Indiscretion: A Standalone Forbidden Romance

by Lane Hart

  Once Page is handed her beach bag and my wallet's thrown inside it, I slip on my flip flops, and we start heading to the front of the hotel. I'm pretty sure there's an urgent care just right down the road. Doubt we'll even need a taxi.

  "So what else are you scared of, tough guy?" Page asks after I carry her a few minutes in silence.

  I debate whether or not to admit my other fear. But when I look down at her warm, cobalt blue eyes I know I'd confess anything to this woman. Well, almost anything. I sure as hell can't tell her that I want her too.

  "I'm claustrophobic," I tell her. "I can tolerate elevators as long as they're well ventilated, you know, not hot and stuffy. But if it's only a few flights, I'd rather take the stairs. Nothing worse that tiny boxes being held by a fucking string."

  "Oh God. I'm sorry, Jax," she says in understanding, burying her face in my neck. I'd almost swear I felt her lips press against my skin. The woman is trying her best to break me. "Was it really bad? Those days you were in jail?" she asks.

  I shrug, refusing to admit I'd freaked out like a pussy. "The county lock up back home wasn't so bad, but the one here? Nasty and hot as fuck. Instead of sleeping on a mat laid out on the grungy floor I slept standing up against the wall all night. Well, what little I did sleep. Thankfully I was only there for one night, and my dad posted my bond the next morning."

  "No wonder you were so angry that afternoon," she says softly, and I assume she means the day we met. "And you really don't want to go back, do you?" she asks as I cross a street, now only a block away from the urgent care on the corner.

  "Fuck no I don't. That's why I've got an incredibly smart and very expensive attorney."

  "What if I let you down? Maybe we should bring someone else on until Ryan's trial finishes up. He said he could be tied up a few more weeks."

  "You're not going to let me down," I tell her, and watch as she chews on her bottom lip with unnecessary worry. "That's maybe the only thing in my life that I'm actually certain of."

  "But-" she starts.

  "But nothing," I interrupt her, and then pull open the door to the clinic. I carry Page in and sit her down in a plastic chair while I go to the front desk to check her in.

  "Hi," the young woman in scrubs says to me with a smile while blatantly ogling me. I've kept my glasses and hat on to cover at least part of my face. "We normally require shirts, but I think we can make an exception to that policy for you."

  "Ah, thanks. We were just out swimming in the ocean when she got stung by a jellyfish," I explain, nodding over to Page.

  "Oh," the nurse says, her facing falling when she sees the beautiful woman I just carried in. "She'll need to fill out these forms, and then the doctor should be able to see you soon."

  "Thanks," I say, accepting her offered clipboard that holds a stack of papers and has a pen attached with a metal string.

  "Here, they need you to fill all this out," I tell Page, handing it off to her.

  She nods and takes the forms to start completing them. I look over her shoulder and see that her birthday is December twentieth, which is about the crappiest time for one. She's allergic to penicillin and mold. She had her tonsils taken out when she was eight-years-old, and she takes anti-anxiety and antidepressant medications every day. So she really has been diagnosed as being high strung. Once she checks all the little boxes and signs her name fifteen times I take the forms back to the lady at the front, and then we wait.

  Every few minutes Page continues to wince like she's in pain while we sit in the hard plastic chairs. I'm about to go bitch about them taking forever when they finally call her back. As soon as I stand up beside her, she holds out her palm. "I'm pretty sure I can walk that far."

  I motion for her to go for it, walking slowly behind her. It's the first chance I've had to get a good look at her sting, and it's something else. Red wavy whelps cover a section of her lower back and around her side, with more of the same under her right butt cheek, that yes, I also checked out. Damn. No wonder she's in pain.

  After they confirm with her that she doesn't mind me tagging along, they check her blood pressure, which is a little high at one-twenty-eight over ninety. The nurse assures us it’s probably due to the pain. Page's temperature is normal, and she weighs a hundred and twenty-six pounds.

  Page lays flat on her stomach on the exam table after the nurse leaves us alone in a room. With nothing but her tiny strings holding up her top, and the small triangle covering her perfectly curved ass, I'm about to lose my shit. I sit down in the plastic chair and apply pressure to my rising cock, doing more harm than good. Now it's just springing back up looking for more attention.

  Unable to take the temptation any longer, I jump out of my seat. Under the pretense of looking at her injury, I stand right beside her ass and trail my fingertips along the sting imprints, careful not to actually touch them. Page squirms and cold chill bumps raise under the tips of my fingers. "Cold?" I ask her.

  "No," she replies. She doesn't tell me to stop touching her, so I don't. Hell, I know she wants my hands on her, and it's a goddamn shame I can't take things further. Well, maybe a little further won't hurt anything.

  ...

  Page

  Oh for the love of all that is holy, what is that man doing? I mean, not that I want him to stop. I'm barely suppressing my groans because the skin to skin contact feels so good, but I'd also like to know what the heck he's doing. Is this what Jude meant? That I'm finally wearing him down?

  Jax has been acting differently today. Not in the weird, this is awkward because I turned you down way either. No, it's more like a sensitive side to him I've never experienced. And I was shocked to find out that this normally tough, arrogant, angry man is scared of needles and small spaces. Now I have even more motivation to make sure he's not found guilty by a jury so that he won't get an active prison sentence.

  Pushing those unhappy thoughts aside, I close my eyes to savor this amazingly intimate experience. Jax's massive lethal hand gliding a path so soft and gentle along my spine and down my leg. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. But wait. He said he didn't want me. Is he just horny and I'm the only available option?

  Ugh. I don't like that thought at all. I don't have much time to ruminate on that, though because Jax finds a way to distract me. On an up pass, his feather-light touch moves to the inside of my thigh, and I almost hyperventilate.

  "You're leaving a wet spot on the table," he says.

  "Huh?" I ask. Am I so aroused it's leaking out? I look down at the white paper covering the exam table. Of course, he's referring to my still soggy bathing suit. "Haha," I mutter, relaxing my body back down.

  Jax's finger is grazing along the outer seam of my bikini bottom when there's a knock on the door. He jerks his hand away like I've managed to sting him.

  "Miss Davenport?" a woman's voice asks.

  "Oh, um, hey," I say, starting to get into a sitting position.

  "No stay where you are, so I can get a good look," she says, and I hear the snap of gloves. "I'm Dr. Bailey, and...Well, hello there."

  Of course, she's checking out Jax.

  "Hi, how's it going?" he asks, and she giggles. The doctor, a woman who spent years in medical school, is actually giggling like a little girl. You'd think he asked her to strip down naked instead of offering a neutral greeting. It reminds me of Joey from Friends being able to just say "How you doin'?" to make women swoon.

  I yelp and jump out of my skin when the woman actually touches the sting!

  "You okay?" Jax asks when he comes to stand up by my head.

  "Uh-huh," I answer. And, oh yes, he's a very nice distraction from the pain. I'll just memorize the indentations of his six pack of abs while the doctor pokes and prods me. Ah, and those lovely cuts of muscle that travel down underneath the low waistband of his board-shorts forming a V. I want to follow those two beautiful lines home.

  Jax squats down so that he's eye level with me, resting his forearms on the exam table. I reach out and pu
ll his sunglasses off, wanting to actually see his midnight eyes. His gorgeous face is even better than his sculpted muscles.

  "Now you just ruined my secret identity," he tells me with a wide, panty-wetting smile.

  "I think you're safe from all your fangirls in here," I respond. "Mostly."

  "Well, it looks like there aren't any tentacles left behind," the doctor says. "I'm going to apply some vinegar, and then we'll need to use a razor to shave the area, making sure to remove any remaining nematocysts."

  "What the fuckocysts?" Jax asks, making me and the doctor both laugh. "And you won't have to use any, ah, needles will you?"

  "No needles and nematocysts are the jellyfish's poisonous cells that activate their venom," she says before she opens the door and gives instructions to the nurse. A few minutes later vinegar is poured on my back and upper thigh. Then the sadist runs the razor with no shaving cream over the raised stings!

  "Ah God," I groan and press my forehead against my folded arms. I feel Jax's palms rubbing up and down them before he squeezes my hand. I hold onto him while the evil woman works her dull blade all the way down my burning lower back and side, to the skin below my bottoms. When I feel liquid poured over it again I assume it's over, thank goodness.

  "All set. You may need some hydrocortisone cream to rub on the areas once or twice a day until it heals."

  "Great," I say sarcastically.

  "Give this to them out front and they'll take care of you," the doctor tells us quickly, papers rustling. "You might want to stay out of the ocean for a few days." The door opens and then quickly shuts again.

  I move into a sitting position, letting my legs dangle off the side of the table before trying to ease my weight down on the sore area near my upper thigh.

  "Frick," I huff as I finally accomplish my goal. I'm about to jump down, but then Jax is suddenly there in front of me. His big warm hands spread my legs apart to wedge his body between them. I gasp when I feel his hard, thick length press between my thighs. Only two very thin pieces of fabric keep us from finding out how well his enormous key will fit into my throbbing lock. Oh and I bet he'd slide right in, even if it would require a minute to adjust to all of his size.

  My greedy hands automatically reach for his sculpted stomach while his continue sliding forward on the top of my thighs. When I look up into his beautiful face, his dark eyes are filled with need. Need for me or just...any woman?

  Before I can ask, his lips part and dip down to capture my bottom one between his two. They move to do the same to my smaller top lip before his tongue sweeps in and brushes mine, making me moan. I'm desperate for more and tangle my hands in his hair to tell him so. In response his palm reaches up to cup my jaw, tilting my head to the side allowing him a better angle at which to dominate my mouth.

  God, the man kisses even better than he looks. As if his seeking tongue isn't enough to turn up the heat, melting me from the inside out, one of his thumbs on my inner thigh wanders over and presses against my pulsing clit through my thin, damp swimsuit.

  "Mmm." I shudder and moan with pleasure, urging Jax onward.

  Between the incredible kiss and the applied pressure of his thumb, it doesn't take long before my body starts to shake. While I'm gasping for air and convulsing, Jax's mouth moves down my chest. His tongue snakes underneath one of the triangles covering my breast and flicks against my nipple before his hand jerks the material out of the way to grant him unrestricted access to suck on more flesh. The cold air and my arousal have my nipples beaded and sensitive. My fingers continue to thread in the back of his wet hair, holding him in place.

  Once I have some of my wits back, I realize Jax is still hard as a rock between my legs, needing his own sweet relief. I let go of his hair with one palm and reach down between our bodies to caress his cock.

  "Ah fuck," Jax mutters around his mouth full of my tingling nipple. He keeps his hands busy weighing and taking measurements of both of my breasts.

  I like the feel of his long thickness in my grasp, but I want to touch his skin and run my fingers over every vein and every single inch of his length. Sliding my hand underneath his waistband, I finally get my hand around his velvety smooth, hard as steel shaft.

  On a groan, Jax goes completely still a second before his hips began to thrust, slowly at first and then becoming more frantic, telling me he's getting close. He's a lot to hold on to, but I try and cover as much ground as I can with my small hand.

  Jax's teeth nip my breast before his mouth returns to mine, his tongue plunging possessively in and out of my mouth in time to my quickening strokes. He growls low in his throat and shudders when his warm release pulses all over my fingers. The pressure of his lips on mine ease up as his body gradually relaxes.

  "God...I needed that," is the first thing he says. That snaps me back to reality quicker than you can click the heels of your ruby slippers. He said he "needed that," meaning the orgasm, not that he needed me or even wanted me.

  "Because it's been a long time?" I ask, quickly losing the last wave of the ecstasy that had felt as strong as a tsunami just moments ago.

  "Well, yeah," Jax replies, moving away from me to grab some tissues from the opposite counter. He offers me a wad, which I accept to clean up with.

  "How long?" I ask, keeping my eyes lowered.

  "Huh?" he asks. "I haven't fucked anyone since the night before I got arrested."

  "So you'll what? Screw around with me because it's convenient for you to get off, even though you're not 'interested' in me?" I ask, hopping off the table. I try not to let my face show the pain that shoots through my leg and back.

  When my cold feet hit the tile floor, I also realize I'm screwed. I don't have any shoes because the big jerk carried me. Forget that, I'd rather take my chances with tetanus. Maybe I can get a booster shot before I walk out of the office.

  I grab my beach bag and head for the exam room door after I make sure my girly parts are all covered back up. I eventually find the front of the clinic, walking as fast as my sore leg will allow.

  "Page, wait," Jax says behind me, but I ignore him. He's horny. I'm here and throwing myself at him. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what just went down and why.

  I smile at the woman behind the checkout counter when I hand her my paperwork, although I'm the furthest thing from being in a cheerful mood.

  "That'll be one-fourteen," the middle-aged brunette says unenthusiastically.

  A hundred and fourteen bucks to pour a dollar bottle of vinegar on me and scrape my sore skin with a fifty cent razor? Wow, what a rip. I hand over my debit card, which is when Jax catches up to me.

  "I was going to take care of the bill," he says.

  I didn't miss the sudden flurry of females suddenly converging and crowding around the small checkout desk. There're more open mouths gawking at Jax than the blow-up doll section in a sex shop.

  "That's ridiculous. It's my back and leg, so why would you take care of it?" I ask him.

  "Because it's my fault you're here this weekend in the first place."

  "Right," I say at the reminder that I'm supposed to be here on business. I'm his attorney. I just gave my client a freaking hand job. After he got me off while he had his mouth on my breasts.

  Awesome.

  I can imagine writing that up for the State Bar Ethics Committee. Well, members of the committee, I didn't fuck him, I just stroked his cock until he came. No, I didn't clearly conflict myself out of his case. I can represent him without remembering what it feels like to have his tongue in my mouth and on my tits while his hand is between my legs. Gah!

  "Page, wait!" Jax yells after I take my receipt and walk out the front doors. "You don't have any shoes on. Let me at least get a cab."

  "I'm fine," I say, already feeling tiny pebbles embedded into my heels. I hope it’s pebbles and not say, pieces of broken beer bottles or dirty syringes?

  "Hard-headed woman," Jax mutters behind me.

  When we reach the hotel, I go straight
to the elevator banks and smack the up arrow, hoping Jude and their dad will bring my flip flops and towel in with them.

  "I'm sorry," Jax says when we're alone in the small metal box. Those two words make me feel about the same amount of inches tall. It's exactly what he'd said last night when he rejected me. "I crossed a line I swore I wouldn't with you, and it won't happen again."

  "Good to know," I say, crossing my arms over my barely covered chest.

  "Hey, this is all your fault-"

  "My fault!" I exclaim.

  "You can't keep flaunting your ass and tits in front of me and expect me to keep my hands off of you! But from now on that's exactly what I'm going to do."

  "Yes, I think you've already made that perfectly clear, you big jerk."

  I pull my keycard out of my bag before the elevator doors open, so I can quickly escape this infuriating man. After I slam my room door practically in his face, I pull off my sandy, wet bathing suit and take a warm shower, which burns the fire out of my stings.

  If my mood isn't shitty enough already after making a fool of myself and being extremely unprofessional, when I unplug my phone from the charger I've got three missed calls from Elliot, two from my dad, and one from my mom. Wonderful.

  Elliot has also taken the time to send me a few sweet text messages to let me know he's thinking of me. One says, "Where the hell are you?" and another later one says, "You're fucking him, aren't you?"

  That’s it! As soon as we get back to town Monday I’m calling it off. I’m tempted to break up with him via text message, but that’s the wimpy way out. This is something I need to say face-to-face.

  Feeling brazen I simply type in a response of "XOXO you, too" and hit send before turning my phone off and slumping backward on the king size mattress. My eyes are heavy from exhaustion after the day's excitement, so it takes no time at all for me to fall sound asleep.

  ...

  I wake up to a knock on my door, or on one of the rooms next door. Sitting up I glance over at the alarm clock beside the bed and see that it's six-thirty. I've been asleep for over two hours. There's another knock, definitely on my door. I only have a towel around me from my shower but say screw it. Checking the peephole first I see that it's Jude in a black Havoc logo tee and cargo shorts.