Wrecked (Dirty Air Series Book 3)

by Lauren Asher

  I’m left in nothing but my underwear with little polka dots. Before I have a chance to comment, Jax lifts me and places my ass on the bed. He parts my legs and stands between them.

  Jax kisses me lazily as his fingers skim the inside of my thighs. He cups the area begging for his attention.

  I grip onto his shoulders as he pushes the cotton to the side. His finger traces my slit before pressing against my clit, my body jolting at his touch. A moan escapes me as he spreads my arousal. “You’re a responsive little thing for me, aren’t you?” His eyes brighten as he continues his slow torture on my bundle of nerves.

  He inserts a finger into me as his lips find the hollow of my neck. “I wonder what noises you’ll make when I fuck you with my tongue. Are you a moaner? Screamer? Or the silent type who has yet to experience an earth-shattering orgasm?”

  “Earth-shattering?” I giggle into his chest.

  My taunt isn’t taken nicely. He pushes me down to the mattress, the heat from his body warming me everywhere. “That better be the last time you laugh when I’m finger-fucking you.” His thumb applies more pressure on my clit as he steals my gasp with his lips.

  His lips make a journey from my lips to my nipple. He tugs sharply. Pain radiates before pleasure takes hold, with Jax licking the area he grazed. His fingers pump into me in unison.

  My back arches off the mattress as he sucks on the sensitive skin around my breast. He takes his time on a spot before moving on, his skill and attention bringing about another surge of pleasure.

  Red marks bloom wherever his lips linger. I grow more impatient as Jax slowly pumps into me, not pushing me over the edge.

  “Are you going to hold true to your promise or are you going to continue to torture us both?” My breathless words fill the silence.

  “Torturing you is my favorite pastime.” He smiles at me.

  “Not funny.”

  “But I promise, in the bedroom, it’ll only be the best kind of torture.”

  My heart soars at the notion, beating faster as Jax moves away from my chest. He leaves a path of kisses down my stomach. The sound of his knees hitting the hardwood floor excites me.

  He pulls down my underwear before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

  His fucking tongue. The very thing that makes my toes curl into the side of the bed. His mouth devours my most private place, leaving me breathless and needy with anticipation. A few desperate moans escape my mouth. It’s an unfamiliar sound to my own ears.

  Jax thrusts two fingers into me at the same time as he sucks on my clit. The galaxy bursts behind my eyelids. A blinding heat rushes down my spine before spreading throughout my lower stomach.

  His tongue traces a line from my center to the inside of my thigh as I come down from my orgasm. My body trembles before his lips suck on the skin there, leaving behind hickeys where no one can see. Branding me for his eyes only. As if he needs to prove to no one but himself that he had me.

  Jax takes everything from me. Every gasp, every moan, every damn nerve firing off at his torment. He rises from his spot on the floor while he licks his lips. It’s erotic, with his eyes capturing mine.

  I sit, grab the hem of his T-shirt, and drag it over his head. My fingers trace over the array of tattoos covering his chest, wishing I could see them better. His eyes shut as my fingers hover over a king of hearts card near his shoulder. Instead of a lively king, a skeleton takes its place next to a broken heart. Something inside of me cracks at my interpretation of his tattoo.

  He’s a lost man who gave himself a life sentence of solitary confinement. Someone with little hope for his future, despite how successful he has been so far in his life. Someone who needs to be shown what he would be missing out on if he continues down his destructive path.

  I want to show Jax how I care about him. He may feel undeserving of affection and someone in his life, but I plan on making it my mission to prove him differently.

  I pull him into my body and our lips crash together. My fingers find his hair, tugging at the soft strands. He pushes into me and I fall back, taking him with me without us losing the kiss.

  I press into his erection with my hips, initiating him to roll over, giving me the power position. He lets out a huff as I pull away.

  “Scoot toward the headboard and hold onto the frame.” I point at the gap in the iron headboard.

  “You’re not supposed to be ordering me around.”

  I roll my eyes. “That’s all I’ve done this season so far.”

  “Things are going to change.” His eyes burn with excitement.

  “I sure hope so.” I smile at him timidly, hoping his words apply to all areas of his life.

  He follows my lead, sitting up against the headboard and clutching onto the bed frame. The sight of his tattooed body at my mercy has me bursting with excitement.

  His teeth tug on his lower lip as I crawl up to him. I clutch into the band of his joggers, and with him lifting his body, I pull them off. “Shit.”

  Jax laughs. “That better be a good shit.”

  I swallow back my concern at the size of him. “Yes.” I run a hesitant finger down his length. His dick pulses as I trail a vein before I swipe at the bead of precum at his tip.

  “Fuck.” He drops his head back.

  I smile before sinking my body into the mattress between his spread legs. My tongue replaces my fingers, tracing lines down his shaft.

  Jax’s breathing grows heavier, encouraging me to continue. My lips wrap around the head of his cock. He lets out a groan as I switch between sucking and playing with my tongue. His body becomes rigid as I continue to tease him to the brink of pleasure, before returning to slow licks down his shaft.

  “The longer you play, the longer I’ll delay your orgasm when I’m balls-deep inside of your greedy cunt.”

  Liquid heat bursts in my lower belly. I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache but fail miserably. My lips wrap around his tip again before I’m ripped away and thrown on my back.

  A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I brush my hair out of my face. “Really?”

  “That’s it for tonight. If I’m going to come, it better be from your pussy fisting me.” Jax gets off the bed and grabs a foil packet from his nightstand.

  “A condom in your nightstand? What are you, a pre-teen hoping to score in his parents’ house?”

  “More like a lusty twenty-six-year-old who knew I’d land you in my bed.” Jax makes quick work of the condom.

  Who knew I’d have a thing for cocky men?

  He grabs onto my thighs and drags me toward the edge of the mattress.

  My spine tingles in anticipation. “What happened to doggy style being your favorite position?”

  He rubs his tip across my slit, preparing me. “There’s always next time.”

  Next time. Because he wants to do this again. Such a simple statement has my heart clenching in my chest.

  He lifts both my legs and places them over his shoulders. In one swift motion, he enters me. A hiss escapes my mouth at the sudden intrusion. No warning. No sweet kisses. Nothing but pure dominance as his fingers clutch onto my hips, leaving behind indentations.

  Damn, I like it. I like the way his eyes shut—an image of bliss and something else I can’t translate. He opens his eyes, staying rooted in his spot as he looks deeply into mine as if he can read me.

  A wave of emotion takes over. I lift myself up on my elbows to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

  I don’t ask why, and he doesn’t explain himself. Jax leans over to leave a trail of kisses from my jawline to my neck. He moves again. His pumps grow more erratic as I match his thrusts.

  I love the feel of him. The fullness, the strength, the growing buzz inside of my body.

  His fingers lift my ass off the bed as he adjusts his angle, hitting me in a way that steals my breath away one thrust at a time. The warmth spreading across my spine grows stronger as my orgasm
takes over my mind and body.

  My explosion encourages Jax, who becomes desperate as his fingers grip my ass cheeks to the point of pain. I clutch onto the comforter to hold my position as he continues to slam into me.

  His cock brushes against my G-spot once more, eliciting another out-of-body experience for me.

  “Fuck!” Jax’s body shudders while his hips continue pumping into me. His pace slows as he collects himself. He removes my legs from his shoulders before his body collapses on top of mine, tucking his head into my neck.

  “Elena…what the bloody hell am I going to do with you?” He leaves behind the softest kiss at my racing pulse point.

  “I’m sure we can get creative.”

  He lets out a rough laugh—one that fills my heart with a warmth I want to trap there. One I want to bring out of him every day until he grows comfortable with happiness and optimism.

  One I wouldn’t mind being the reason for every single day.

  30

  Jax

  Everything changed yesterday. I didn’t expect to destroy any last boundaries between Elena and me. But with her sad eyes and traumatizing past, I couldn’t help the desire to make things right between us. To be someone she can count on in a world that took almost everything from her, and to make amends for the shit I’ve done.

  Sometime in the middle of the night, she escaped my room, leaving me to wake up in an empty bed smelling of her and us.

  Uncertainty takes hold of me, making me anxious to find her. The thought of her holding back again and avoiding me doesn’t sit well with me after what we shared.

  And fuck did we share. Addicted doesn’t begin to cover how I feel about her. If last night was any indication about how it can be between us, I want to punch the old me for holding back this long.

  I walk to the center of the house where her guest suite is located and knock on the door. “Elena, open up.”

  The door opens to a groggy Elena with her wavy hair resembling something out of an eighties’ music video. I stare at her thighs, poorly hidden by her large T-shirt. Purplish bruises peek out, drawing a smile from me. I’d love to turn her around, lift the hem of her shirt, and see if her ass bears my fingerprint marks. I may have been a bit rough, but I couldn’t hold back. After ignoring my attraction to her for months, it was hard to rein in my desire, and her body took the brunt of it.

  She rubs at her eyes. “What’s up? I’m napping.”

  “At 9 a.m.? Who are you and what have you done with the real Elena?”

  “You kept me up most of the night. What do you expect?” She yawns, scrunching her face in a cute way.

  “For you to actually stay until morning, for starters.” My voice carries more bite than intended.

  “I didn’t want your parents to catch me in your room.”

  “They haven’t visited my bedroom since I was a teen, remember? They use the intercom instead.”

  She squints. “Oh.”

  “Right. Oh. So, your room or mine?”

  “What?” She crosses her arms, poorly concealing her hardening nipples. What a shame.

  “Time is running out. Decide.”

  She opens the door wider, giving me room to enter.

  “Good choice.” I lift her up and throw her on the mattress. The squeal she lets out puts a smile on my face.

  “What are you doing?” She laughs.

  I crawl onto the bed, tucking us both under the covers. “Hush. You kept me up most of the night. I need my beauty sleep.” I pull her body into mine, and she places her head on my chest.

  “Jax…”

  “Yes.” I wrap her hair around my fist to hold her head in place. The smell of strawberries calms me as I ignore my growing erection at Elena’s closeness.

  “What happens now?”

  “We try.”

  It’s the only answer I can provide her with, but it’s good enough for me.

  She needs to ask herself if she can handle something with me. I’m not a selfless fucker. I take and take until there is nothing left to offer.

  But with Elena, I’m willing to share. The good, the bad, and the hopeless.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?” Connor answers his phone after two rings.

  I lay on my bed, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. “Besides wanting to congratulate the man who successfully secured a one-hundred-million-dollar sponsorship yesterday? You’ve been busy this summer break.”

  Connor laughs. “While you’ve been busy doing nothing, I’ve been putting in the work.”

  “Hey, taking a break every now and then is worth it.”

  “I know. You sound better. More relaxed.”

  I cough. “Right. I wanted to share something with you.”

  “Go ahead.” Some papers rustle in the background.

  “So, you didn’t outright say Elena couldn’t be in a relationship with me, but I—”

  “You’re dating now?”

  “Well, we’re…exploring our options. But I wanted to tell you before a reporter takes a picture of us or something.”

  “You don’t need my blessing. But I should warn you to—”

  “Not break her heart?”

  He scoffs. “No. I’m not that predictable. I was going to warn you to take care of yourself. You’re in a vulnerable place, and I worry you’ll struggle with a relationship after recently finding your footing.”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “I’m sorry I don’t entirely believe you. I don’t want you to lose the one person who has been supportive of you throughout this whole process.”

  “I’m not going to lose her because I want to try things out with her.”

  “Anal isn’t the way to a girl’s heart no matter what they tell you.”

  I clench my teeth together to suppress my frustration. “I’m serious. I want to try to be better than I’ve been—for her and for myself. And not because of sex.”

  Connor pauses. “Serious relationships take work. You can’t give up at a moment’s notice when things get hard.”

  “Gee. You don’t say. I get enough love advice from my mum, mate.”

  “If you’re looking for my blessing—”

  “I’m not. I want to make sure nothing bad will happen to her if we come out to the public.”

  He chuckles. “If you’re asking for me to not fire Elena, I won’t. As long as you both act like professional adults with everything related to McCoy, I will turn a blind eye.”

  “And I’ll keep work and play separate.”

  “Why do I have a feeling I’ll regret this?” Connor sighs.

  You and me both. But damn if the path to hell isn’t paved from the greatest adventures.

  31

  Jax

  “So, Jax. Tell me how you’ve been.” Tom gives me his full attention despite us talking through a laptop.

  Tom gave me a week off from our sessions before we scheduled weekly telehealth check-ins throughout the summer break. He offered to rent a temporary office here, but I refused after he mentioned his family back in the states wanted to see him. I may be a selfish wanker, but I’m not that greedy.

  “Fine. How’s your family?”

  “Good. They’re happy I could sneak a visit in. How about yours?” Tom’s eyes reflect the kindness he constantly exudes.

  “Better now that I’ve had a chance to visit. Seeing Mum happy makes my weeks better.”

  “You look happier too. Is it a relief to see how she’s doing with your own eyes rather than to hear about it over the phone?”

  “Yes.” And it doesn’t hurt to have Elena in my bed too.

  “How are you handling all the changes? I know F1 means a lot to you, so I wonder how the break impacts your day-to-day life?”

  “I haven’t given it much thought. Besides Caleb coming to visit last week and wanting to learn everything related to McCoy, I’ve been okay. I’ve been pretty happy actually and not really stressed at all.”

  I’m not too sure
if the change is because of the positivity radiating off Elena, my visit home, or my transition to a more reliable anxiety med.

  Tom’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s great. Shit, fantastic, honestly.”

  I run a hand through my hair. “Yeah. I’m actually taking Elena out today to visit London and see some touristy stuff. The last week was kind of busy for us and we haven’t explored much.”

  “I take it things are working out better than you expected with her visiting your family?”

  “Well, I could do without my mum becoming attached to her. But besides that, things have been…” I pause, wondering how much I should tell Tom.

  He sits in silence, giving me the choice.

  I beat back my fear of opening up and go for it. “Things have been great. We found a rhythm with each other.” Both in and out of the bedroom, but Tom doesn’t need to know those kinds of details.

  “Does she know about your mother’s condition?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And does she know about your side of the story?”

  “Unfortunately, yes. I might as well be honest, seeing as she can google information about it and find out anyway.”

  If Tom is surprised, he hides it well. “You’ve opened up to her. That’s a big deal coming from you. You should be proud of how far you’ve come over the past several months.”

  “I’m sure she’s a big reason for that.”

  “Have you given any thought about the testing?”

  Yes. “No.”

  “Do you think not knowing could impact the development of anything serious with Elena?”

  Yes. “No.”

  Tom nods his head. “Well, if you want to get tested, I’m here to guide you through that process.”

  And like it never came up in the first place, Tom continues asking other questions, including what I planned for Elena today.

  I’m thankful for the transition. I have thought about genetic testing more times this week than I ever have in the past few years. With Mum struggling and Elena challenging my beliefs, I’m tempted to potentially blow my sanity to shit. The idea of learning about my future has the same allure as Elena—unavoidably destructive.