by Lane Hart
"If you get out then I'm fucked," I tell her.
"I could still help with the case, just not try it. Ryan should be the one to try it anyways. I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm going to screw it all up," she says with a shake of her beautiful head.
I finally give into the urge and reach for her hand.
"There's no one that can do this better, so stop trying to bail on me."
"Then don't do this," she replies, pulling her hand out from under mine.
Motherfucker. She's gone back to ice princess mode. Screw that.
I hold my tongue on the way back to the hotel, through the lobby, and on the elevator. I don't say a word while I wait for Page to pull out her key card. Then it's on.
I press my body against her back and hear her gasp. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I run the other one up the front of her thigh, heading underneath her dress. Her entire body shivers, but she doesn't protest.
When the lights on the door finally flash green, I pull on the handle and lift her forward into the room to get us out of the hallway. As soon as her feet hit the floor, I yank her panties down and off so I can cup her bare pussy.
Her head falls back against my chest, and she moans when my fingertips graze along her slit. Feeling her wetness is almost enough to bring me to my knees.
I let go of her waist to work on the zipper running down her back, peeling the dress off of her, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra and blue heels. The bra I quickly discard, but the heels, oh the heels can stay.
I rub my erection that's protruding angrily from my pants against her bare ass while filling my hands with her pussy and breast. She's getting closer, and my cock is about to bust its way out of my fly.
Page's body convulses and she whimpers through her orgasm before she goes limp. My arms are all that keep her upright.
Now that I have her good and relaxed, I know she'll be much more agreeable to keeping this two person party going. I pick her up and lay her down on the bed so I can get myself undressed.
With a faraway look in her eyes she watches my every move as I lose my suit jacket and shoes, then my pants with boxers, before finally ditching the hundred button dress shirt. I crawl up on the bed beside her, expecting her to second guess this and be timid. I've never been so happy to be wrong.
Page climbs on top of me, kissing me for all she’s worth. My hands grip her ass greedily, grinding her against my hard cock until the fighter in me can't stand being on my back any longer. I flip our positions, putting her underneath me, and spread her thighs wider by wedging my knees between them.
"Please, Jax," she moans against my lips.
"Please, what?" I ask while moving my mouth down, tasting her delicious neck. Of course, I know what she wants, I just want to hear her say it.
"Fuck me," she says softly. "Please fuck me."
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so damn good, princess," I assure her. "But only on two conditions. Look at me, Page," I order, waiting for her eyes to open. She finally blinks her cobalt blue eyes up at me. "Promise me that this," I motion my finger between the two of us, "isn't going to stop just because of the case, and promise me that you're going to be the one to take my case to trial no matter what."
"Jax..." she starts, avoiding my eyes like she's going to argue, but I know a way of persuading her. I slide down her body and nuzzle her pussy with my nose, making her squirm. I kiss her flesh softly with just my lips before letting my tongue snake out to wet her.
"Oh God!"
Hearing her cry out I go to work on her clit, easing two fingers inside of her at the same time. Just like this morning, her hips go wild, and her moans almost sound like she's in pain when she finally comes. Reaching down she tries to pull my body back up hers.
"I promise. Now fuck me, damn it!" she exclaims.
Smiling in triumph I head for my pants to grab the condom out of my wallet, and Page starts freaking out.
"Where are you going? I need you in me," she says, raising up and grasping my bicep with both hands, her expression almost frantic.
I can't help but cough out a laugh, seeing her so damn horny. "Can I get a condom first?" I ask.
"Oh. Okay," she says with an exhale and lets me go. This is going to be so fucking incredible.
After I have the condom from my wallet, I lay back down on the bed and offer it to her between my two fingers.
"Put it on, then saddle up and ride me, princess."
She tears the wrapper and places the latex circle on the tip of my cock to start rolling it down. The look of intense concentration on her face is almost comical, and I have to hold back my chuckle so I won't piss her off. When the condom is finally to her satisfaction, she throws her leg over my hips, straddling me. My sense of humor is lost when she holds my cock upright and eases her tight pussy down on it. The only thing sexier than a pissed off Page is a naked Page riding my cock like a cowboy's wet dream.
Unable to keep my hands off of her any longer I reach up and grab two handfuls of her breasts. Suddenly it's like a switch is flipped. The woman freezes before she starts scrambling off of me.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I can't do this," she says, climbing off the bed.
No, no, no. What the hell happened to my eager, horny Page?
"What are you talking about?" I ask, sitting up on the edge of the mattress.
"Why did you want me to fuck you like she did? In the same freaking hotel?" she yells, and then I curse when she pulls her dress back on. Wait, what is she talking about? Oh shit!
"Page, calm down and talk to me for a second, okay? I want to fuck you any way I can. With you on top, I can see your gorgeous body while we do it, that's the only reason I suggested it. Damn it, I didn't even think about her or the similarity because there is none between you and her."
"This is a bad idea," she mutters with her back to me.
"No, it's not. Stop overthinking things, take the dress off, and get back in bed with me so I can fuck some sense into you."
"Maybe after your case is over..." she starts, but I'm not going to let her pull away from me any further.
Coming off the bed, I launch myself at her, silencing her with my mouth so she can't talk any more nonsense. I jerk the damn dress off again and then I pick her up and carry her back to bed, covering her body with mine when I lay her out on the mattress.
Intertwining my fingers with hers, I pin them both above her head, holding her smaller ones with just one of mine. She spreads her thighs wider so I can fit against her body, and since I still have on the condom, I ease into her tight warmth.
Her back arches while her hips thrust against mine and she moans into my mouth. Pretty sure I've ended her doubts, I still want to know for sure.
"You okay?" I pull back to ask.
"Yes, don't stop," she says quickly before lifting her head to cover my mouth with hers again. Her legs lock around my waist, and when I feel her heels digging into my lower back, I start pounding into her with more force. I reach down and cup her ass, squeezing it while driving into her clenching pussy.
"Jax, oh shit, yes!" she breaks our kiss to throw her head back and moan, making me smile. The woman never says a single swear word until she's getting off.
"You close, baby?" I ask, not sure how much longer I can last. She feels too damn amazing.
"Yes!"
Letting go of her hands, I grab her thighs and press her knees to her chest, changing the angle and making her tighter.
"Oh fuck, Jax!" she exclaims when she squeezes my cock. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and shove deep inside her pussy to feel her walls quiver with her orgasm.
Page's arms go around my back holding me tightly while her body writhes underneath mine, and I lose it.
"Ah…ah, God!" I groan when every muscle in my body tenses on my next thrust and then shudders with pleasure. "Fuck, Page."
My hips rock slowly forward a few more times, trying to milk every last drop of ecstasy from my cock. I kiss her neck be
tween pants, before moving down to her collarbone and then to one of her heavy breasts. I tongue her hard nipple and suck her soft flesh into my mouth, content and happy after finally doing what I've fantasized about so many times.
"Mmm, that was incredible," Page says softly, running her hands up and down my back. "Just like this morning."
"Hell yes, it was," I agree with a satisfied smile. Moving back up to her eye level, I like seeing all of the markings my mouth and beard have left on her pale chest and neck.
"Don't we have to check out in like," she raises her head to get a look at the clock. “Crap, five minutes?
I reach over to pick up the landline hotel phone and press zero without moving off of Page.
"Front desk," a woman answers.
"Hey, this is Jackson Malone. Can I keep the four rooms in my name for another night?" I ask while admiring Page's beautiful, flushed and very satisfied face below me.
"Sure, Mr. Malone. That won't be a problem since Monday's are our slowest occupancy day. I'll make the reservation for you right now."
"Great, thanks," I say, and then hang up the phone. "Nope, we don't have to check out until tomorrow at noon."
Page laughs underneath me. "So now what?" she asks.
I reach for the phone again and dial Jude's room number.
"Hello?" he answers.
"We're staying another night. Let Dad know."
He chuckles on the other end of the line. "And why would that be? So you can practice the rear naked choke hold with Page? Ask her if I can watch, you know for training purposes. Oh but, wait, you're probably just kissing each other, right?"
I hang up on him.
"Now we're going to stay here in this room for the next twenty-four hours. Shit!" I exclaim when I suddenly remembered something important. "Okay, after I grab some condoms we're going to stay right here, and I'm going to fuck you at least once on every surface in this room. You decide where you want it the next round, and I'll be right back." I reluctantly stand up, throwing away the used condom to start getting dressed.
"Jax, wait," Page stops me, sitting up on her elbows. "Maybe you ought to have Jude buy them, you know with the charges and all, and the media being so greedy to get dirt on you?"
"Hell, you're probably right." I grab my cell phone from my pants pocket to call him on his, this time in case he's already left his room to find Dad.
"Why are you calling me instead of mounting a beautiful blonde right now?" he answers.
"I need a favor. Can you go buy me some condoms?"
He laughs. "And what if I refuse?"
"Then I guess I'll have to, but we're trying to avoid bad press."
"I'll think about it."
"Jude!"
"Kidding. I'll go," he huffs.
I let out my breath in relief. "Thanks. Box of Magnum Thins. At least a dozen, not a skimpy three pack."
"TMI, man, and you're going to fucking owe me for this."
"I know," I respond before hanging up and climbing back into bed with the gorgeous, naked woman watching me.
"A dozen?" Page asks with a smile. "A little optimistic of you, don't you think?"
"I know three wouldn't be enough. Six probably won't be either," I assure her. "Are you hungry? I can call in something."
"Not for food," she says, reaching down to stroke my semi-hard cock back to life. I brush my lips over hers and kiss her softly, holding myself back from entering her by only a thin thread until there's a knock on the door.
"Finally," I say. Jumping up I grab a towel from the rack in her bathroom and wrap it around my hips before yanking the door open.
It's not Jude.
"Oh, um, they told me this was Page's room," Elliot, the bastard, stammers in surprise.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Other than his eyes widening in surprise, he looks the same as he did out in front of Page’s office a few nights ago. He smooths his hand nervously over his brown, side sweeping politician haircut.
"Well...it was. But, um, her whirlpool didn't work so we switched," I quickly come up with the lie. "She's in the next room over now, eight-twenty." I give him my room number.
"Really?" he asks, looking over my shoulder into the room. I know he can't see the bed from this angle, thank fuck. I can tell by the narrowing of his eyes that he wants to call bullshit and storm past me into the room, but he won't because he's a pussy. Or he's just smart because he knows I'd kick his fucking ass for even trying.
"Yeah, but after we got back from court, I think she went down to the spa to get a massage or some shit," I further the lie to try and get rid of him before he pushes the issue and I fuck up my pretrial release with a new assault charge.
"Oh, right. I'll try to find her there," he says, and then thankfully, he heads back to the elevator bank, rubbing the back of his neck and looking up and down the hall.
As soon as the door shuts, Page is up and dressing. "Crap, crap, crap. Quick, go get your things and bring them in here, and then give me your key."
There goes the most awesome day of my life, right down the motherfucking drain.
"Here, they gave me two," I tell her, grabbing one of the keys from my pants pockets and offering it to her. "Are you going to tell him to leave?"
"I'm going to try. He can't find out about us, or he'll turn me in!" she exclaims while grabbing her bags, that were thankfully already packed since we'd planned to check out when we got back from court. "Hurry!" she instructs me.
Fucking son of a bitch.
I throw my clothes back on then start the room swap, grabbing my bags from the other room and dragging them to the new one.
I should've told the bastard I'd just fucked his fiancée and been done with it, but Page was right. If she pissed him off, he'd rat her out to the State Bar.
After Page is gone to settle in her new room and wait for the asshole to return, I sit on the edge of the rumpled bed and look around, wanting to break everything in this damn room in anger and annoyance. Then Jude actually knocks on the door. I go yank the door open and let him in without a word.
"You sure do have a lot of clothes on to be fucking."
I walk back over and sink down on the unmade bed, my elbows digging in my knees while I cover my face in frustration.
"Where's Page?" he asks.
"In her new room, which is my old one."
"Oh-kay?"
"Elliot just showed up."
"Who the fuck is Elliot?" he asks.
"Page's fiancé."
"Ohhh."
"I opened the door, thinking it was you. Thank God he didn't see her in here."
"So I guess you won't be needing these?" he asks with a smirk, holding up the brown bag.
"I need to punch something."
"Wanna head to the gym?"
"Might as well," I agree with a sigh. "Just give me a second to change."
Chapter Ten
Page
I quickly shower and then dress in some cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I scatter a few of my things around Jax's room to make it appear like I've been here more than five minutes. I can’t help but notice that his room is not nearly as nice as mine. Then there's nothing for me to do but wait for the inevitable.
I've just pulled my laptop out and sat it down on the desk to look busy when there's a knock on the door. Here we go.
Yanking it open I pretend to be shocked by his presence. "Elliot? What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd surprise you. I was driving back through from my meeting in New York and figured I could give you a ride home. When's check out?"
"Oh, well we decided to stay another night."
"Why?" he asks, and I don't miss the tick in his jaw.
Think quickly. Think quickly. "To talk to one of the employees, a potential witness, who doesn't come into work until tonight."
"Oh." I'm pretty sure he bought my lie.
"So I bet you're in a hurry to get home. You don’t have to wait for me."
"Not that big of a
hurry," he says, reaching for my hip.
I quickly swat his hand away. After I've slept with Jax, he deserves to know the truth. Well, a partial truth. "Elliot, I've been thinking, and um, I don't want to do this anymore."
"Do what?" he asks.
"This. Us. I'm not…I don't want to marry you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He walks past me, moving farther into my room and looking around, so I let the door close.
"I don't want to be with you anymore," I say softly to his back.
"So what, you're breaking up with me?" he asks when he whirls around, his voice growing louder, his face turning redder. "What the hell is going on, Page? Is fucking around with your client that damn good?"
"I didn't fuck my client," I lie with as much conviction as possible.
"Bullshit!" he yells before jerking down the collar of my shirt, exposing my breasts. "Where'd all those fucking marks come from, you lying bitch?"
"Elliot, stop. You...you need to leave," I stutter, trying to pull away and get his hands off me.
The next thing I know my left cheek is stinging painfully, and he's forcing me backward, down onto the bed, his hands wrapping tightly around my neck.
"Is this what he does to you? Is this what you like now?" he growls as his face contorts above mine in anger. My hands start clawing at his, my nails digging into his flesh while I bring my knees up to my chest trying to keep him off of me. He doesn't budge.
Realizing I'm completely powerless to stop Elliot I do the only thing I can think of.
"Jax!" I scream his name, hoping I'm loud enough for him to hear me through the thin walls. Then the room starts darkening, and I feel myself drifting off, my body going limp.
When I come to again Elliot's hands are gone from me. I cough and gasp lungs full of desperately needed oxygen. I finally manage to sit up and find Jax on the ground, on top of Elliot, hitting him over and over again while Jude tries to pull him off. My hearing finally starts coming back to the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and Jax's loud cursing.
"Jax!" I try to yell, but my voice is too hoarse. And I had to say, after what just happened, it is kind of satisfying to see Elliot getting beat half to death. Finally, Jax eases up and lets Jude pull him away.
