by Sophia Gray
I straightened and rubbed my forehead. How could I even be considering this?
“She’s never left the clubhouse without at least one of us with her,” Eyebrow added. “If she were to go by herself…”
Several of the other boys chimed in, all agreeing with the plan. It was solid. Yes, it was scary as fuck, but there wasn’t another option.
I nodded, the movement crisp and precise. “Let’s do it. When I have a date picked out, I’ll let you all know. Dismissed.”
The guys all left quickly until only Jasmine and I remained in the room. The last one to leave, Ratched, shut the door behind him.
She just stared at me, unblinking. She hadn’t said a word the entire meeting.
“What are you thinking?” I walked around the table and sat beside her. I held out my hand.
Her gaze lowered to it, but she didn’t take it. After a long moment, she said, “I can’t believe you agreed to that.”
“Do you see another way? Because I’m more than willing to listen to suggestions.”
Jasmine sighed. “I haven’t thought of anything.”
“Well then?” I reached for her hand.
She pulled back away from me. “I need more time to think of something.”
“Time is one thing we don’t have.”
“The past few days have been so wonderful,” she pleaded. “Can’t this wait?”
“Do you want him to leave the city alive? Do you want to live your life never going anywhere without a bodyguard? Always looking over your shoulder, wondering if he’ll be coming back for you? What kind of a life is that?” I had to get her to see reason.
“I just…”
“You’re scared. I understand that.” Now I refused to not take her hand. My thumb rubbed her knuckles. “You think I don’t know about your nightmares?”
Her eyes brimmed with tears that she blinked away.
“You have to trust me. This is part of you being mine—that you do what I say and in return, I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you.”
She had started to smile, but now she was frowning. At least she didn’t look like she was going to cry anymore. “How can this dangerous plan be a part of protecting me?”
I stood. I hated that she didn’t trust me. I hated that she might even think that I didn’t have her best interests at heart. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“I…” A few tears streaked down her face.
“Jasmine.” My heart broke to see her so upset. “You have survived so much. Life has knocked you down so many times, but you keep on getting back up. You deserve your second and third chances at life. You deserve to be able to live your life the way you want to, without having to worry about someone wanting to take it from you.”
“Someone wants to hurt me because of you,” she murmured.
I sat back down, stunned. Was she blaming me for Greene attacking her? I never thought that would ever happen, that he would go after her. I knew the asshole was a sick fuck, but still, that was low. Beyond low.
“There’s always going to be bad guys out in the world,” I said quietly.
“Marie thinks you’re one of those bad guys,” she pointed out.
“I am a bad guy.” I grinned and winked at her. “In the bedroom that is.”
“Pax,” she warned.
Yeah, I knew now wasn’t the time for jokes. I cleared my throat. “My point is—”
“The guys from the van, I know. That wasn’t on you.”
“And I was your hero.”
“My savior.” Her smile was small, but I it warmed my heart.
“I’ll always be your hero.”
“I just…” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to go after him.”
“Why not?”
“You got shot the last time you did!”
“And Greene didn’t come after you with a gun. He doesn’t have one.”
“He has access to cash. He could’ve bought one between then and now for all we know. He’s been eluding us and the police. He’s smart.”
She had a point, and I wasn’t stupid enough to assume he wasn’t armed. The fucker was sticking around for a reason. He wanted her or me, or both of us, dead as much as we wanted him dead.
“But he’s not smart enough or else he would’ve ducked out of the city,” I explained. “He wants revenge as much as I—we—do. He’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move, and we’ll give it to him. Only it’ll be on our terms, where and when we want it to be, and it’ll all be over. He’ll be dead. End of story.”
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t you think I can keep you safe?”
“You have kept me safe these past few days.”
“You’ve hardly left the clubhouse. What about your dream of going to beauty school? I refuse to let you be too scared to do what you want.”
A fire flashed in her eyes. “I’m not too scared.”
Maybe not for herself. Maybe she was afraid for me. Regardless, this conversation was over. There was nothing I could say that would make her happy with the plan. “I’m not discussing this anymore,” I said as softly as I could. “If there was another way, believe me, I’d do it in a heartbeat, but this is the most straightforward way to lure that fucker out of hiding. I’d be putting you in more danger if I keep on waiting. And I’m not about to put you in more danger than I have to. You’ll be completely safe, I swear it, but this is going down. As backward as it sounds, this plan is the best way to keep you out of harm’s way. Please believe me.”
I never wanted that fire to go out of her eyes. She had to know I was always on her side. Always.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jasmine
The nerve of him! Thinking he could just say and do whatever he wanted! It was my life on the line, and his too. And his boys, because no way would this crazy ass plan go down without backup and lots of it. Didn’t he care about anyone? Didn’t he care about life? Or had the line between life and death blurred so much for him that he couldn’t tell between the two?
And dictating that the subject matter was closed! As if he had complete and total control of everything involving us.
I hadn’t felt this angry since I had decided to leave him for a second time. I wanted to yell at him, hell, maybe even slap him to try and knock some sense into him.
But then I noticed the slight slump in his shoulders, the faintest of lines around his lips as he scowled at the table. He was worried. He was afraid. He was just as angry as I was.
And he looked hot as hell.
I tried not to be, God did I try not to be, but I couldn’t help it. My anger was fueling my lust, and I wanted him so much it hurt. I wanted to feel safe in his arms. Wanted to express my feelings through action and touches and kisses instead of with words. I wanted to give all of myself and take from him, for him to take from me and to give all of himself.
We were fucked up like I told Marie, but we were fucked up together. Maybe that mattered or maybe it didn’t, but that was how my world was right now.
“Believe you,” I murmured his last words back to him.
Pax lifted his gaze from the table to my face. He looked so tortured, my Pax. Almost like he was overwhelmed and in over his head.
So many times, he had used sex to try to show me who was the boss. Right now, turnabout was fair play. I would be the one in charge. I would ease some of his worries.
I flipped my hair back and licked my lips. His eyes darkened as he watched me, and he shifted back in his seat, stretching out his long legs beneath the table.
“Believe you,” I repeated. I slipped a foot out of my shoe and ran it seductively up and down his leg. “I believe you. I believe that you need me.” I brought my foot even higher.
He grabbed it and pulled it onto his lap, forcing me forward on my chair. His skilled fingers massaged my foot, and I briefly closed my eyes, giving into the sensation of being rubbed and caressed.
“You need a woman to tel
l you what to do. Give me a kiss,” I demanded.
Pax dropped my foot, leaned over, and gave me a peck.
A peck.
What kind of a kiss was that?
“No. Kiss me.” I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. I moved my lips against his, my tongue sliding into his mouth. Warmth and heat spread throughout my body as he deepened the kiss, pulling slightly on my hair to get a better angle. Oh, God, his kisses alone were enough to make me wet and panting and ready for his Wonder Cock.
He pulled away, breaking off the kiss. “That better?” he asked.
I smiled at his breathlessness. “Much better.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and yanked him back to me for another kiss that left my toes curling. God, why was he so far away from me? Why was he wearing clothes? Why was I?
Now I was the one to break off the kiss. I practically ripped off my shirt in my haste to get it off.
Pax clucked his tongue. “You should let me.”
“Fine then. Undress me,” I demanded. I stood and pushed my chair back so we would have more room.
But Pax—always wanting to have some measure of control—painstakingly, torturously undressed himself first. He lifted his shirt at a snail’s pace, revealing his abs two at a time before taking it off completely. Then he dropped it on the floor. His belt he also took his sweet time with. Thank God he didn’t ever bother to wear boxers or briefs. Once he finally kicked off his pants, I could see his big hard cock, and I licked my lips again. So thick and long, and the tip was glistening with pre-cum. Perfect.
I was itching to be naked myself, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten the better of me. I had told him to undress me, and he would.
“My turn,” I demanded, waving him over.
His smirk was enough to make my knees weak. With his teeth, he tugged down my right bra strap then my left. I was panting by the time he reached around behind my back to unhook it. My bra fell to the ground, and he kicked it out of the way.
Oh, my word.
I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my legs together, trying to create friction to release some of the tension building there. I needed him, and I needed him now. And he knew it, the bastard. He knew just how badly I wanted him. From the looks of his throbbing cock, he wanted me just as badly. He was torturing us both. It was so painful. And so wonderful too.
His hands skimmed my hips as he tugged off my miniskirt. Now I stood before him in only my black thong. Again, his teeth went to work as he pulled it down inch by inch.
A moan slipped out, and I closed my eyes. Feeling his breath against my legs as he pulled my thong off of me with his teeth was incredible.
Being the boss during our sexy times was amazing.
Now that I was naked, I opened my mouth to issue my next demand—that he would lie down so I could mount him and control every aspect of our lovemaking—but Pax picked me up. Not just a little bit either. Up and up and up so that my legs were on his shoulders, my pussy against his face, against his mouth. The ceiling in the room was tall enough to accommodate this, thank God, but I couldn’t help feeling a little put out. After all, he was taking control away from me!
But then he started placing soft kisses on my lips down there, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was in charge, or I was, or we took turns… None of that matter. Just our mutual pleasure. So long as we were together, it shouldn’t be about who was controlling who. It should just be about the giving of ourselves. Of our love and our desires and wants and needs.
And orgasms. Can’t forget that.
His lips found my clit, and I gasped. My fingers once again threaded through his hair as I struggled to stay upright. His hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as I squirmed against his mouth, wanting him to eat me out all the more. His tongue flicked my clit, and I moaned loudly. God, he knew just what to do, just where to touch me. He had memorized my body, and he could play me like a fool.
He licked and kissed and sucked until I couldn’t take it much longer. I needed to reach that climax. I needed that release. I was so damn close…
“Make me come,” I begged, my voice almost unrecognizable. It was too raw and thick with need.
Pax didn’t seem to hear me. He sure wasn’t licking or kissing or sucking me any harder or faster. I just knew he was doing this on purpose.
I gyrated against his mouth. “Make me come!” I screamed. “Damn it, Pax!”
And what did he do?
Did he make me come?
Did he increase the tempo, pick up the pace, or work harder?
Did he even continue pleasuring me?
No. None of the above.
Instead, he lowered me back to the ground. I was speechless. Before I could react, he forced me onto the table that his buddies had been sitting around not that long ago. I was on my stomach, the entire length of my body pressing down onto the table. It groaned as he climbed onto it too.
“Did you enjoy that?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling me, making me even hornier.
“I’d enjoying coming more,” I replied. He really had to stop teasing me or else I would take matters into my own hands. Hm… I bet he would like watching me get myself off…
“Oh, you’ll come. Don’t you worry about that.” Pax brushed my hair from my neck and trailed a line of kisses down my back to my ass. He even spread my legs and kissed my pussy again, this time from the back. “So wet,” he muttered.
“For you, always.”
“Damn straight,” he grunted as he eased himself inside of me.
So thick and long, and, damn was he thrusting hard. His hands were all over me, rubbing my back, squeezing between the table and my chest to pinch and roll my nipples, down my stomach to my clit. It felt like he had four arms. He was touching me everywhere, and the sensations were just too much for me to handle.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you want?”
Tears prickled my eyes. It felt so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Almost. So damn close.
“What do you want?” he repeated, slowing down his thrusting.
I shoved my ass toward him to force him to go faster. “I want to come.”
“So do I,” he grunted.
“But you’re…” Oh, God, he had to go faster! Harder! Deeper! “Stop torturing me!” I begged.
“You know you like it.”
I didn’t like it. I loved it. When he drew it out like this, the orgasm was sometimes stronger than when I came multiple times. But I so needed that release, the one only he could give me.
“Let me come,” I begged. “Just let me come.”
His right hand played with my clit, but he still wasn’t thrusting fast enough for either of us to climax. He wiggled his hand free from being trapped between me and the table and shoved a few fingers into my mouth. I was so wet my juices were covering my clit, and I licked his fingers dry.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pausing for a second mid-thrust.
He was almost too close himself.
I grinned devilishly. I did not want to wait any longer. It didn’t matter if he did. We were going to come, and we were going to come together.
I waited until he brought his hand back to my clit, and whenever he applied pressure there, I squeezed my walls around his cock as hard as I could.
“Fuck,” he breathed again.
“That’s right,” I said. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Whatever…” He rammed himself into me. “You…” He pulled out. “Want.” And he slammed back into me.
I kept on squeezing his cock with the tight hot walls of my pussy, until he quickened his pace to the frantic one I needed. I was close, so close, too close…
“Come on,” I demanded. “Come now!”
I could feel his hot cum squirting out of him right as my walls became to spasm from the force of my orgasm. I was panting, breathless, still shoving my ass against him to meet his thrusts. The force of the orgasm left me
broken, yet whole.
We were not two. We were one.
He had a way of overwhelming me, but I had a feeling that was mutual.
“How was that?” he asked as he pulled out of me.
I groaned.
Pax laughed as he helped me off the table. There was a huge wet spot where we had joined and a lighter damp outline of where our sweaty bodies had laid on the table. It would have to be washed. Later. Much later.
