.
“I don’t blame you.” She shoots me a wink of understanding. I drop my gaze to my hands in my lap. I don’t like the tug of jealousy I feel that she noticed he’s hot, too. I have to remind myself that he doesn't belong to me, even if I woke up with his arms wrapped around me while I lay sprawled on his chest, with his very hard cock digging into me.
I lay there watching him for a few minutes until someone came pounding at the door. Jax moved faster than I thought possible for a man of his size. One second I was on top of him and the next he was standing beside the bed pulling a gun from I have no idea where. I probably should have been scared, but seeing him in what I could only call warrior mode had me feeling a whole lot of other things.
My body tingled seeing him standing there, all hard muscles, in nothing but a pair of tight briefs. The combination of the hair on his chest and the scars littering the skin there rendered me weak. It made me wonder why guys on underwear shoots were always clean shaven and lean. I have to say, Jax in a pair of briefs is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve been around models from all over the world.
I still can't believe the things he did to my body last night and how I just passed out on him after. I feel a tad embarrassed about that. Was I supposed to, I don’t know, like, return the favor? I inwardly groan at how bad I am at all of this.
Jax and I haven't had a moment to even talk about it. I’m not sure if I’m grateful or not. What am I supposed to say? “Hey, thanks for the best orgasm of my life”? We were cut off by two people showing up—Rye and some woman. Jax practically shoved me into the bathroom with my suitcase and told me to get dressed.
I hid in there for a good thirty minutes getting ready before I forced myself to get out knowing I needed to leave soon. When I walked into the sitting area, I found Rye eating and the new woman and Jax whispering to each other.
Jax tried to get me to eat something. After bickering for a few minutes, I downed the orange juice and ate a couple of strawberries. I didn’t want to argue in front of people for some odd reason.
Then it was time to go. Jax barely said two words to me after that. It was making me feel needy, something I’ve never been in my life. I was needy for his attention, as crazy as that sounds. I’ve been so independent for years. Normally I want to be left alone until it’s time to do my job. I read on my phone between set changes, but all my mind could focus on was Jax and the woman he’d introduced as Cara.
She looked more his type than me. She was tall and athletic with her jet-black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She was pretty, and I wanted to hate her with how easily she talked with Jax, but she was as freaking nice as could be to me, and I don’t have a mean bone in my body. My mom always says that’s my weakness. I can be too nice. I didn't know there was such a thing.
“All right. I think we got you ready.” Both stylists stand back, and I hop up from the chair. I take a quick look in the mirror before heading over towards the rack of clothes. I grab the first outfit and drop my robe, but then hear a loud curse behind me. When I turn around Jax is standing right behind me, towering over me. “Everyone out,” he barks, making everyone, even me, jump.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I ask. I’m not sure what the problem is. Maybe something new happened with the stalker.
“You’re almost naked.”
I look down. I’m topless with a pair of panties on, but I had my back to everyone. It’s not like anyone could see anything. Besides, it was just me, him and the stylists in here.
“I’m always almost naked,” I laugh. He doesn't find that funny at all, judging from the tic in his jaw. He doesn't move or say anything as his eyes wander over my body, stopping on my breasts. I know my breasts are nice. They’re a little big for my small frame, and they’re real—a rare thing in the industry. I step into my assigned dress and turn, waiting for him to zip up the back for me. His fingers graze my skin as he does so.
When I turn back around, his gaze is heated. He leans down and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but there’s a knock at the door. “Mila. Set’s a go.”
I sigh. “Coming,” I yell back.
“Not yet,” Jax says under his breath, but I catch it as he walks over to the door and flings it open.
Chapter Six
Jax
“You need to relax,” Cara says next to me. If only it were that easy. I grunt a response because there is no way I can fucking relax. It doesn't help that I feel completely useless right now. All I can do is stand here and watch her. I can’t even get any closer to her right now.
“You look over the pictures Sam sent?” she asks. I nod. I looked over everything I could while Mila ate her lunch this afternoon. I had demanded that. She needed a break and it didn't look like the set people were going to be calling one for her, so I did. Not only that, I’d ordered in food for her, too, and I promptly locked us away in her dressing room.
There was no other choice. I needed to look over the files Sam sent me, and I couldn't take my eyes off Mila for a second unless I had her locked away with me. After ten minutes of fighting with her once again about eating, she plopped down with a pout and did as I told and ate the plate of pasta I’d ordered for her.
It was hard to pay attention to what I was looking at with her making little moaning sounds as she ate. She’s going to be the death of me. I would have had her back in my lap for a repeat of last night if other things hadn't been pressing down on me, like the fact that someone had broken into her hotel room last night.
I don’t even want to think about what could have happened had she been in that room. My mind tosses and turns with the possibilities, and it puts me on edge, which in turn has put Mila on edge as well. She can feel my tension, I think. No matter how hard I try to hide it, I still can’t push it down. All I want to do is pick her up and take her back to my cabin in the middle of nowhere where I’ll know that she’s safe.
“Wrap your arms around her,” I hear the man behind the camera say. My body locks up as I watch one of the other girls wrap her arm around Mila and drop her head to her shoulder. She's on her sixth wardrobe change. Each dress looks as stunning as the last, but about an hour ago they brought in another group of girls and they’re all posing together.
Mila is always in the center of the pictures, but I’ve noticed the other girls talk and chat between shots but don't really include her. I’m not sure if she notices or not. She’s polite to everyone, but I caught a few snide looks towards my girl. Why, I have no idea. I don't care who the fuck they are. One step or word out of line and everyone is going to have a fucking problem around here. It’s bad enough I have to watch this young prick snap pictures of her for hours, telling her how to move her body. It’s rattling my nerves.
Mila glances over towards me, and I stand up a little straighter at her attention, but her gaze drifts away all too quickly.
“The camera didn't catch a look at the perp’s face. I went through the footage over and over. Nothing,” Cara whispers, not wanting anyone to hear us. I knew she wouldn't get a glimpse of him. He’s not only good at dodging the cameras but also good at shielding his face when he can't avoid one. Still, I got an idea of his body. It isn't much, but it’s something.
“I want someone to go back for the last three months and get me every
paparazzi picture of her out there. I want to look and see who’s in the background.” Cara nods and pulls out her phone. I know she’s sending out a message to get it done and I’ll have a stack of pictures in my inbox by the end of the day.
My eyes stay on my girl and I’m itching to be alone with her. We still haven’t said a word about what happened last night, about what I did to her body, the way she came undone for me. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I want it again, but this time I want my mouth between those thighs of hers. She’d parted her legs so sweetly for me. I lick my lips just thinking about it.
Mila turns to her side and I watch her wince. That fucking dress is too damn tight. No one should be sewn into something to wear it. I was taken aback when the seamstress came in after lunch to help her into the dress.
They move around for another pose and I watch pain flash on Mila’s face. I take another step towards her. I watch as some of the color drains from her face. “She’s done,” I bark, stepping right into the shoot.
“Get out of the shoot!” the photographer yells. I turn and shoot him a look that has him stepping back a good five feet.
“I’m fine, really.” Mila lifts her hand, and I grab it, pulling it to my chest. It calms the burn of anger I felt when I saw her in pain. I’m losing it. How can I feel so connected to her already? I barely know her. The story about soulmates my grandpa told me drifts through my mind.
“You’re not fine.” I look down into her deep green eyes that I’ve noticed can change colors and right now all I see is pain. She wobbles a little in the ridiculous high heels they have her in and I’m done.
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, knowing she’ll put up a fight about staying. All the other girls gasp and a few others make comments that I ignore. I keep moving toward her dressing room, not even stopping when I hear those heels fall off her feet. Cara is laughing from behind me and I know she’s making sure no one is following us.
When I get to her dressing room I fling the door open and step inside before slamming it behind me and hitting the lock on it. I drop her to her feet. She looks up at me with a shocked expression. I’m pretty sure she can’t find her words.
I grip her dress and rip it right down the center. It falls away from her body, leaving her in only a nude thong. Her small pink nipples are hard and begging for attention. My mouth waters to suck on them, to see if they are as soft and sweet as the rest of her. “That dress cost twenty thousand dollars,” she breathes out.
“Don’t fucking care,” I growl. I’ll pay for it. I wanted it off her as fast as I could make it happen. Behind closed doors.
“You can’t just take me from a shoot,” she whispers, as if she can’t believe what happened.
“Just did,” I throw back at her. I think she is going to challenge me on it, but then she smirks, showing me that dimple in her left cheek. It’s the same one that’s been driving me fucking crazy all day.
“It was hurting,” she admits, her hands coming to rest on my chest. I take a step into her and she retreats a few steps until her back hits the wall.
“The panties expensive, too?” I ask her. She nods.
“Good,” I say before dropping to my knees in front of her and ripping them away. I don’t give her time to react before I’m pushing her legs apart and licking her pussy. She gasps. Her small hands digging into my shoulder.
I growl when her sweet taste hits my lips. She’s even sweeter than I thought she would be. My hands dig into her hips as I eat her. I want to drink down every drop of her, and I want to be inside of her.
I ignore the ache between my thighs. My cock is heavy, begging me to take her here and now. To make her scream my name over and over again so everyone knows she mine. Even the fucker who is trying to take her from me. Trying to scare her. It won't happen. She’s mine now and no one else's.
I pull my mouth from her and she moans a complaint. “Who do you belong to?” I lock my eyes on her. They are heavy lidded and filled with desire. Desire for me.
Her mouth parts, but no words come out. She wiggles her hips, looking almost confused.
“You belong to me,” I tell her.
Her eyes grow round and her full lips form a perfect O, but she nods in agreement. I give a long lick up her pussy, stopping to place a kiss on her clit. “Say it,” I tell her. I need to hear those words to calm the storm that is raging inside me. Maybe this will calm me so I don’t take her on the floor of her dressing room. She deserves more than that. Something as sweet as her deserves everything.
“I belong to you,” she breathes out. “Only you,” she adds.
I increase the pressure on her hips, and possessiveness like nothing I’ve ever experienced rolls over me as I bury my face between her legs again. I hear her saying my name over and over as her sweetness fills my mouth and her body jerks against my face. I drink it down, but I can’t stop. I need more.
I slide my tongue in and out of her tightness, trying to lick all of her up before going back to her clit. I suck it into my mouth and hear her scream my name once again, only this time her body goes lax. I keep my hold on her, giving her pussy another kiss and making her small body jerk, before I lift her into my arms and carry her over to the sofa. She curls in my lap, burying her face in my neck, then relaxes, and I feel her soft puffs of air against my neck.
Fuck, even her breathing is a turn-on.
Chapter Seven
Mila
I breathe Jax in, resting my head on his shoulder. I almost wanted to cry when he pulled me off the set. Not because I was mad at him, but because not only had he noticed I was in pain, but he cared. I felt like I couldn't breathe. On top of being on my feet with the light pounding down on us for hours, I thought I was going to faint. But the moment he’d picked me up, it felt as if everything came off my shoulders.
He cared. He cares. That thought keeps ringing in my head. This feels like so much more than a job to him, but still I want to hear him say that. I want something. I know what he made me say when he was on his knees in front of me giving me pleasure like I'd never felt before, but don’t people usually just say these things during sex?
“That was amazing,” I finally say after I start to feel my toes again. Long gone is the pain the dress had caused me. Now I’m tingling with happiness. I shift a little and feel his hard cock under my ass. He lets out a small grunt, his hand holding me tighter so I can’t move around. It’s then I realize I’m naked and pretty much wrapped around him.
“More than amazing.” His words roll over me, making me smile against his neck. I keep my face buried so he doesn’t pick up on my shyness.
“What about you?” I ask. This is the third time he’s gotten me off. Twice just now and once last night and I haven't done anything in return for him.
“I got what I wanted.”
I pull back and look at him in confusion. “But you didn't…” I trail off.
He smiles at me. The smile changes his whole face. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your pussy all day.” He leans closer, his mouth brushing mine. My tongue sneaks out and drifts across his mouth as I lick my lips. I get a taste of myself. It’s erotic to taste myself on him. I like it. “Thank you, pretty girl. For giving me that.” Then he kisses me. I think I’m supposed to be thanking him.
When we break away we’re both breathing heavily and I want to do more. “We should get you dressed and out of here.”
“Don’t think I can leave yet,” I sigh, wishing we could.
“Can do anything you want, pretty girl,” he responds, tucking my hair behind my ear. His finger trails down my neck.
“I really like when you call me that,” I admit. I’ve never had a nickname before. My eyes drop for a moment, and he brings his finger to my chin, making me look back up at him.
“You can say anything you want to me.”
“How did you know that I wanted to say something else?” I ask.
“I’m good at reading people.” He brushes his lips aga
inst mine. “Say it.”
“Do you call everyone pretty girl?” My cheeks tint at the question. I have no idea why I’m blushing at that. I’m sitting on his lap, naked. Why should I be embarrassed by a simple question?
He lets out a deep chuckle. “No, can’t say I have. It just comes out with you.”
“Oh.” I smile at him. “I’m surprised they aren’t banging on the door for me to come back out.” I exhale heavily. I still have an event to go to tonight.
“Have to get through Cara to do that.” He stands with me in arms and sets me on my feet.
“She’s nice,” I say absently as I walk over to the rack of clothes. I want to know if there’s ever been something between them. They seem like they have known each other a long time.
“She is. Put on your own stuff. We’re leaving. You’ve had enough for the day.” I glance at him and see he’s got his arms folded over his chest.
“Okay.” I grab my bag and dig through it. He comes up behind me and wraps an arm around me, pulling my back to his front. His mouth comes to my ear.
“You agree so sweetly,” he says.
I turn in his arms looking up at him. “You’re the first person who actually cares about me and my wellbeing as a whole. You say you think we should go, then…” I shrug. It’s the truth. I’ve known this man a day and he cares more about me than anyone else ever has. Other people care, just not in the same way.
“I do have an event tonight,” I tell him. “I should go. It’s for a charity I’ve worked with over the years.”
“You really want to go? Think you’re up for it?” He examines me, looking for reluctance. I nod.
