by Ashley Lane
I reach across the table and take both his hands in mine, squeezing them tight, assuring him I’m here for the long haul. I’m fucking here… forever.
“I’m so goddamn sorry, baby.” He refuses to lift his head, so I squeeze his hands a little harder. “Madd, this doesn’t change anything for me. It doesn’t change how I see you, or what you mean to me.”
When he finally raises his head, his eyes are narrowed, and his face is pinched into a grimace. He yanks his hands away as though I burned him.
“How the fuck can you say that? I’m fucking filthy, Jax. Tainted. Nothing but trash.”
“NO!” At the bar, a glass shatters and I realize I need to lower my voice, but fuck, he needs to hear this. “You were the victim of a depraved and sick human being. That doesn’t make you filthy, Maddox,” I growl, furious that he’s been living with this belief since he was twelve-goddamn-years old.
“No?” he challenges. “What if you knew I—I came every single time he touched me? Am I filthy enough for you now? What about the fact that despite what he did I still…” His throat bobs and his mouth moves but no sound comes out.
“Maddox.” I shake my head. Fuck. Everything is starting to make sense. “Baby, do you think something is wrong with you because even though you were… raped by a man you still turned out gay?”
My broken Angel’s eyes go shuttered and a single tear runs down his cheek.
My eyes close as the devastation of his silent answer courses through me. With practiced ease, I push myself out of the booth and seat myself next to him. My arm curves around him and he comes to me willingly. His eyes dart a quick glance around the room, and I tense, wondering if he’s going to pull away.
We’ve never been so public with our affection. No more. I’m done tiptoeing around as if everyone else’s feelings and opinions are more important than my happiness… than his happiness.
Audience be damned, I lift my arm not wrapped around him and cup the nape of his neck, pulling his attention from the faceless crowd to me. I drop my forehead against his, my senses overloaded as I get my first touch and smell of him in weeks.
“It all makes sense now,” I murmur. “The reason you keep me at arm’s length, pulling away when things start to get a little too real. I hate that you have to question if this is a part of who you really are or if it’s something he left behind. Regardless, you can’t change who you are, Maddox. It’s a part of you.” I draw him closer to me. “I’m a part of you.”
Maddox growls low in this chest, and my nipples harden when the vibrations travel through his body to my own. “You’re goddamn right you are.” With that, he slants his mouth over mine and claims me.
His tongue slips through my lips and strokes my own, coaxing it out of my mouth and into his. I groan when the hair on his chin scratches against my smooth face and I push my mouth against his harder, relishing the burn it leaves on my skin. He retreats, but only to suck my bottom lip between his teeth and nibble—lightly at first before he increases the pressure until I’m at the brink of pleasure and pain. Before he crosses the mark, he releases my abused lip and licks away the traces of his teeth.
Across the bar someone whistles and I close my eyes because I know it was meant for us. Reluctantly, I pull away from him and meet his heated gaze. I only have his attention for a split second before it’s drawn over my shoulder. My position gives me a front row seat as his heated gaze transforms from hungry to ravenous.
I glance over my shoulder, my hackles already rising, but I’m stunned motionless when I find a woman standing not two feet from our table.
Oakley.
Her long silky-straight black hair covers most of her face, but it doesn’t hide her pink cheeks or glazed over eyes. Her chest rises and falls with her quickened breaths that pull my attention to her breasts that are straining against her black V-neck.
“Hey, Oakley,” Maddox calls.
His voice seems to pull her from her stupor, and she jumps as if she’d been touched with a live wire. The movement causes the dark tresses of her hair that had been hiding her face to sway, following her movement. As she approaches our table, I smile. “Hey, how are you?”
She nods, stares at us some more, nods again, then finally speaks. “Shelly asked me to bring this by. I’m sorry for interrupting your… erm—” she stammers adorably, probably searching for a safe word that would describe the public mouth fuck Maddox just gave me.
She chews on her bottom lip and I have to force myself not to reach out and pull it from her teeth with my thumb. As though Maddox knows every thought I have, he clasps my hand and gives it a squeeze.
Finally, Oakley gives up the search for words. “So yeah, let me know if you need anything,” she says, already backing away from us. “I’ll just be over there.” She throws an arm over her shoulder and turns around, narrowly missing a nearby table before rushing from our sight.
I turn back to Angel to tell him about meeting Oakley for coffee, but his mouth is back on mine before I can utter a word.
“I’m not hungry for this anymore.” He glances at my lap where my cock is already straining to break free.
My own hunger for food disappears as well. “Get to your office,” I tell him, already backing out of the booth.
“Now.”
CHAPTER 15
JAX
“Lock the door,” I growl against Maddox’s ear as he pushes his hard body against mine.
The snick of the lock is barely audible over his needy groans. Fuck, he’s so goddamn beautiful like this. Placing a hand on his cheek, I swipe my thumb across his bottom lip while I stare into his eyes.
When Maddox is horny, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess of putty in my hands. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen watching this force of a man submit to me, and I can’t wait to show him how much I’ve missed his body, his touch, his everything.
“Jax,” his breathy whisper sends heat pooling in my belly and my already hard cock twitches.
“Clothes off,” I order. His pupils dilate and his eyes glaze over with lust. I lean against the office door, hands shoved into my pockets while I watch him. Fucking perfection. His hands visibly tremble as he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head in one swift movement. Eyes still on mine, he unbuckles his belt, then moves on to his jeans. When they’re around his ankles, he releases a groan of frustration when he realizes he forgot to take off his shoes.
“Slow down.” Smirking, I raise a brow, watching him frantically toe off his boots before removing his jeans and kicking them across the floor.
“Plea—”
I run my fingers through his thick blond hair. “Shhh… you know I’m gonna take care of you.”
Mouth slightly parted, he breathes slowly, hooking his thumbs over the band of his underwear, and when I grip his wrists, he clamps his eyes shut. “I can’t, Jax… you’re taking too long.” He rocks his hips toward me, his cock thick and hard behind the constraints of his briefs. A wet patch appears where his pre-cum is starting to seep through the fabric. “Babe…” he whines.
“God, I love seeing you come undone, Madd.” I trace my finger over the head of his cock and lean forward to press soft kisses along his jaw. “I’m gonna make it so fucking perfect for you.” I cup his cheek again and push my thumb into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before sucking it in, and at the same time, I release his cock from the fabric and give him a long, slow stroke that causes his knees to buckle.
“Mmmm…” His eyes fly open, his stare penetrating—he’s begging for release.
I drop my hands, ceasing all contact as I step around him and walk toward his desk.
“Jax?” the panic in his tone stops me in my tracks.
“Sit,” I say, pointing to the chair. Brow furrowed in confusion, he obeys and walks past me to sit in his overly large office chair.
I take his hands and place each one on the arms of the chair. “I’m gonna take care of you now. Don’t move.”
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br /> He nods frantically, and when I drop to my knees, he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. I grin. Sliding my hands up and down his bare thighs, I relish in his warmth and the layer of golden hair that’s soft against my calloused palms. I lean in closer, pressing my nose into his lap and inhaling his scent. Musky. Clean. Masculine. After tugging his briefs down, I drop them on the floor and trail kisses up his thigh and across his abs, ignoring the tremors that rock through his body and the slow, sensual movement of his hips as he tries to get closer.
“Jax,” he warns.
His white-knuckle grip on the arms of the chair hasn’t moved. “Want me to stop?” I ask with a grin.
“Only if you want me to—” his threat is cut short when I press a kiss between his pecs before I trail my tongue all the way down to the delicious trail of hair that leads me straight to the promised land.
Without warning, I take his entire length into my mouth until my nose is pressed into his thick, wiry pubes. I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft then suck and lick around the head, the heady taste of his pre-cum makes my own cock throb painfully against the zipper of my jeans. With one hand, I fondle his balls, rolling them gently in my hand and tugging them softly.
Sliding my hand up his chest, I continue higher before pushing two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them in greedily while I—just as greedily—devour his beautiful cock with my lips and tongue.
“Fuck. Ohfuckfuckfuck.” Maddox’s grunts and groans push me to continue my torturous assault on his cock. When I push my two wet fingers toward his ass, he shifts to allow me better access, and when I circle them around his hole, he almost lurches off the chair.
Incoherent babbling spills from his lips as I take him down to the base again, opening my throat and breathing through my nose until I gag and come up for air. I continue the up and down motions while my fingers glide back and forth, teasing over his taint.
“Jax, I’m gonna—” the rest of his words are cut off when he cries out my name and finally releases into my mouth. I swallow down every drop of his release, my own needs put on the back burner while I suck, kiss, and lick Maddox through his orgasm.
Finally spent, he grips my chin and slides his thumb along my jaw. “Sit down,” he growls, nodding to his lap.
Gladly.
Straddling his thighs, I thread my fingers through his hair and press my lips to his. Each kiss is soft and gentle and filled with more than wanton lust and desperation. His tongue slides over mine and his hands clutch at the back of my shirt, bringing me closer to him as we claim one another’s mouths. Teeth clashing, our kisses intensify until my lips are swollen and the only sounds I hear are Maddox’s quiet whimpers.
“Don’t send me away again,” he begs and his breath hitches.
At the same time, my heart clenches at the raw vulnerability in his voice. I press a lingering kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose before cupping his cheeks with both hands. Looking into his eyes, I promise, “Never again.” I kiss his swollen lips. “You’re stuck with me, baby.”
A tear trickles from his eye and I swipe it away with my thumb. “I love you. I’m so fucking sorry for what I put you through…” He rests his head against my shoulder, and I stroke his hair. “If I’d just told you the truth. I was just so wea—”
I tug on his hair to pull his head back. “Don’t say it. You are the strongest man I know, Maddox. Don’t ever doubt that.” He nods, and I continue. “From here on out, we’re in this together, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, this time with conviction. “Can I suck you now?”
My smile’s so wide it hurts. “I don’t know… are you gonna fuck me too?”
Heat flares in his eyes and his hands immediately reach out to unbutton my jeans. “Goddamn… so fuckin’ sexy,” he whispers as his fingers trail across my abs before slipping beneath my shirt and grazing over my nipples. “Your body is perfect.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Your lips are perfect.” One hand dips into my jeans, a wicked smile stretches his face when he finds out I’ve gone commando and I flash him my best ‘I’m innocent’ look. Alright—maybe I was more than hopeful about where the night would lead. So sue me.
“Your cock…” he trails off, which is good since my brain has decided to go offline. “Your cock is a fucking masterpiece.” Calloused fingers close around my length and stroke slowly. Clear, sticky pre-cum beads at the slit and Maddox swipes it up with his finger before bringing it to his lips and swirling his tongue around it. He groans at the taste, then grins.
***
ANGEL
I’m pretty fucking certain I’ve died and gone to heaven. And if that’s the case, I’ll happily stay here. Having Jax back in my arms is a feeling I know I’ll never take for granted again. He’s the light that shines through the darkness I’ve lived in for so long. Some of it put there by my own hands—by building my own walls and not letting anyone climb them. Telling Jax about my childhood has lifted the weight off my shoulders I’ve been carrying for too damn long.
I’d go as far as saying that Priest was right, but I’ll never tell him that. And I’ll never forget the strength he gave me. I’d carried those memories for so long that sometimes it felt like I was clinging to them, because without them, I’d have no choice but to let the walls crumble around me.
The disgust I expected to find in Jax’s eyes never appeared. All I found there was steadfast loyalty and the same love and devotion he’d always had for me. Love and devotion that I refused time and time again. No more. I’m never letting him go again.
“Too many clothes,” I complain as I tug on his shirt. “Want you naked.”
He leans in close and parts my lips with his tongue. Slow, hot, wet kisses send a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Less than thirty minutes ago, those wet lips were swallowing down my cock, bringing me to orgasm with nothing more than his phenomenal deep throating skills.
Through panting breaths, Jax pulls off his shirt and shuffles off my lap. Lips still on mine, he struggles to kick off his shoes and jeans and when he’s about to straddle me again, I stop him.
“On the desk,” I say, rolling the chair forward.
He sits his perfect ass on the edge of my desk and spreads his legs.
My cock fucking weeps.
Groaning, I look up at Jax and I can see the love he has for me so fucking clearly. It kills me to know I was hurting him each time I walked away to deal with my own shit, too consumed with my own grief to see past myself and realize I was killing him a little more each time.
I glide my hands up and down his sides, watching as goose bumps appear on his golden-brown flesh. Jax’s body is made to be worshipped, and I wasn’t joking when I said he was my Hispanic wet dream. Just the thought of being inside him causes my dick to leak more, and when I drop my eyes to Jax’s long, thick length, it seems he feels the same way I do.
Leaning down, I circle my tongue around his crown, lapping up the pre-cum like a starving man. He tastes so fucking delicious I can’t get enough, and when his hands go to my head and his fingers twist through my hair, I suck him in deeper, letting him guide my movements. Unlike Jax, I’m no deep throating expert, but if his moans, groans and whispered pleas are anything to go by, he doesn’t mind one bit.
“Goddamn baby… your mouth is perfect.” His fingers tighten in my hair and he pulls my head off of him.
I lick a trail from the tip of his dick all the way down to his balls, sucking one into my mouth as begs me to stop. Which in this case usually means don’t stop, but I check anyway. Frowning, I ask, “You want me to stop?”
He traces my wet lips with his fingertip. “Baby, I don’t wanna come yet… want you inside me when I go.”
Fucking Christ. How can his words alone almost push me over the edge? I grip the base of my cock between my thumb and fingers to stave off my orgasm.
Jax looks from one side of the desk to the other, scrutinizing the paperwork, coffee mug, and messages stre
wn across it. With a swipe of his hand, the paperwork goes flying off the end of the desk. He leans over and drops the coffee mug on the floor, and it lands with a thud, then he leans back, and with his foot, kicks the pen holder off the other side.
“You gonna fuck me or stare at me?” Jax questions with an arched brow.
I climb onto the end of my—thank fuck—hugely oversized, ridiculously expensive, and therefore, sturdy desk and kneel between Jax’s legs. “I can multitask,” I say with a smirk. Then, I take my cock in one hand, and Jax’s in my other and stroke us both slowly.
Glancing up, I ask the question I’m afraid to know the answer to. “Ah… do we need…” My hands stop moving and I rest them on my thighs, nervous. “Do we need condoms?”
His brow furrows in confusion, before understanding seeps in. In a flash he raises from the desk and both hands grip my face, bringing it inches from him. “You really think you’re replaceable?” he growls and smashes his mouth against mine. “Together or apart, you’re fuckin’ it for me, Madd.” he says against my lips.
“I wouldn’t have blam—”
“Maddox.” he growls in warning and I snap my mouth shut.
Fuck! That deep, growly voice he uses always goes straight to my balls. “I—”
“Finish that sentence… I fuckin’ dare you.” The intensity in his gaze has me fighting the urge to look away, but he reaches forward and tugs on my hands. “Come ‘ere.”
Kneeling over him, my elbows either side of his head, I press my forehead to his. “Sorry, I just… I’m so fucking afraid I’m going to mess this up again.”
