Jax considered his options. Tessa had always shown a certain... interest... in him. She was a typically beautiful woman with her long blonde hair and golden tanned skin.
On the other hand, Amaranth was dark haired, pale skinned and mysterious. There was more to her than met the eye, and Jax wanted to know all of her secrets.
"Sorry Tess," he said, moving off the couch even as his balls screamed in protest. "Not tonight."
Amaranth looked up at him, and he was surprised to see the fire burning in her eyes. Was it possible that she wanted him as much as he wanted her?
Jax finished his beer and crunched the can in his hand, dropping it into the waste paper basket as he walked by Amaranth, his eyes burning her with his hot gaze. He walked through the curtain that separated his room from the rest of the bus, stripping his shirt off and throwing it onto the unmade bed and he walked straight through to the bathroom, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his legs as he turned the shower on.
Soft hands drifted across the hard planes of his back and he closed his eyes.
She got his message.
His jeans were tossed carelessly across the room, followed shortly by his briefs. Amaranth sank to her knees in front of him, her hand curled around his hard cock.
Jax fisted his hand in her long dark hair, pulling her head closer to him. He watched in fascination as Amaranth's full pink lips opened, then closed, around his dick.
His hand gripped her hair tighter, pushing her head down further as her warm mouth sank down over him.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she hummed, her head moving in time to an unsung beat.
His aching balls tightened as she swallowed his length, his hand pulling her hair back as he threw his own head back, letting out a feral growl. His hips moved in unison with her mouth, thrusting his cock deeper inside.
Just when he didn't think he could handle anymore, her small hand found his balls, cupping them and digging her long nails lightly into the sensitive skin.
His legs just about gave way as his balls emptied, and Jax had to grab the basin behind him as Amaranth swallowed everything he offered.
She slipped his cock out of her mouth, her lips making a slight smacking sound as she let him go.
She moved to her feet, a wicked grin on her face as Jax breathed heavily, his cock still rock hard and jutting up proudly.
“Jax?” Tobey called from outside the bathroom.
He chuckled as Amaranth looked momentarily panicked. Placing his index finger against his lips, he motioned for her to keep quiet.
“What’s up?” he called, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I just wanted to let you know we’re stopping for the night,” Tobey called through the door. “There’s a room here for you if you want it.”
“Thanks dude,” Jax called, still watching Amaranth.
He waited until he heard Tobey’s footsteps walk away before taking another breath.
Amaranth sighed and sagged back against the wall, drawing in deep breaths.
“What do you think?” Jax asked, watching her carefully.
Amaranth’s head snapped up. “About what?” she asked, warily.
Jax pushed away from the basin and slowly walked towards her, stalking her.
He stopped when they were barely an inch apart, his lips in her hair as he inhaled the soft fragrance.
“What do you want, Amaranth?” he whispered against her ear, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin.
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. He could feel her tremble in his arms.
“Well,” he said huskily, his lips drifting down to brush against hers. “How about I decide for the both of us. Because there’s no one here, and I’ve dreamed of having you to myself for too many years.”
The slight moan that escaped her lips was his undoing. With a feral growl he kissed her hungrily, his hands gripping her ass firmly as he lifted her.
Amaranth locked her ankles around his hips as he walked them both over to the door.
Jax fumbled for the door handle, his lips never straying from hers.
He walked her out of the bathroom, dropping her unceremoniously on his bed.
She made a move to scramble up the bed, but his voice stopped her.
“Stop,” he commanded, breathing heavily as he looked at her bare pussy beneath her skirt. It was already glistening, Jax felt himself grow hard once more.
“We’re doing it my way,” he said in a low voice. “Strip.”
Amaranth looked at him blankly. “What?” she finally asked.
“Did I stutter?” Jax answered. “I said strip. Now.”
He watched hungrily as she slowly sat up on the bed, pulling the singlet over her head to expose her naked breasts.
She caught him staring and smiled, her fingers tweaking her hardened nipples.
By the time she’d moved her hands further down to remove her skirt, Jax was panting heavily.
He stretched out above her, brushing her lips with his own.
“You agreed to give me five days, I plan on using them wisely,” he whispered, claiming her lips in a hot kiss that left them both breathless.
He pulled back and watched as she wriggled around on the bed, clearly turned on.
Jax straddled her hips and cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs tweaking the nipples into hardened tips.
Amaranth gasped and arched her back up off the bed, pressing more fully into his hands.
He pulled her singlet up and off her body, feasting his eyes on the sight of her large breasts. She wore no bra, and her nipples stood proudly to attention.
He shifted off her, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and skimming it down her long legs.
She lay there, gloriously naked, staring up at him in a silent challenge.
Jax was never one to back down from a challenge.
Standing up, it took just seconds for him to dispose of his own clothing and roll on a condom. His cock jutted up as she opened her legs, showing him what he would soon be taking.
Leaning down, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet in one fluid motion.
Their lips met in a heated kiss as he picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she sunk slowly down over his cock.
He braced her against the nearest wall, his fingers moving between them as he tried to find her clit.
Just as he found it she pushed away from the wall, causing him to stumble and fall backwards, Amaranth still on top of him.
They hit the floor with a heavy thud, still joined together.
Amaranth sat up over him and began to move back and forth, drawing him deeper into her warmth.
Jax reached for her breasts but she slapped his hand away, leaning forward to pin his hands to the ground as she rode him.
He tried to hold on, really he did. But she could test the patience of a saint, and it wasn’t long before he felt his balls tighten and release as he emptied himself with a roar.
As he lay there struggling for breath, Amaranth leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, before slowly getting off him and standing up, stretching.
He watched as she moved back over to the bed and started getting dressed, finally he couldn’t keep quiet.
“Why do you do that?” He asked, getting to his feet and disposing of the condom before pulling his pants back on.
“Do what?” Amaranth asked, not looking at him.
“You don’t let me make you cum.”
She froze, slowly raising her head to look at him.
“What?” she asked, sounding shocked.
“Don’t act dumb,” he said, a frown flitting across his handsome features. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“I’m sure I don’t,” Amaranth argued, pulling on her boots and standing up. “Can we stay in the hotel tonight?” she asked, looking out the window.
“Sure,” Jax answered noncommittally. “You go ahead, I’ll be along in a minute.”
He waite
d until Amaranth had left, before sitting on the edge of the bed, his forearms resting on his knees.
What the hell was up with her? Jax had never had any complaints in the bedroom before, but was it possible that she just wasn’t that into him?
A sliver of doubt crept into his mind and lodged there.
Standing, he paced the room as he ran his hands over his head.
Was he doing the wrong thing? Was it bad to use her for a few days, in exchange for a ride? If he’d been asked that question just twenty four hours ago his answer would have been a resounding no. But now? He wasn’t so sure.
Grabbing a black singlet from the top drawer of his dresser, he pulled it on over his head and moved through the bus. Everyone must have decided to stay in the hotel, because there was no one on board.
He stepped off the bus and almost ran into Tobey.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped with a laugh. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“Sorry,” Tobey said with a slight grin. “I was just coming to grab the schedule for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Jax asked, looking puzzled.
“You guys are playing in Phoenix tomorrow,” Tobey answered.
“Phoenix?” Jax said, now even more puzzled. “But that’s not even on the way to Michigan.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Tobey snapped.
Jax took a step back. “Whoa,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. “Calm down man.”
Tobey sighed. “Sorry,” he said, a small smile on his lips.
“What’s going on man? Is everything okay?” Jax asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s fine,” Tobey answered, shrugging his hand off. “I guess I’m just tired. You’re in room four,” he continued, turning and gesturing to the hotel. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jax stepped out of the way as Tobey moved onto the bus, purposefully closing the door behind him.
Shaking his head, he turned and looked at the hotel.
Tobey always went overboard with the hotels, but for once Jax was glad of it. He wanted Amaranth to see the other side of how he lived.
Walking over to the large glass doors, he nodded at the doorman before entering the reception area.
The floors and counters were made of marble, and a large chandelier hung above some rich dark couches in a seating area.
Glancing down at his clothes, he wasn’t surprised that people stopped to stare as he made his way over to the concierge desk.
“Yes? Can I help you?” A middle aged woman with a tightly wound blonde bun asked, as she peered up at him over the top of her black rimmed glasses.
“Hi,” he said, mustering up his killer smile that he reserved for the hardest of women.
It worked.
“What can I do for you?” she practically purred.
“Hey doll, I’m Jax Hawthorne, my manager said room four is mine for the night, that right?”
“Yes, Mister Hawthorne,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. “I have the key right here, it’s on the fourth floor. I just need a signature.”
“A signature, or an autograph?” he joked as he grabbed the pen she offered.
She blushed deeply and took back the signed form.
“Here you go,” she said, handing him the key, allowing her fingers to trail over his as the key exchanged hands.
“By the way,” she said in a low tone, leaning forward to give him a perfect view of her ample cleavage peeking out of her white suit jacket. “I sent your date for the evening up to your room. If you don’t mind me saying though, I have much more experience,” she eyed him up and down appreciatively. “I’m sure you won’t need a common hooker if you’d prefer a woman who knows what she’s really doing.”
Jax was surprised to feel a sudden surge of anger at the woman’s words.
“I don’t believe that will be necessary,” he replied with a forced smile through gritted teeth. “My…date… is more than capable.”
The receptionist’s face fell as she realized he was angry. “I-I’m sorry, Mister Hawthorne,” she stammered.
Jax turned on his heels and walked away without responding.
Ignoring the looks from other patrons, he entered the elevator and punched the button for the fourth floor.
When he exited the elevator, he walked along the corridor until he found room four.
Placing the key into the lock, he turned it and opened the door.
The room was shrouded in darkness, save for one lamp next to the bed, illuminating the sleeping figure under the covers.
He locked the door and dropped the key on the small dining table against the wall.
Walking across the room, he slowly approached the bed. Amaranth lay on her side, one hand beneath her cheek, her hair fanning out on the pillow like a dark halo.
She looked so peaceful, that he couldn’t stand the thought of waking her.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, he sat on the edge and stripped off his clothes down to his underwear. Pulling back the blanket he slid beneath, desperately trying to ignore her bare ass.
Why the fuck had he told her no panties?
His cock grew and he groaned, laying down on his back with his hands behind his head.
What the hell was he doing? This was madness. If he had any sense he’d wake her up, give her some cash and put her on a plane back home right now.
Yes… that’s what he’d do. He’d…
Amaranth rolled towards him in her sleep, cutting off his thoughts as she pressed against his side, her head on his chest.
Jax held his breath as she settled against him, one long leg draped across his.
His hand drifted down and lightly caressed her back. Was it wrong that he felt so comfortable like this, as though it’s where they belonged?
He studied her upturned face as she slept. She really was beautiful. Her upturned nose and small features reminded him of a pixie, and in sleep she appeared so relaxed, as though she didn’t have a care in the world.
What the hell had she been doing in that club? He knew she’d had it rough in school, but surely it couldn’t have been so bad that she’d resort to stripping…. All those men pawing at her.
He closed his eyes as a wave of jealousy washed over him, so keen that it was almost painful.
Amaranth stirred in her sleep and he held his breath, half expecting her to wake up. Instead, she rolled so that her back was too him, still sleeping.
Jax eased himself onto his side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her gently up against him, tucking her head beneath his chin.
For the first time in months he slept easily.
CHAPTER SIX
“Jax!”
He groaned as the pounding on his door continued. Craning his neck up, he looked at the display on the digital clock next to the bed.
Ten am. Shit.
Amaranth still slept soundly beside him, and he carefully eased himself away from her and off the bed. Crossing the floor, he cracked open the door and peered out at Tessa’s angry face.
“What the fuck, Tess?” he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Look, I don’t care who you want to fuck,” she began, her eyes flashing angrily. “But we have been waiting for you on that damn bus for the last four hours. So wake her up and let’s go!”
She turned and stormed away before he could say anything.
Closing the door, he leaned against it and rubbed his hands over his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept in so late. He looked over to the bed where Amaranth still slept. He could watch her all day, but Tessa was right – they had to go.
Crossing the floor, he stopped above her and quietly called her name.
“Amaranth?” he said, gently shaking her shoulder. “Come on babe, you gotta get up.”
She groaned and rolled to her back, her eyelids slowly flickering open.
“Morning,” she said with a smile, stretching on the bed like a cat.
Jax felt the familiar pull of his cock, and fought against the urge to take her right there and then.
“Come on,” he said gruffly, pulling on his jeans. “We have to go.”
Amaranth slowly sat up, her hair in a mess and her eyes slightly swollen. “Is everything alright?” she asked, watching as he stood and fixed his hair in the mirror next to the bed.
Jax sighed and dropped his arms, turning to face her.
“No, it’s not,” he said with a small smile. “We should have been on the road four hours ago, Tessa’s pissed.”
Amaranth hopped out of the bed and straightened her clothes, eyeing Jax as he pulled on his shoes.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to sleep in, it’s just that the bed was so comfortable, and it’s the first one I’ve slept on in months and-”
“Forget it,” Jax said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
But something she said stuck with him, and he looked at her, puzzled.
“What the hell do you mean, this is your first time on a bed in months. Where do you live?”
Amaranth looked at him, her mouth hanging slightly open as she appeared to realize that she’d told him more than she’d planned to.
“Well?” he thundered.
She didn’t answer, pursing her lips together and turning her head away from him.
He wasn’t in the mood for that game.
Stalking over to her, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. “Amaranth! What the fuck is going on?” he demanded, noting the way that she flinched.
He backed away, running his hands through his hair.
She glared at him, crossing her arms over her breasts.
“I live on the fucking streets, okay?” she cried, angry tears coursing from her eyes. “Is that what you wanted to know? I earn a living by taking my clothes off. Does that make you happy?”
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