5. Deserving of Worship #3
“Your family will never be at risk,” Jax promised. Deja stared up into his eyes and had never seen him more serious. Those eyes always elicited an erotic fear from her that made her want him more than she was willing to admit. “Are you still sore?” he asked, drumming his fingers against her labia.
“Just a little…” she said, holding his gaze.
“There’s a hot tub around the corner that should help. Meet me there,” he said, kissing her forehead.
The sound of the bubbling hot tub eased Deja's nerves as she entered the room to meet Jax. Grabbing her by the waist, Jax descended upon her, stealing her breath with a kiss. Deja stood on her toes as Jax squeezed her backside so roughly that he nearly lifted her off her feet.
When he finally released her, she tried to catch her breath. “You don’t look dressed for a hot tub,” she said, eyeing his clothes.
“For the moment…” Grabbing her shoulders, Jax turned her around and peeled off her robe. Deja squinted when she noticed someone else sitting in the hot tub. “...I’m just going to watch…” Jax whispered, nudging her forward.
Stepping into the hot tub, she looked back at Jax sitting on the bench with a knowing grin on his face. Wading through the steam, making out his lean, muscular figure and broad shoulders, she finally recognized his face. “Ian…?”
“Well, look at you…” Ian said, taking her hand to pull her in. “You look delicious in a bikini…” Ian twirled Deja in front of him before his eyes fell on her backside. “Though I prefer it off…”
Deja turned to face him just as his lips devoured hers. With his hands hungrily grasping her waist, her back arched as he leaned into her, his tongue eagerly claiming hers. “I don’t mean to be so abrupt, but I’ve been a very, very patient man…” Ian breathed against her lips. “I do have my limits…”
Deja sharply inhaled as Ian roughly grabbed her ass with both hands to lift her onto his waist. Her body bounced in the water as he wrapped her thighs around him. Her head fell back as his lips sucked on her neck. His hands sensually massaging her backside, tugging at her bikini.
“Ian, Ian,” Deja said, tugging at his hair until he pulled back.
“Sweetheart, don’t do this to me,” he groaned impatiently. “You’ve tormented me enough. I am aching to be inside of you. I know what they did to you. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“I need you to answer something first,” she insisted.
“Anything…” he said, slipping off her bikini.
“...what were you up to last night?”
Ian’s eyes flickered. “...missing out on making love to you, apparently.”
Deja rolled her eyes. “Ian-”
“What do you want me to say, Deja? That I was cutting people’s throats? Would that ease your concerns?” Ian asked.
Pushing her back against the ledge, he caged her between his arms. “Yes, darling. Instead of diving nose-deep into the heaven between your beautiful thighs and tasting that sweet cream I’ve been obsessing over like a damn madman, I was carving people up…”
Deja looked at him, startled. “But… I didn’t kill anyone…” he finished.
Deja furrowed her brows. “How is that possible?” she asked. She looked up at the sound of Jax’s voice echoing as he randomly spoke in Gaelic. Raising a curious brow, Ian responded in kind. “What did he say?” she asked.
Ian pulled the rest of her bikini from her body. “He asked… why I’m not fucking you yet…”
Her breathing hitched as his throbbing erection brushed invasively against her pussy. His fingers entangled in her hair as he pulled her head to the side. “Just breathe while I fill you up…” Ian whispered, slowly sliding into her.
Deja panted breathlessly as Ian held her firmly to his waist. His large hands palming her ass, controlling the way her body moved against his, grinding their pelvises together.
Her pussy pulsated, and his dick throbbed in response.
A mixture of curses and worship fell from his lips as her pussy sucked him in.
“You haven’t the slightest idea how badly I’ve craved you…” Ian groaned into her neck. “I hear your moans in my sleep. You haunt me…”
Deja gasped as Ian rhythmically pumped into her, fucking her with slow, methodical strokes so she could feel every ridge on his manhood. “Oh god, Ian,” she exhaled when Ian grabbed the back of her neck until she met his gaze.
“Say it again, darling. Say my name again. I beg you…” Ian groaned.
She stuttered his name before his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body was on fire, quaking with need and desire. Her nails dug into his back as her thighs tightened around his waist. The room echoed with the mixed sound of water sloshing and Ian’s pelvis slapping into Deja’s.
“Ian, Ian! I need to cum,” she begged. A satisfied grin painted his handsome face as he pulled out of her and leaned her over the edge of the hot tub.
Deja swallowed hard as she met Jax’s dark, ravenous gaze, watching them with intrigue.
She opened her mouth to speak when Ian slid into her from behind.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out, and Jax tilted his head back with a grin. “My dirty girl…” Jax’s deep voice echoed. “How much more can that pretty pussy take…”