by Paisley Lang
“Kitten, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Please - feel free to order anything.”
I blush deeply. He read my thoughts.
“Thank you…” I consult the menu once again – but I haven’t even heard about most of these dishes. Closing it, I take a moment to study him, deliberating over the choices. He looks up and catches my stare, his expression softening.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Well, actually, I was thinking you could order for me…if you don’t mind? I mean, I’m sure you know what’s good here…although everything looks good…”
Ugh. I’m rambling. I fiddle with the edge of the tablecloth. God, I’m so out of my depth here.
“Absolutely. I’d be glad to share some of my favorite dishes with you.” His smile is warm and he reaches across the table for my hand, giving me a quick squeeze of unspoken reassurance. I take a deep breath.
Relax, I tell myself, it’s only dinner. And I’d eaten food at least a million times.
Chapter 12
Jax
My Kitten looks so beautiful tonight. I’m having a hard time concentrating. I’ve never seen her dressed up before, and she looks smoking. Damn, when I checked her out earlier, I love how her jeans fit her ass so perfectly. I have to clench my fists to stop myself from dragging her out of here. Completely unaware, she’s drawing many glances from the men around us, which irritates the hell out of me.
“What’s so funny?”
She’s openly laughing, and the sound is melodic and playful.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” She waves her hand around the table, “everything is so incredible…and I’m trying to convince myself that it’s only food…” She trails off, looking shy and slightly awkward. Adorable. And so different from the over-confident girls I’m used to.
Just then, Brooke, our waitress, appears to take our orders. She’s unusually flirty, which makes me uncomfortable in Ava’s presence. There’s no need for Ava to know that I’ve fucked Brooke once before - a drunken screw in the back of my car. Normally I wouldn’t risk coming face to face with an ex on a date, but this was actually one of my favorite restaurants and I knew Ava would love the view of the ocean below us.
We share a great meal together. Once she’s relaxed, she’s funny, sweet, and witty. Again and again, I find myself wondering why she’s settling for a life as a maid when she has so much more to offer. Hell, I’d be happy to help her out if she would agree, but I know she’d never take me up on that.
We’ve just finished dessert and I rest my fork back down on the plate. Ava’s savoring her final bite of the chocolate dessert, her eyes closed in appreciation. Goddamn, the small sounds she’s making are driving me freaking insane. She’s given me a semi hard-on.
Flicking open her eyes, she clashes with my heated stare and colors instantly.
“That was the best chocolate soufflé I’ve ever had.” She smiles in satisfaction as she sets her fork back on the plate. It’s awesome to have a date with someone who actually appreciates food.
“You have some…just there…on your mouth.”
I scoot over to her side, my thumb brushing the top part of her lip. Her breath hitches as I place my finger in my mouth and lick off her excess chocolate. Unable to resist a moment longer, I lean over and plant a trio of small kisses on her lips. God, I want more, so much more, but other patrons are around us and I reluctantly move back to my place.
After I pay the check, I grip her hand and we make our way back to the car.
“That was incredible. Thank you so much for a wonderful evening.”
Hope deflates in my chest. I was planning for more time together.
“You tired? You wanna go home?”
“Umm, no, not at all. I just figured you might have other plans?”
“Not at all. How about we go to a club, have a couple of drinks, and chill out for a bit? The night is still young.”
She grins in approval. “Sounds great. Lead the way, Stud.”
I open her door with a flourish, and she giggles and enters the car.
The club is a good half hour away and as I’m driving, I steal glances at her, loving the way her hair’s blowing through the wind from the open windows.
From my peripheral vision, I see her shift in her seat towards me.
“Jax? Why law? Why nothing else?”
“Well, I figured Batman has Robin, and Superman has Lois, so I’m kinda out of luck there,” I deadpan.
She bursts out laughing and shoves my shoulder. “I’m serious.”
I exhale and take a few moments before I answer. Briefly I take my eyes off the road and look at her as I answer. “It sounds kinda cliché, but I want to help others less fortunate than me.” I run a hand through my hair, furrowing my brows. “I want to do good, make an impact in someone’s life.”
“You want to save the world, Stud?”
She lightens the moment and I smile.
“Well, that’s the idea. Unfortunately, it clashes with my father’s plans for me.”
She’s quiet as she processes my answer.
“So, I know he’s into corporate, anything else?
“Yep. Entertainment. You know, the big money stuff.”
She nods thoughtfully. “I see.”
“What about you? I know you love marketing, but why? What inspired you?”
Her face lights up and she twirls the end of her hair around her fingers.
“Honestly, everything. I mean, we did a project once at school on audience perception of certain brands. I started reading up on the subject, like the mechanics of how the marketing and promo fits together through the various cogs of media options. I found it fascinating…I guess that’s how it started.”
“Yeah, I get that.” I chew my lip, not sure how she’ll take my next question. “You sure you want to give that up? Anyone can see how passionate you are about the subject.”
She exhales, moving her head to look out the window. After a few moments, she turns back to me.
“We come from different worlds, Jax,” Her voice is filled with regret. “I just have to accept the fact that my plans are on hold until I figure out how to put myself through college…”
The words slip out before I can stop myself. “Let me help you. I’ll pay for you to go to school.” Lord knows I have more money than I could spend.
“What? No way.” She shakes her head and crosses her arms, her eyebrows knitting together.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that – I’m not trying to offend you.”
She reaches over and places her hand on my thigh.
“I appreciate it, Jax. And thank you, but it’s not something I could ever accept.” She squeezes my thigh, but when she pulls away, I lace my hand through hers.
Soon, we’re pulling up to the parking lot of Electric and there’s a crowd gathered by the entrance.
“Wow, this looks hot.”
“Come on, let’s go in.” We walk straight to the side, which is the members-only entrance, and they wave me through.
We make our way to the bar. The place is crowded with college kids and I can spot a ton of people I know, but I ignore them all.
“Tequila?” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down, and she laughs.
“Not tonight. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Good choice.” I signal the bartender and place our order.
“I’ll be back in a sec - just need to use the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
A quick leak and I’m back, making my way to the bar, where I see a couple of guys chatting with her. They’re trying to get a reaction from her, but I can see she’s uncomfortable. I push through the crowd to get to her, pissed off at the losers trying their luck. Sliding up behind her, I grind out my words.
“She’s with me.”
Ava spins around, a look of relief on her face.
The guys hold up their hands and back off. “Whatever, man.”
“Can’t
leave you for a minute, can I, Kitten?” I tease her over the pounding music, and she feigns a look of innocence, sucking on her straw. I fight to keep my thoughts neutral as all I can picture is those lips around my cock.
She’s looking around and her leg is moving to the beat of the music.
“Wanna dance?” I jerk my head to the dance floor.
“Thought you’d never ask, Stud.”
We drain the remainder of our drinks and push through onto the packed dance floor. Just then, the tempo changes to a deep, pulsating beat and I stand back as Ava begins to sway her hips in time to the music. Closing her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips, she reaches up and lifts her hair, oblivious to the many admiring glances she’s attracting from the guys around her. I want to punch them all, to tell them to fuck off, to take their eyes off my girl.
I slide up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and move in time with her, gyrating to the beat.
She laces her hands through mine, leaning up against my chest as I run my hands over her hips. We continue this way, lost in the music together, enjoying the feel of being pressed up against each other. Slowly she turns around and locks her eyes with mine, threading her hands around my neck and gazing deeply into my eyes.
I run my hands up the side of her body, pulling her closer and settling on her butt. Oh God, she has a perfect ass. We continue to move as one with the music, my thighs pressing against hers. I’m sure she can feel my arousal as I rub against the lower part of her stomach, but she doesn’t seem to mind, her eyes glued to mine with a look I haven’t seen before. Lust combined with desire. She brings her face closer so that we’re inches off each other, and I can faintly smell the mojito on her breath, adding to my arousal.
The rest of the world around us seems to have disappeared into the background, the intoxicating effect she has on my body blocking out the crowd around us, all looking our way, seeing how into each other we are. Just Ava and me, moving to the beat of our own drum.
The song comes to an end, but we remain locked in each other’s arms, entranced by the spell woven over us. Someone bumps into her, throwing her tightly against my chest, and I hiss, my control tearing to shreds at the feel of her soft breasts against me.
Unable to hold back, I lower my face and capture her lips with mine, gently, nipping and tasting her. I hear a moan from the back of her throat and I deepen the kiss passionately, trying to tell her everything I’m feeling through my tongue and lips. Slowly, we break apart. I feel like I’m barely breathing despite our heaving chests. We’re fully absorbed with each other, the sparks of sexual tension catching fire.
I exhale deeply and release her slightly.
We spend the night drinking and dancing some more until after midnight, when we finally decide to go home.
I join our hands in the back of the cab, having left my car at the club after consuming a couple more beers than anticipated. “I’ve corrupted you tonight. Lucky my buddy Jeremy didn’t ID you.”
She giggles, a little lightheaded from the two drinks she’s had.
“What can I say, Stud? You’re a bad, bad boy.”
My entire body is vibrating, on a natural high in her company. Her words make my eyes darken and she fills me with lust.
We reach the house and I note all the lights are turned off.
“Wanna walk by the pool?”
“Sure…why not.”
And so we walk to the back of the house, holding hands as we stroll around the pool, dipping our feet along the way, a perfect way to end the evening together.
When we get to the other end near the cabana, I can’t wait any longer. Stopping in my tracks, I pulled her towards me and wrap my arms around her waist.
“I had an awesome night with you, Kitten.” I kiss her nose, causing her to giggle, and pull back. “You’ve been pretty amazing company.”
She stops smiling and looks up at me, her eyes registering nothing but honesty…and lust.
“What if I don’t want it to end just yet?”
“What are you saying?” I kiss her lightly, holding my breath for her response, not daring to wish what I hope she’s asking.
Chapter 13
Ava
He tips my chin so I can’t look away. His eyes are burning into mine and then his lips come crashing down on mine, taking my breath away with the intensity of his kiss, pulling, pushing, and biting my lips. Our breaths are ragged as we finally pull apart.
I can’t deny any longer what my body and heart are feeling. I want him with my everything, and I push away every nagging doubt.
I want to live for tonight.
“Let’s take this inside, Stud.”
Following his lead, our hands entwined, we walk around to the guest cabana. He flicks on the light switch and immediately dims it to a faint glow. He’s distracted, and I watch patiently as he opens a few drawers until he finds what he’s looking for. Candles.
I tentatively take a seat on the bed, watching him as he lights a few and then dots them around the room. Turning off the light, he stands back to assess his work, looking at me anxiously for unspoken approval.
“It’s perfect.” I smile under my lashes, the enormity of what’s about to happen landing on my chest and causing it to tighten. My palms feel clammy in anticipation and I run them over my jeans.
He walks over to me, taking my hands into his. I suck in a breath.
“I want to make it as perfect for you as I can, Kitten.”
Smiling, I release my hands from his grip and place them on the sides of his face.
“I trust you, Jax.”
His eyes glaze with need. “Take off your clothes, Ava.” His voice is deep and authoritative, which sends an electrical pulse straight to my core.
Slowly, I stand and peel off my top, conscious of his eyes on me at all times. Next, I undo the button to my jeans, wiggling them over my hips until they pool by my feet. Stepping out of my wedges, I kick my jeans to the side until I’m left almost bare in just my strapless bra and black panties.
His eyes change in the glow of the candlelight, blue eyes darkening, lust written all over his face, along with something else I can’t place.
Conscious of my body, I cross my arms over my chest, feeling awkward as he rakes his eyes over me.
“God, Ava…you are so fucking beautiful. Do you know how hard you make me?” I shiver as he runs his hands over my thighs, his touch giving me goose bumps as he explores my highly sensitized skin. Not breaking eye contact, he traces his fingers higher until he reaches my core, stroking lightly against my panties. I almost combust - it feels amazing. My legs weaken as he continues his exploration of lightly teasing me, driving me mad with desire.
“Tell me, Kitten, are you wet for me?”
I moan in answer, even more turned on by his dirty talk. Abruptly, he stops and stands back, making quick work of discarding his shirt.
Oh my. His body is literally perfect with his broad chest and defined abs. My eyes are drawn to his tattoo once again - an intricate design wrapped around Latin writing over his right pectoral muscle. Reaching out, I trace my fingers over the pattern. He hisses a breath.
“What does this mean?” I whisper.
He shrugs his shoulder, looking away. “It kind of sums up my life.”
I wait, barely breathing from his confession.
“It says per aspera ad astra.” He moves his head, holding my gaze. “It means ‘through hardships to the stars.’”
“That’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, Kitten.” His smile lights up the room, brighter than the glow of the candles in the background. I wish I could bottle it forever and carry it around in my heart.
He quickly discards his jeans, his arousal evident and pushing through his boxers. Capturing my mouth once again, he slowly walks me backwards towards the bed, only breaking the kiss as we climb on together.
Running his hands over my face, he kisses me deeply and then moves his lips farther down over my jaw
and neck. My nipples harden through my bra, aching for his mouth to cover them, and I arch my back in pleasure.
His mouth hovers over my breasts. “Your breasts are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” His voice is thick with desire, and he deftly reaches behind my back and unhooks it. I roll my shoulders to help pull down the straps and then I’m bare before him.
He groans and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and pulling while kneading my other breast. I moan at the sensations flooding through my body, my core clenching when he lightly bites at my skin.
His erection presses up against me and I wiggle a little, trying to gain some friction.
Sensing my need, he reaches down and slides a finger inside my panties, running them over my lips gently.
“Jesus…you’re so wet, Kitten.”
“Yes…I want you…please…” I push myself against his hand and he gently slips a finger inside me.
“Oh God, you’re so tight, baby…I don’t know how long I’m gonna last…”
Sliding another finger inside, he begins to move in and out of me while expertly circling my clit with his thumb. I feel widely out of control, bucking my hips against him, my body feeling like it’s exploding with the heat he’s creating inside.
I feel myself build up and he increases his speed until I come, crashing down hard against his fingers, my chest heaving with the pleasure of the aftershocks.
“Oh Jax…that was amazing…”
“I want you to come again for me, baby.” He captures my lips. “I want you to come on my cock.”
Standing up, he deftly peels off his boxers. Reaching for his wallet, he pulls out a condom, gives himself a couple of pumps with his fist, and then sheaths himself.
“Is that…are you really going to fit inside me?”
He flashes me a cheeky grin and rejoins me on the bed, dropping soft kisses on my sensitive core, farther up my stomach, leaving a trail until he finally reaches my lips.
“It will fit baby, trust me…just relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.” His words are so tender, so perfect, that I reach out and kiss him with everything I have.
