Chapter Seven
Chartres Street
The Other One
Elizabeth’s Hidey-Hole
O nce the jet landed, Ajax got his woman away from the public and into the safest place for her. They were hunkered down inside Elizabeth Blackhawk’s home, and they were to stay there until told otherwise.
That was their instructions.
Under no circumstance were they to leave that building and be seen.
When the head of the mob family told you to do something…
Well, you did it.
No one was telling Greyson no—mostly out of respect for him.
Now, as they were in the nicely decorated home, safe and secure, Jax watched her pace like a caged tiger.
The closer to NOLA they got, the worse her nerves were. Someone was borderline strung out, and she wasn’t taking drugs.
She was in survival mode.
In fact, she was wearing like five guns, a pair of brass knuckles, and no doubt, she had some knives on her person too.
Why did that get him all hot and bothered?
Oh, yeah.
Because he was a sick, sick man.
As she wore a path in the rug, he just checked out her ass.
“What if he finds me?” she asked.
“I’ll kill him,” Jax said, not mincing words. “I’ll cut him apart, feed him to himself, and then throw a mother fucking party to celebrate his death.”
She stared at him.
“Uh, that was quite the description. Someone definitely shouldn’t be left alone around kids.”
He laughed.
“I mean, did you want me to just say I’ll shoot him? I was planning on that too. I have three clips. At twelve bullets a clip, that’s a good thirty-six holes in his junk for what he did to you.”
She actually laughed.
Then, focused on her man.
“I’m sorry. This has to be torture.”
He was honest.
“It absolutely is.”
She looked surprised, so Jax explained.
“I’m dying to know if you have panties on under those really tight pants. I can’t see lines, and it’s boggling my mind.”
She stared at him.
It was clear she expected something else, and he’d caught her off guard.
God.
He loved keeping her on her toes.
“Well?” he asked.
She blinked.
“Well, what?” she asked.
Jax gave her that lecherous grin, and went there because he was a man—trapped in a building with a hot woman.
He wasn’t insane.
“Are you going commando? If you are, I’m telling you right now, I’m having my wicked way with you.”
She stared.
“We should…”
He stopped her.
“We should get naked, have some fun, and not stress. Do you trust Greyson and Dimitri?”
“Well, half of that equation, yes.”
“Okay, let me rephrase. Do you trust Greyson and Heath?” he asked.
“Da.”
“Well, then, sexy Russian woman, come over here, and let me take your mind off of what’s going on outside this house.”
“Now?” she asked.
He pointed at his dick.
He was erect and hard.
“You shouldn’t have worn those pants. I’m blaming you for my reaction. Your ass…God. It’s spectacular. I could admire it all day. Wait. I do.”
His words made her blush. This man always made her feel priceless and wanted.
That was new for her.
Oh, and greatly appreciated.
“Have any time for me and my erection?”
She moved toward him.
“I tell you what. If you can guess definitively as to whether or not I’m in panties, I’ll give you a prize.”
“Do I get to pick my prize?” he asked, grateful to be distracting her.
“Yes.”
“Okay, then, yes, you have on a G-string. It’s going to be lacy, pretty, and so scandalously small I’m going to cum in my pants thinking about it.”
She stared.
“Why do I think you cheated?”
He shrugged.
“Am I right, Aly?”
She nodded.
“Tell me it’s black and lacy,” he said, working himself up, and making her wet. He could always tell when she flushed red.
“Maybe you should let me show you.”
He grinned.
“Take it all off, Baby. Show me what you have,” he said, rubbing his hands together.
Aly needed a distraction, and it had been a couple of days since she felt calm. Right now, she was so distracted by what happened in Boston , and them being betrayed by the Russians, that sex kinda fell away.
Now, she wanted it.
Oh, she wanted Jax. His body was enough to make her forget.
Thankfully.
Pulling off her shirt, she had on her holster over another t-shirt.
As he watched, she began disarming.
There were five guns, two knives, and brass knuckles. It looked like he knew his woman pretty damn well. She was ready for battle.
“God, I love a badass babe,” he admitted, enjoying the show.
She giggled.
“Take off that shirt, Aly. Show me those fabulous breasts of yours.”
She did as he asked, and tossed him her shirt. The whole time, he stared at her breasts, and the bra holding them.
“The pants,” he begged. “Take them off for me.”
Undoing the small zipper on the side, she peeled out of the pants, and when she turned, there was the G-string.
And he’d been right.
It was black and lacy.
When she turned toward him, now out of her pants, the front of the G-string was so tiny, it made him want to do really wild and wicked things.
When she reached behind her back, and set her breasts free, Jax went wild.
He began pulling off his things, desperately trying to get naked so he could show his woman how he wanted her.
The lust he felt never ended.
Ever.
When he moved at her, and grabbed that G-string, to rip it from her body, he was starving.
“I need you,” he admitted as that tiny piece of material was gone.
With a shove, he landed on the couch, dick out, and ready for her attention.
You didn’t know what fucking was until you let an ex-KGB woman use your body for pleasure. Then, you got to experience life.
As she was above him, she ran her fingers over the tip of his erection, spreading that wetness across the head of his dick.
The whole time, that slickness called to her.
“Yeah, Baby, just like that,” he stated as she drove him wild with lust.
There would never be enough of her.
Ever.
If anything, she knew her way around his body. Jax liked to be touched and more importantly, he liked it when she crawled all over him.
He didn’t mind being her sexy playground. What sane, hot-blooded male would?
As for Aly, she liked being the predator.
The wicked one who chased.
Oh, and that was always welcome.
There was nothing she liked more than the way his eyes dilated, his breath hitched, and his body reacted when she was all over him. Her prey was pretty damn sexy.
While he was trying to distract her…
It was working.
Thankfully, her sexy man loved sex as much as she did.
That was the truth.
As she tormented the hell out of him, Jax held on with very little control. The stress as of late had been brutal, and the need to get off was front and center.
He knew what he needed.
HER.
Jax wanted to just take, diving into that pleasure, but he knew what he needed to do.
Get her off.
There was no one he loved more than his Russian woman. She fed his soul, and made him want to protect her. While Aly was tough, she needed him.
Catching her off guard, he rolled, pinning her beneath him so he could have some fun.
Oh, and he was going to do just that.
“Jax,” she whispered, as his mouth moved across her collarbones.
He knew it was time.
The woman he loved needed a distraction.
“Then let me show you,” he offered, knowing that if he didn’t sink into that wetness, soon, he was going to die.
He couldn’t help himself.
Jax.
Was.
Weak.
Only when it came to her.
Jax pushed Alyona back against the mattress and worked his way down her body as that need took over.
It was one hell of a trail.
He teased her breasts, her nipples, and then her belly button with the tip of his tongue.
The whole time, he was thinking about how he loved the way she tasted.
Her scent was perfection.
She moaned in pleasure as his hands slid across her flesh, leaving goosebumps and wave after wave of pleasure across her body.
It.
Was.
Hot.
“Jax,” she begged, her body arching as he went lower and lower. “Make me forget.”
Oh, well, sign him up.
He, too, wanted to fall into this pleasure and never look back.
So, he did.
He tormented her, using mouth, tongue, and fingers. He left nothing untouched, or un-kissed.
That trail of fire was burning through both of them, and neither wanted it to stop.
Jax was a man on a mission, and he was desperate to cum once so he could take his time the rest of the night.
God!
He was so hungry for her. Jax feared that he’d always be too. Once you had a woman like Alyona, you never forgot it.
Ever.
In hungry desperation, his mouth found her delicate bud, and he dove in like a starving man.
It was wild.
It was untamed.
It was wicked.
With her legs over his shoulders, he feasted on his Russian.
One day, he hoped he’d call her wife.
That would be a dream come true. He’d found his other half, and now, all he had to do was keep her from running from him.
The way his tongue worked her over, it actually pulled a gasp from her lips as he devoured her clit.
Aly was in pleasure overload.
“Jax!” she hissed, that heat and pleasure rolled through her body as she struggled to hold on.
He was working her clit like there was no tomorrow, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.
Alyona knew the man had a wicked tongue, and for that, she was grateful.
She loved that best about him.
Jax meant business, and he was taking her right to the top to let her fall into a delicious orgasm.
Hallelujah.
She needed it.
As Jax teased, tormented, and worked her clit to get her to cum, the end was right there.
It loomed.
Alyona didn’t even try to stop it. She held nothing back.
That first easy orgasm rolled through her, tumbling her from the ledge as her body quaked and her thighs tremored in response.
This was how you sexed your woman up.
This.
Right.
Here.
She was lost in that fall, grateful to have this delicious little adventure with the sexy man.
Honestly, she would be lost without him. Jax was super protective, and he was doing what she needed.
What she craved.
The tumble filled her with warmth, as that heat radiated out from her core. All she could think of was wanting more.
She.
Was.
Safe.
Because he knew that he wanted to make her cum over and over again, he was desperate to take her.
He was desperate to feel.
Jax had one mission, and it was to distract his woman. So, he moved back into position above her.
He loved watching her lost in that pleasure. Her dark tresses cascaded over the bedding, and he craved the scent.
Aly smelled like roses and sin.
Oh, and he loved to sin.
As his body was braced above hers, she finally opened her eyes and saw him waiting patiently for her. The orgasm had been just what the woman needed.
Now, she was thinking more about him, and less about how dangerous it was to be this close to Alexsandr.
“Well, welcome back,” he teased.
Because she needed to, Aly ran her fingers across his face. The rough scruff of his cheek sent shivers across her body.
He was so damn sexy.
Maybe too sexy for his own good.
This man…he’d caught her, and she only hoped plan B didn’t come into play, or she was going to be a mess.
And not the sexy kind he liked.
“It was a delightful tumble. I feel less stressed,” she said, as he smiled at her. “Now, really make me forget.”
He grinned.
Oh, well, sign him up.
“Ask and you shall receive, gorgeous lady. Let me get you off some more.”
Alyona was more than ready.
She was desperate.
“Hell, yeah. Bring it on,” she said. “I always want you, Jax. It’s time to help you relax now too. Before we fuck, let me take the edge off.”
Oh, he wanted that.
Now.
Desperately.
He rolled off of her and landed on his back. Once there, Jax watched as Alyona crawled toward him, and his heart thumped in excitement.
He was about to have a really awesome orgasm—like always.
When didn’t he with her?
His Russian was wild, out of control, and knew her way around his body.
She was the first woman that made him feel complete, like he had a solitary chance at happiness.
When her hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock, again, his whole body was rocked with that pleasure. This was what he was talking about.
This.
Right.
Here.
“Aly, Baby,” he whispered, struggling to focus through that pleasure.
He was holding his breath as he waited for her mouth to devour him.
No one gave head like Alyona.
It was perfection and what he craved.
Yeah, he needed this more than anything.
“Please,” he begged, as she continued to stroke.
Jax desperately needed Alyona’s mouth on him. He craved that stroke of her tongue against his heated flesh and the way she teased the head of his dick.
She was wicked.
Oh, and she liked to tease him.
There was no doubt that he was desperate. Jax was dying to feel the wet heat of her mouth taking him. There had never been a woman who had that perfect chemistry with him.
But her.
It was why he craved moments like this.
“Please,” he begged, as she roughly stroked him.
He wanted this more than he wanted to breathe. It was like that each time they came together. No matter the stress, or situation.
Their bodies just knew they were a perfect fit.
Desperately, he wanted her to hurry up so that he could be down her throat.
He craved it all.
“Yes! More!” he begged, as she continued to slowly, torturously stroke him.
Jax laid there, staring at her between his legs, and he was shaking. That pleasure was threatening to own him, and Jax was too weak to stop it.
Jax wanted more.
He was greedy like that.
“Aly! Please! Don’t be a dick tease. I need your mouth!”
She offered to give him some relief.
“Let me show you, Jax,” she said, her tongue swirling around the tip of his erection. The whole time, she was appreciative of how he was hovering over her, protecting her this entire trip.
Now, it was time to pay him back.
The wicked torment stole his breath.
Because he wasn’t ready when she deep throated him, his head dropped back as she swallowed him to the base of his erection.
Jesus.
His body shook.
The pleasure was amazing.
The moan that slipped from between his lips said it all. This was Jax’s happy place. He didn’t care that some KGB nut was chasing them.
They would be fine.
NO ONE was taking her from him.
That wasn’t happening.
Taking a chance, Jax opened his eyes and watched as she bobbed her head up and down his erection.
It was so damn hot.
That wetness…it made him even harder.
This mating called to him on some deep, dark level. It made him wilder and pushed him closer to the edge.
“If you don’t take the edge off,” he admitted, his teeth clenched as she did wicked things to his dick and balls, “I’m going to be out of control,” he warned.
Oh, Alyona loved that.
She worked him hard.
One minute in, he was squirming, and Jax was breathless.
His heart was thundering.
His whole body shook with that delicious need.
It was exactly what she wanted him to feel.
“MORE!” he begged.
She gave him what he wanted, but this time, she switched up the rhythm, making him nuts.
She couldn’t help herself. Alyona loved to drive him insane.
That was her goal.
“God! I love you,” he muttered, his whole body reacting to the way she blew him.
His words made her get even wilder.
Wanton was her middle name.
“Oh, Christ!” he hissed, as she did something devastatingly wicked to his balls.
Yep.
He was screwed.
Jax’s heart was hers, and it forever would be too.
Reaching for her, Jax found the back of her hair, and slowly, he took her deeper and deeper until his body was on the edge.
That slow glide up and down his dick was out of control hot.
The whole time, he struggled to be gentle. His hips bucked, and she drove him insane.
He throbbed.
He begged.
Jax needed to cum in the worst way.
As she worked his dick over, he was losing that control. Someone was about to cum down her throat.
Alyona could always do this to him.
“Make me cum,” he begged. “I need you to make me cum so I can bury myself in you, Aly. Please! I need this.”
She didn’t hold back.
Alyona knew that he was on the edge. His dick was swollen, and he was breathing as if he ran a marathon.
“Oh God!”
She scraped her teeth up his erection, and that was the end of his fight.
Jax hadn’t expected it as his whole world shattered apart.
HE.
CAME.
HARD.
Jax went blind, deaf, and dumb. The orgasm tore through him, shoving him into the pleasure as he poured down her throat.
“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, his eyes crossing as he was overwhelmed with one hell of an orgasm.
Yeah, that’s why he loved sex with her. Aly knew how to make him beg for more.
Only, now, it took the edge off, and he was grateful.
Jax knew what he wanted most.
It was to be between her legs as he filled her. Yeah, he wanted to be buried balls deep in his hot Russian woman.
Sue him.
When he rolled, she was splayed out beneath him, and he couldn’t get enough of her body. She was curves and full breasts that would make any man beg.
She was gorgeous.
“Alyona,” he whispered. “You’re mine forever. When this is over, let’s get married. I’ll propose, and we’ll be a family.”
Her heart skipped.
She wanted him with her forever, but she was afraid that wouldn’t happen. Alexsandr was a monster, and if he found out she was here…
She was dead.
Instead of thinking the worst, she focused on him, all the while, ignoring that comment.
She needed to get through these next few days first.
“I need you, Jax. Let’s have some fun and take that fall together.”
Oh, he really wanted that.
“I can’t wait to cum in you,” Jax admitted. “We’re going to have a good life, Baby,” he promised.
He trusted Alyona.
With.
His.
Life.
Only, her body language told him that she expected to die.
Not on his watch.
“God! I love this view,” he admitted, as he stared down at her full breasts, her flushed skin, and that wetness between her thighs.
“Jax,” she said, staring up into his eyes. “Hurry! I need you.”
Well, if the lady had needs, it was the least he could do to satiate them.
Right?
“Take me, Moya lyubov.”
Oh, that was music to his ears. There was nothing he loved more than hearing her call him ‘my love’ in her native tongue.
This was his happy place.
Jax moved in to take his prize. He rubbed the tip of his erection through the wetness between her legs and then found his way home.
Roughly.
They both moaned in pleasure.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he admitted, his balls already tight with that pleasure.
Alyona did this to him.
From beneath him, she was content. That feeling of him filling her filled that fear with the hope she might make it home again.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now!”
Well, if she insisted.
Jax didn’t hold back. The ride was anything but gentle, and like he’d promised, it was fast.
It was wild.
It was rough.
She was going to scream.
When he and Alyona came together, it was always like this.
Crazy.
He could feel her body reacting, and he wanted to make sure they took that tumble together. Already, he was close.
It was hard not to be when you were pounding your way into a sexy woman’s body.
“Come on, Baby,” he muttered, that sheen of perspiration on his brow. He was holding on by the skin of his teeth.
Jax wanted to cum in the worst way.
Watching that pleasure cascade over her was his one goal. That look of rapture on her face pushed him closer and closer to the edge as he was forced to watch her close to cumming.
Her nipples pebbled and she was crisscrossed with goosebumps.
It made Jax insane, and he was barely holding on.
He changed the angle and drove himself home over and over again.
Not giving up, Jax kept pounding himself into her body to get her to follow him over the edge.
“Harder,” she begged, that insatiable need taking over. Her nails were buried in his shoulders, and she was meeting him stroke for stroke.
Jax moaned.
He loved being in bed with her. She made him work for it, and there was nothing sexier. She would be his wife, and one day, they’d have kids. They’d adopt them or ‘borrow’ them, but they’d have them.
If only he could keep her from running from him again.
He wanted to give her this happily ever after, and to show her it was absolutely possible.
“Yes!” she moaned, her body bowing as they hung on the cusp of that orgasm.
She was on the edge.
He.
Could.
Tell.
Jax knew what would push her over.
He rolled, and they found themselves face-to-face, still, but with her in his lap. He used his arm strength to get her to slide up and down his dick.
They kissed, making out as she bounced in his lap.
He broke the kiss.
“Fuck! Cum on my dick!” he demanded, needing that last little push to the edge.
As her breasts bounced, and she ground down on his dick to push them over, Jax knew that he was in his happy place.
That kiss of pain, that rush of need, and that jolt of heat was just enough to do them both in.
“Come on! I need to feel you cum, Baby. You’re it. You’re the key!” he admitted, trying to coax her off of the edge.
She stared into his eyes.
“I’ll love you forever,” she whispered, needing him to know that in case this mission all went bad, he would forever be hers.
At her words, Jax came hard. It tore her from the edge, and they both took that tumble.
Truth be told, he longed for those words from her. He’d had to chase, but she’d been worth it in the end. That was better than her screaming his name any day.
She’d been the first woman to ever tell him that, and he’d never thought he’d wanted to hear it.
He did.
Apparently.
This meant everything.
They came as one.
Together.
Alyona leaned on him, their breathing was heavy, and that wetness evident between her thighs. Jax held her, and she clung to him.
“This is how we die,” he muttered.
It made her laugh, but it wasn’t nearly as happy as it had been. It was clear that she was back to thinking about what was going to happen next and not distracted.
He tried.
“I have you. I swear to God that he’s not taking you from me, Aly. I’ll fight and kill anyone who tries.”
She made him look in her eyes.
It was time to have a come to Jesus talk.
Now, she needed a promise.
It was an important one.
“If he tries to get me, and he grabs me, end me, Jax. Put a bullet in me. If he gets me, he’s going to abuse me in ways I’ll never survive. He’ll sell my body, and let men hurt me. Love me enough that if he gets me, just end me.”
He kissed her.
When he set her mouth free, he stared into her eyes.
“I’ll do it, Aly, but wait for me on the other side. If you die, I’m following. We’re a unit. It’s us or nothing.”
She kissed him softly.
Facing Alexsandr was going to break her, even if he didn’t get her.
How did she know?
He was the boogey man.
And she was scared.
If she survived this, she was going to need some time away.
To regroup.