“You were grinning at her!” I protest.
“I was being polite because she’s a huge contributor and she slipped a damned phone number for a client I asked for into my pocket.”
I snort and press my hands to his chest, shoving back. “Jaxson Shields, you need serious medical help—your way of thinking is warped at best. The situation is exactly the same. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.”
I step out of his hold and glare at him. “And by the way, I don’t like being told what to do.”
Then I exit the space and wait for him to accompany me. Lucky for me, Duke is striding in just as we’re walking out, so Jax is unable to push this any further. I smile at Duke as he approaches, and he studies Jax and then me. “Is there a problem here?”
“No, Jax was just going over something I didn’t do correctly, it was nothing major, Duke,” I lie.
He looks to Jax and Jax acts as if we were actually discussing something like that, not arguing about who is more jealous than the other person. “Yeah, all good,” he says, almost sounding bored. “I have a speech to make.”
He breezes past me, and Duke and I both follow. I hope our excuse was enough to stop Duke asking questions, or even being suspicious, because that’s the last thing I need right now.
No one can find out about Jax and me.
Not right now anyway.
* * *
The night is long and the meetings and events seem to go on for hours. By the time we’re done, it’s past one a.m. Jax orders the cleanup and then all of us head up to the penthouse to rest. Because security is so high, we all decide we can take a break and have a much needed sleep. No one is going to get into this apartment without one of us waking up. Not to mention they’d have to get through three of us to reach Jax. It takes a bit of rearranging, but we manage to create enough sleeping space. Duke and Devon crash out first, snoring in a matter of minutes. They’re probably exhausted.
Jax is in his room, no doubt already sleeping after doing some brooding about the night, so I take the time to have a much needed shower. I’m not like the men, where I can just throw myself into bed and sleep. I need to unwind and allow myself to relax, so I gather all my awesome-smelling shampoos, conditioners and lotions and head into the bathroom, closing the door softly.
I strip out of my clothes and peer into the mirror. God, I look a mess. My hair is dull and my eyes are tired. I need to wash it and give myself some life back. I pinch my cheeks and then sigh as it does nothing but make me look like I have some kind of allergy. I give up and step into the shower, and spend the next twenty minutes making myself feel good again. When I’m done I pull on a nightie and panties, and head out.
It’s quiet, so I sneak into the kitchen, which thankfully is in another room, and make myself a cup of tea. I’m busy preparing it, so I don’t hear him enter. But suddenly a hard, hot, bare chest is pressed against my body, a firm, rigid erection against my ass, and two hands on the counter to either side of me, effectively boxing me in. Jax.
“Jax,” I grunt. “Let me go. You can’t just barge in here and act like a fucking caveman because you’re trying to stake your claim. I’m still pissed at you.”
He makes a low sound in his throat, and my body instantly responds. It shouldn’t though, because one of the other men could come in here at any second and catch us. “You don’t like being told what to do,” he rasps into my ear. “That’s a fucking shame, because I like being the boss.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“A jerk who fucking hates seeing another man’s hands on you.”
He moves his hands from the counter, down to my hips and pulls my ass right into his erection. It takes everything I have inside not to moan with delight. He feels so fucking incredible.
“As I pointed out earlier…” I breathe. “I feel the same.”
“You make me want to bend you over and spank you so hard your little ass cheeks burn.”
“Again, back to my earlier point of you needing to seek serious psychological attention.”
He snorts and spins us around so we’re facing the entrance to the kitchen. He pushes my body over the bench gently, running his fingers up my thigh and finding my ass, where he proceeds to give it a good squeeze. I hold back my whimper, but it’s hard.
“I don’t like you defying me, or walking away from me when I’m not finished speaking.”
“Sorry, sir,” I gasp as he grabs my other ass cheek. “But I’m not a lead-around-by-a-collar kind of gal.”
He presses his nose to my neck, running it up and down, causing me to shudder. “You need to stop with the sass, kitten, or I’ll punish you for it.”
“Scary,” I breathe.
He spins me again, so this time I’m facing him. His grey eyes are like a stormy night, swirling with so much you can’t make a read on them. Then he puts his hand to my chest and lowers himself to his knees in front of me. I gasp and try to push forward, but his hand stays firmly planted in my chest. With his free hand, he lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder, before jerking my panties aside.
“You’ll only come when I say. I’ll teach you a lesson about doing what you’re told.”
“I’ll come when I want,” I breathe.
He chuckles. “We’ll see.”
He presses his mouth to my core and sucks deep, no slow buildup, no teasing little licks. No, he just covers my pussy with his hot, hard mouth and starts devouring me. Licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue. My head goes back and so help me God, I’m already nearly there. I push my hips up into his mouth, wanting it deeper, harder, faster.
Fuck him and his commands, I’m going to come.
The explosion is nearly there, and I’m biting my lip so hard I feel pain, when he removes his mouth from my sex. I cry out in pure agony and hiss, “Jaxson Shields, what the fucking hell!”
He looks up at me, pure lust in his expression. “I said you’d come when I told you that you could. If you won’t listen, I’ll keep pulling away. Try harder, kitten.”
“I’ll make you suffer, horribly, for long periods of time—”
I’m cut off, because his mouth is back there and his tongue is moving harder and faster. I clutch the wrist pressing to my chest, digging my fingers into his flesh, spurring him on. I can outsmart him. I’ll have a quiet orgasm. It can be done, right? I close my mouth, hold my breath and let it build, not arching into him, not begging for more, just letting that pressure get higher and higher.
Just as I’m there, and oh God it feels good, he pulls back again. I make a strangled, pained sound and rasp, “You … ass … hole.”
“I said wait. I have your pussy in my mouth, which means I know when your little clit hardens that you’re ready to come. Stop trying to fool me, and find some self-control.”
Then he puts his mouth back on me. I’m frenzied now, wanting to reach down and grip his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and forcing him to give me what I want, but the man is too damned smart, so I focus on holding my orgasm back, which is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I’m concentrating so hard I don’t feel Jax slide his hand suddenly off my chest and push me further into the counter. It’s only when I hear, “Everything okay, Laney?” that reality snaps in full force. I swivel my head around to see Duke standing at the door, staring at me. Holy shit.
Jax doesn’t stop licking my pussy. So my words sound garbled when I mutter, “Sure, why?”
“I heard something like a pained moan. I thought something was wrong.”
He steps in closer. Holy shit. I have to stop him or he’ll see Jax. Think, Delaney, think!
“Yeah, something I ate has upset my stomach. I wouldn’t come too close, I’m likely to vomit on you.”
He stops in his tracks, putting his hands up.
Jax just keeps on licking my pussy. I’m fighting with everything inside me not to scream and come, because I’m right there, on the edge. Then the dirty, sneaky, terrible man slide
s a finger inside me and I feel like I’m going to faint from the pleasure.
“I’ll stay back here then. Do you need me to get you anything?”
Oh, God. I want to come. So fucking bad.
“Ah,” I croak. “No.”
“You sure? I can get you something to settle it?”
Oh, God, Duke, fuck off. Right now. I … holy shit, the pleasure. I’m fighting it back with every working cell in my body, but it’s getting harder and harder as Jax devours me.
“No,” I whisper, making a groaning sound that I really hope sounds like sickness. “It’s, ah, better if I just let it out.”
He nods. “All right, Laney. ’Night, then.”
“’N-n-night,” I gasp.
He looks concerned for me, but turns and walks out. Below me, Jax pulls his mouth from my sex and rasps, “Now, Delaney. Come in my mouth.”
I do. Oh boy, yes, I do. I explode in a matter of seconds, smothering my screams in my hand as I convulse. Jax milks every last shudder from my body and then stands. He’s already got his cock in his hand, stroking furiously, fist pumping, skin making slight slapping sounds. Holy shit. He wants to fuck, and there’s no way he’s going to do it lightly.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I do as he asks, turning. He jerks up my nightie, pulls my panties down, puts one hand on the counter beside me and then plunges his cock into my depths. I gasp as he fills me, so painfully good. He uses his free hand to hold onto my hip as he starts fucking me hard. So fucking hard my body slams into the counter.
“Don’t scream,” he orders. “You do, I’ll slap your ass, baby, and believe me, I fucking want to.”
“Bite me,” I pant.
He makes a grunting sound and I can’t help it, his cock feels so good inside my body, I can do nothing but cry out. His hand finds my ass cheek and he slaps it, not so loud that it’ll wake everyone, but enough to give me a little sting. I gasp and he brings his hand around, pressing it over my mouth and jerking my body back, so I’m flush against him.
“Do you want them to catch you?” he growls into my ear, still plunging his cock into me.
I shake my head.
“Do you want them to come in here and see your beautiful fucking body being held against this counter, while I drive my cock into your sweet, sweet cunt?”
Oh God.
My pussy clenches.
I shake my head.
“Maybe you want them to see your sweet fucking breasts cupped in my hand?”
I shake my head but moan against his hand.
“Or maybe you fucking like being in here, knowing they could walk in at any second and see me fucking you?”
I do. I do like that. It’s twisted and strange and so fucking out of this world, but I like it. Oh yes.
“If you come before I tell you, kitten, I’ll pull my cock out. Do you want me to pull it out?”
I shake my head frantically.
“Kitten likes my cock deep in her body.”
I whimper against his hand and he makes a satisfied noise.
“Do you want to know how much I like your pussy?”
I nod, feeling my orgasm build.
“I fucking love it, baby. It’s so sweet, so tight, so fucking good around my dick.”
If he doesn’t stop talking like this, I’ll come, and the bastard knows it. It’s why he’s doing it.
“Does it make you feel like you’re going to come when I tell you about my cock?”
Fuck him.
Oh God, I’m so close.
“Does your pussy squeeze tight, desperate for me?”
I clench my eyes shut and try to push back the pleasure exploding in my body, but it’s nearly impossible. It feels so good I can’t think of anything else.
“You’re holding back,” he growls into my ear. “You can do as you’re told, baby.”
Jerk.
Jerk face.
Ass.
Oh hell yes.
He angles his hips up and drives his cock deeper, touching that sensitive bundle of nerves. Then he releases my hip, reaches around and finds my clit. Oh. Hell. Yes. Sparks of pleasure shoot through my body, but I hold on, I just keep holding on until the pleasure gets so much it almost hurts.
“Fuck, yeah, come now.”
With his permission, I explode so hard and so good, I swear I see stars.
“Good girl, fuck yeah, good girl,” he praises in my ear between grunts.
My orgasm is incredible, better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It goes on and on, starting from deep in my body and dragging out like a slow warmth, filling every part of me. I gasp Jax’s name, over and over, and I feel the exact moment he stiffens and explodes into me. His rasps and pants of pleasure fill my ears and nothing in the world could sound better than that.
We stay like that, molded together, until our breathing becomes less ragged and Jax slides out of me. He shuffles a bit, and then pulls my panties back up into place and lets my nightie slide down. We didn’t even get naked for that, and I loved it. I turn and his cock is tucked back in his sweats and he’s staring at me, chest rising and falling. He steps forward, tangling his fingers into my hair and bringing my face close to his.
“You’re mine, Delaney. For as long as I can fucking have you, you’re mine.”
I nod, unable to form words.
“Don’t let me see another man’s hands on you again, because I don’t fucking like it.”
My heart swells.
I nod.
“And you won’t see another woman’s hands on me,” he murmurs.
My heart explodes.
“Now kiss me, baby, before our luck runs out.”
He drops his head and his lips press against mine. I kiss him, softly, with only a little tongue, and then we pull back. He presses another kiss to my forehead, and then lets me go, disappearing into the darkness. I watch him go, a strange ache in my heart I’ve never felt before.
I think I’m falling in love with Jaxson Shields.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning we’re up and on the plane before lunchtime. We safely get through the airport and when we arrive home, we get safely to the car. On the ride back to Jax’s hotel, none of us says a whole lot. The sexual tension between Jax and me is huge, and all I want to do is climb onto his lap and kiss him, because being starved of such a pleasure is killing me.
The arrival at the hotel is the same, only security has tripled. We go into the underground car park, after going through a full security check by a man at the gate. When we pull over, Devon and I perform the check in the lobby, even though there’s now a guard at the entrance to the elevator. The space is clear, so we move Jax in and go up to his floor, where we repeat the same process.
Jax doesn’t have a great deal of work to do, because it’s Sunday. We weren’t meant to come back until Monday or Tuesday, but because of the security threat, we didn’t get much choice. So now it’s kind of the time most people relax, and we’re all standing around, not really sure what to do. We’re going to be staying here until Jax can manage to upgrade the security on his apartment even more, so that leaves little to work with.
“I’m going to give Nak a call,” Duke says. “See what we’re going to do.”
I nod and he exits the room. Devon is busy staring at it in wonder. “It’s like an office but an apartment. Epic, dude.”
I shake my head and sit on the sofa, trying not to make eye contact with Jax because I’m afraid I’ll jump him.
“Have you heard anything about Kyle?” I ask Devon.
He nods. “Yeah, he got transferred back this morning too. He’s out of the hospital but Nak isn’t sure where he’s going to put him that’s safe. He can’t really go to his apartment after what went down.”
“Tell Nak to put him in a room here.”
We both swivel our heads to look at Jax. “Seriously?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Security in this hotel is better than anywhere else right now, so he’
s better off being here.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Devon says. “I’ll go and tell Duke to let Nak know.”
He leaves the room and I turn to Jax, forgetting Kyle in an instant as his eyes grow hungry. “Get over here and kiss me, before I explode and take you in front of everyone.”
I rush over, throwing myself into his arms and kissing him long and deep. He grunts into my mouth and our tongues do a beautiful little dance. It’s over too soon when we hear the door handle being turned. I step back and away from Jax, walking over to the window, hating that I can’t have what I want when it comes to him.
“Nak agrees, and Kyle is being sent over. If you can just let us know what room, we’ll cover the cost,” Devon says.
Jax waves a hand. “It’s fine, he’s had to put extra men on. I can spare a room. I’ll find out for you.”
He calls down and secures a room for Kyle and then Duke returns and calls Devon and me over.
“The police are on their way up, they’ve had a breakthrough. Nak said we can start splitting shifts to get rest. Jax has secured two rooms for us, one for resting, the other for Kyle, both are on the floor below. Delaney, you can take the first rest after the police have come by.”
I nod.
Duke tells Jax what’s happening and his eyes widen at the word breakthrough. I keep my fingers crossed, praying it’s what we’ve been waiting for, and take a seat as we wait. Half an hour later, we get the call the police are here and Duke goes down to escort them up. I gather some chairs near Jax’s desk so we can all sit.
The two officers arrive and the introductions start. I learn their names are Blayke and Johnson. Both are middle-aged, handsome enough men. They’re friendly and eager to share, so we all sit down.
“As you know, Mr. Shields, the people we’ve been chasing have been said to have a direct link to a massive drug cartel,” Blayke says.
Jax nods.
“Well, it turns out that, more to the point, the people we’re after think they’re a direct link. When actually, it seems that one of the members of the gang is the younger brother of a member of the drug cartel, but wasn’t accepted into the life and is taking matters into his own hands, and trying to be something he certainly is not.”