by Unknown
Was it possible to fall in love so quickly? Only in the movies, right? The sweat dribbled down her side as her chest heaved and Jax rose up to seal his mouth to hers in a deep kiss that automatically revved her engine all over again.
“Can you smell yourself on me,” he murmured, grinning because he knew the answer. She nodded shyly and he kissed her again. “Good. Does that embarrass you?”
“A little,” she admitted, risking a glance up at him. “Do you like the way I smell?”
“Girl, I fucking love the way you smell,” he told her before rolling to her side onto his back. He pulled her to him and she snuggled up to his shoulder, loving the intimacy of the moment. His cock was rock-hard and waiting but he didn’t seem in a hurry to do anything about it. His arms closed around her and her hand went to his cock to curl around it, lightly stroking. “I like that,” he told her with approval as he allowed her to pleasure him slowly until he said, “Climb on top, baby,” and she carefully mounted his sweet, thick length. She sank onto his cock and groaned with delight as he stretched her as far as she could go. The head rubbed at a perfect angle, hitting what she could only assume was her G-spot —it exists! Glory be to God, it really exists! — and soon enough she was writhing on his cock like a seasoned whore, losing herself to the pleasure and not caring one bit if she looked like a stark, raving lunatic squealing like a porn star at her first audition. She couldn’t help herself and soon she was milking his cock for all it was worth. Jax stiffened, crying out as his fingers dug into her hip as he came, shooting his load deep inside her, lubing up her core with his cream until she fairly dripped with his seed. She fell forward and cried out as a cramp seized her left cheek in a vise grip. Holy mother of God! “Ouchouchouchouch, cramp!”
Jax laughed and rolled her over onto her stomach so he could knead her butt cheek and she laughed into the covers, mortified and charmed at the same time that he was rubbing out her cramp. When the pain subsided, she turned to Jax and said sheepishly, “Guess I need to stretch or something before that kind of epic sex session, huh?” He bent to kiss her poor butt cheek and she shivered when his lips touched her flesh. She stilled and their gaze met. Something deep and real passed between them — of that she was sure because Jax’s expression flitted between desperate to bothered and she knew he wasn’t prepared any more than she was. Silence filled the space between them as Jax’s finger continued to rub tiny circles into her muscle. She loved his touch. She loved…don’t go there. Get real. No one fell in love that quickly in real life. It just didn’t happen. “So…what are you really doing here?” she asked.
“I needed to see you,” he surprised her with an answer then gave a short derisive snort. “Yeah, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I shouldn’t be here. Here with you…is the last place I should be.”
“But you are here,” she pointed out. “If it means anything…I’m glad you’re here.”
He glanced at her, a wealth of vulnerability staring back at her. “I shouldn’t drag you through this,” he made a frustrated motion “whatever this is.”
“Can I ask you something?” He regarded her warily but agreed with a slow nod. “How did you end up in with The Kings?”
Jax sighed and he rose from the bed to dress. “I don’t know, just kinda fell into it I guess. Guys like me and Hunter, we don’t know what it’s like to have a ‘family’ life, nothing normal anyway. I bounced from foster home to foster home until I landed at Mrs. H’s house. That’s where I met Hunter. We were two fucked-up kids from the same sad side of the tracks. We fit together like peas and carrots, you know?” He leaned against her dresser, shirt in hand, looking sexy — and tortured — as hell. “That’s the thing, Zoe. We’re fucked up in the head and that’s why I shouldn’t be here. We’ll just drag you down. You’re one of the shiny people we used to see growing up. You know, the ones who had normal parents and happy home lives. That’s not me or Hunter and frankly, sweetheart, we wouldn’t know what to do with that kind of life at this point. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“You’re saying that you have nothing to offer me,” she answered.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t recall asking anything of you.”
He shook his head and said with fatalistic knowing, “But you will. Sooner or later you’ll want more than we can give you, like stability and any sense of normalcy. We aren’t backyard barbecuing sons of bitches, you feelin’ me?”
“I never asked you to be,” she told him, frowning. Why was he ramming this down her throat? Had she inadvertently sent out a signal saying that she wanted all that suburbia crap? “You’re right, I grew up in a different environment than you or Hunter but I never asked you to give me what I had. I’ve never actually asked anything of you.”
“But you should,” he said in earnest, shocking her, possibly shocking himself. “That’s the thing, Zoe. You deserve the suburbia crap. I’m a bad man, dollface. I’ll bring you nothing but heartache and misery and that’s the one promise I can make you.”
His statement rang with truth and as much as it hurt to admit, he was right. Jax and Hunter were an unconventional choice in a romantic anything but she also knew she wasn’t interested in anyone else at this point. She didn’t care about the unconventionality. “I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are,” she risked and his short barked laugh in response made her cheeks burn. She lifted her chin. “Go ahead and laugh. Call me silly or naïve, but I sense goodness in you, Jax, and Hunter, too. But even more than that I don’t care about any of that stuff you say I should care about. Maybe you’re right and I should steer clear of you and Hunter but the moment I saw you on the other side of my door…I was happier than I’ve been in my whole life. What does that tell you?”
“Stop it, Zoe,” he demanded, pushing away from the dresser with a hard expression. “We aren’t going to ride off into the sunset together because in my world, there is no fucking sunset. Fuck! Why did I come here tonight?” He pushed his hand through his hair, agitated with himself and with her. “Listen, I’m not going to lie…I crave your fucking body like I’ve never craved another human being and I don’t know what that means but maybe it doesn’t mean shit. Maybe it just means that you’re an intriguing diversion and I’ll tire of you soon enough. What if that’s the case? What happens to your heart then? I know exactly what happens — it fucking breaks. And then, I’m the asshole I always was and you were too blind to see in the first place.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Fine,” she shot back. “I have feelings for you and Hunter that I shouldn’t have. I get it. But that doesn’t change how I feel inside, okay? You can’t make me stop caring for you or stop wanting you.” She sniffed back the moisture crowding her sinuses. “And you know what? I’m not completely helpless, stupid or blind.” She wiped at her eyes in an angry motion. “Why the hell are we fighting about this? If you don’t want to be here, then go. You know where the door is.”
“That’s the fucking problem! I don’t want to go!”
But that’s exactly what he did. Zoe stared as he stormed from her apartment, slamming the front door so hard her photos bounced on the wall.
“Fine!” she yelled after him as the tears began to drop like rain. Jerk. She ought to feel something more warm and fuzzy seeing as Jax had pretty much admitted that he was feeling something for her, too, but she couldn’t muster the appropriate emotion to follow through with that thought. He was right, there was no happy ending for them. Jax and Hunter didn’t fit in her world and she didn’t fit in theirs.
So where did that leave her?
Rock — hard place — Zoe.
Because, yeah, she was pretty falling for them both and that kinda sucked.
NINE
After a bottle of whiskey and a handful of beers, Hunter had to piss like a racehorse and one look at the long-ass line for the can caused him to head outside to take a leak. Even drunk, his mind was stubbornly set on Zoe. Dimas was out fucking one of his whores, no
doubt, having left the bar some time ago, and Hunter was about to crash himself when a small, white hand crept around his front to hold his cock while he pissed. Startled, he half-turned and saw a petite redhead smiling up at him, her tight black dress so short he could practically count her pubes and he realized this chick must be the girl Dimas was talking about earlier.
“Need help with that?” she asked, smiling as she gave his cock a little shake. Weirdly aroused, he thought with a wry smirk as he watched her slender fingers curl around his shaft. “I heard you might like a little company tonight.”
“Yeah? I might. What’s your name?”
“Roxy,” she answered, withdrawing her hand so he could tuck his cock away and zip his pants. He turned and she pressed herself against him. Her tits were small but pert, a mouthful at the least, nothing like the abundant sweetness of Zoe’s tits but he had to stop comparing every woman to Zoe. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was losing his damn mind. All this crap with the shipment and conspiracy of a possible rat in their midst was driving him ape-shit crazy.
“I’m down for a good time if you are,” he said, though the words tasted hollow. He must’ve drank too much if he was forcing himself to accept an invitation for a good time with a hot woman. He held out his hand and she eagerly slipped her hand into his, allowing him to lead her behind the bar where his trailer was. He opened the door and walked inside the small doublewide. Dishes were piled in the sink and the stale odor of old food, dirty laundry and sweat assaulted his nostrils. What a far cry from Zoe’s cute little apartment. Well, you wouldn’t find a single cat figurine in this place, that was for sure. Stop it! He shook his head as if trying to shake the thoughts of Zoe loose and before Roxy could question him, he pulled her roughly to him, slanting his mouth over the red berry of hers. She followed his lead and accepted his tongue in her mouth without missing a beat, expertly tangling and twisting alongside as her hand found the semi-hard bulge in his pants.
“What do we have here?” she purred, jerking his jeans open and boldly reaching inside to fondle his cock. Her nimble fingers were soft but her touch was professional. She knew exactly what she was doing and he closed his eyes to let her. Seconds later, she was on her knees and his cock was in her hot mouth. His fingers found their way to her thick red hair and gripped her scalp. A groan escaped him as she bobbed on his nob, caressing his shaft along with her mouth, taking time to tickle his balls and massage his taint. A groan escaped him. Yeah, she was good. Dimas would certainly get his money’s worth for this hot little number. His balls tightened and he pushed her away. He didn’t want to come in her mouth — he wanted her pussy. Jerking her dress up over her hips, he unceremoniously bent her over the short kitchen counter. No time for foreplay, no time for sexy talk. He just wanted to fuck. He wanted it dirty and he wanted it raw. But seconds before he plunged inside Roxy’s tight little cunt, he grabbed a condom and slipped it on. He hadn’t used protection with Zoe, hadn’t even thought of it and neither had Jax. But the thought of fucking Roxy without protection left him with a bad feeling. Besides, there was no way he could possibly fuck Zoe again with a clear conscience if he didn’t glove up with Roxy.
Without ceremony or finesse, he jammed his cock inside that wet hole with total disregard for technique other than his own pleasure. Yeah, he was a bastard but Roxy knew that and if she didn’t, that was Dimas’ fault. If she was expecting flowers and poetry, she was barking up the wrong tree with him.
But the little greedy whore seemed to like it rough, wiggling on his cock with a squeal as he pumped into her sopping heat. Her walls gripped him like a monkey on a tree, squeezing his cock with delicious pressure until it wasn’t long until he was building to an explosive end. Slamming hard into her body, he punished her with his cock but she didn’t complain. No, in fact, quite the opposite. She growled with appreciation, urging him on, harder, faster, she panted and moaned, squealed and groaned until she was shuddering, clenching and howling as she came. Hunter followed, grateful for that split second of oblivion that came with an orgasm so that he could blank out and just ride that wave of pleasure until the end.
Moments later, he stumbled away and pulled the used condom from his dick, tossing it in the trash before collapsing on the ugly, ratty sofa. The springs protested from his weight and the sound, usually a familiar comfort, irritated him. Hell, everything irritated him right now. Everything in his life was shit. Why did this bother him now? That’s all gonna change, a voice reminded him. That shipment is going to change their lives. Millions are on the line. As long as everything went by the numbers, they were in the clear.
Suddenly, he was aware of Roxy beside him. He turned to her with a brief flash of annoyance that she was still there but swallowed his bad attitude because he wasn’t that much of a prick. At least not tonight. “Thanks baby,” he said with a crooked grin. “You’re a sweet ride.”
Roxy smiled and took the opportunity to straddle him. Even though he was ready to crash, he let her remain there. “You sure live up to the hype,” she said with appreciation, trailing her red-nailed finger down his chest. “A girl could get used to this kind of lovin’.”
“Sorry babe. Not accepting applications for a permanent gig, if you know what I mean.”
She pouted then said, “You don’t know what you’re missing. A man like you needs a good woman on his arm. Someone to look out for him.”
There was something about her tone, something about the mild suggestion lying beneath the proposition that halted the haze train. His gaze narrowed and he removed her from his lap. “Yeah? And what makes you think that I need someone watching my back?”
Realizing her mistake, she tried to backpedal. “Baby, I’m just saying, a man in your position within the club, there’s gotta be people who’d rather see you gone. A man like you needs someone who’ll always have his back.”
“I have those people,” he growled, not letting her back down. “Are you saying that someone out there has it in for me?”
Roxy hesitated and then admitted, “Yeah. You’re not the hero in everyone’s story.”
“What are you talking about?”
Roxy didn’t look happy about spilling whatever information she held but she said, “Listen, I shouldn’t tell you this because it’s my ass on the line but there’s something about you that seems better than you let on. I don’t know, I guess somehow that tugs at something in my heart, though Lord knows, it’ll probably put my ass in a sling or a body bag.”
“I’ll protect you,” he promised her. “Just tell me what you know.”
“I was set up as a distraction tonight. Someone wanted you out of commission and out of the way.”
“Someone, as in?”
His stomach rebelled as she confirmed his worst fear. “Dimas.”
“A distraction from what?”
Roxy bit her lip. “Something about a reporter…does that mean anything to you?”
A cold, hard knot grew in his gut. “Yeah, what about the reporter?”
“I don’t know exactly but I think he’s going to do something to her.”
Dimas? Next to Jax, Dimas was his best friend. They’d shared time together since they were kids running the streets, up to no good and doing short stints in county jail for petty crimes. He and Dimas were fucking tight! And now he had the balls to double cross him using Zoe as leverage? White-hot rage bubbled up from the sense of betrayal and he wanted to kill Dimas. But he had a bigger problem that demanded his immediate attention — Zoe was in danger.
***
A knock at her front door had Zoe’s heart racing. Had Jax come back? Maybe he was remorseful over what he’d said to her. The thought buoyed her ragged heart and as she opened the front door, prepared to forgive Jax immediately, she stopped short with a squeak when she saw someone she didn’t know standing there with a hard look in his eyes that matched the cold grin on his lips. “W-who are you?” she stammered but he wasn’t there to chat. The man, hard as granite and just as soulless, pus
hed her back into the apartment and kicked the door shut with his fingers pressed to his lips. “What do you want?”
“Shhhh,” he told her as he circled her, raping her with his gaze. She clutched her robe around her body, wishing she’d checked her peephole before opening her door. Rule No. 1 in the Living Single handbook and she totally blew it. “So you’re Zoe Delacourte…can’t say I blame them for losing their focus over you — you are highly fuckable.”
Her cheeks colored and she squeezed her lapels together like a prim maiden. “Excuse me?” She dared to point toward the door with a believable amount of outrage to demand, “Who the hell do you think you are? Get out of my apartment!”
“Sorry, dollface. Can’t do that. You see, there’s a lot of money on the line and I’m owed a good payday after everything I’ve gone through to make this happen. Nothing, not even an old friendship is going to fuck this up for me.”
Zoe swallowed. “What does that have to do with me?”
He grinned. “Funny you should ask. Before you came along, I had everyone playing their individual parts just as they were supposed to. But then you showed up and started poking into things that are none of your business and that started Jax and Hunter asking questions that I didn’t need answering.”
