21. Jax
TWENTY-ONE
jax
Enough was enough.
Time to take control.
Nearly an hour after we should have bolted from the rehearsal dinner for my hotel, we were mulling around the main piazza, drinks in hand and making small talk, mostly about tomorrow’s wedding. Natalie was talking to Neo Grado, presumably about wine as they peered into their glasses. But not for long.
Natalie didn’t see me coming from behind until I’d already apologized to her companion and guided her by the elbow away from the conversion.
“Um, excuse me?”
“Mi Scusi,” I corrected. “When in Rome, and all.”
“Either way,” she said, looking over her shoulder though Neo had already moved on to a different conversation. “Did you want something?”
“Yes.” I took a step toward her and leaned into her ear, much as I had during dinner. “I want to peel that dress off, bury my head between your legs and make you come so hard every single fucking person in the hotel hears you scream my name.”
When I stood back and assessed, I silently gave myself a point. For a second, I thought she might argue, just for the sake of it, but instead, Natalie not so eloquently put her glass on the nearest table, took my hand and started walking.
“Aren’t you going to say goodbye? To the girls, at least?”
“Nope,” she said. “I’ll text them. Maybe.”
I tugged her hand. “Wrong way, sunshine.”
“Oh.”
“You’re walking at a pretty good clip considering those heels.”
“Yeah, I was told not to wear them. Cobblestone streets and all. But I can be stubborn.”
“I’m aware.”
“For someone who chose not to leave right from dinner, you seem awfully eager all of a sudden.”
She smiled. It was a secret smile, but I could decipher it easily.
“Competitive too,” I added.
“A little.”
Laughing, I pulled her down a side street. “This way.”
“Oops.”
Somehow, we made it to my hotel without me tearing her clothes off. Thankfully, the back stairwell was empty at this time of night. When the door closed behind us, I reached for her, pulling Natalie into me.
No words were exchanged.
Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling as I finally gave in to the urge I’d had all night to inch my hand higher than the hem of her dress. I took the briefest of seconds to relish the feel of her inner thigh, and with Natalie pinned to the wall of the stairwell, I plunged two fingers into her, knowing she would be wet for me already.
And she was. So fucking wet.
“All night,” I murmured, her moans only encouraging me. If someone came in now, we were well and truly caught. No way I’d give a shit enough to stop. “All night I’ve wanted to do this.”
“Jax.” The way she looked up at me managed to somehow make me even harder than I was already. “Oh my god, please. Do. Not. Stop.”
“Stop?” I used my thumb then too, rubbing circles around her clit as my fingers worked Natalie until her hips gyrated with the rhythm I’d set. “I have no intention of stopping. Not at the moment, not all fucking night. I just hope you can keep your head up tomorrow for the wedding because I don’t have sleep on the agenda in my head.”
“I can’t.” She gripped the shoulders of my jacket. “Jax,” she panted.
“Come on, sunshine. Wet my fingers like you did last night. Show me how it’s gonna feel in a few minutes when my cock is deep inside you. SHOW. ME.”
“Oh my god.”
On her tiptoes now, eyes wide, Natalie began to pulse. Then, slamming her eyes closed, she gave in completely, making my promise that she’d call my name come true. Loud enough that if someone didn’t hear us and come running, I’d be shocked.
And I didn’t give a flying fuck. All that mattered was the woman coming apart in my hands.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, wanting to kiss her but knowing Natalie was lost for the time being. “Do you have any clue how fucking hot you look when you come?”
Her eyes whipped open.
“Do you have any idea how magical your fingers are? Or how much you curse during sex escapades?”
I pulled out my fingers and pushed Natalie’s dress down.
“Seems like your ears might get a workout tonight, along with other parts of you. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. It’s kinda hot, actually.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Um, Jax? Why aren’t we moving? Like, upstairs.”
I looked down. Natalie’s gaze followed.
“Oh.”
“Exactly. Talk about puppies. Or something like that.”
She chuckled. “The first time we met, I actually thought about that.”
“About puppies?”
“Uh huh. I thought you were an arrogant prick who hated nature and probably puppies and babies and rainbows and all things sweet like that.”
I couldn’t help but laugh even though it was an insult. “I happen to like babies.”
“And puppies?”
“Definitely.”
“Rainbows?”
I shrugged. “Those I can take or leave. I think I’m good to go.”
“Which we should probably do. I’m surprised no one has come in here yet.”
“Maybe the walls are soundproof,” I said, heading up the stairs.
“How did you even know this stairwell existed? I saw the main one from the lobby and assume this isn’t used as much.”
I turned back to her and smiled. “Reconnaissance.”
“You’re telling me,” she said as we continued to the fifth and top floor of my boutique hotel, “that you scoped this out. For this purpose?”
“I did.”
“Didn’t have much confidence we’d make it to the room?”
“No,” I responded, pushing open the door and letting her through. “With good reason.”
“Can’t keep your hands off me, Ranger?”
“Something like that.”
And I wasn’t planning on keeping my hands off her for the rest of the night, either. We were exactly one foot into my room, moonlight streaming in from the balcony, when I made good on my promise. Natalie’s purse fell to the floor as I pulled the damn dress up and off her. Groaning when her black lace bra and thong were in full view, I made quick work of my jacket and shoes.
“So back at the cafe, you said—”
“I know exactly what I said.” Barefoot and shirtless with only my pants remaining, I backed Natalie up to the bed until she had no choice but to hop on. And when she did, I all but tore the thong from her body and buried my face between her legs.
Pushing her legs open, I wasn’t exactly gentle, but Natalie didn’t seem to mind. Just the opposite, actually.
“I was going to say, you don’t have to do that since you already...holy shit, Jax.”
Obviously, I ignored her and plunged my tongue as deep as I possibly could into her. From there, I didn’t let up. My hands holding her legs open, I teased a bit first, and then plunged deep inside again. As Natalie’s hands gripped my hair, encouraging me, pushing me into her as if I could possibly get any closer, I licked and swirled and then pulled out, flicking my tongue against the most sensitive part of her with the tip of my tongue.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I could use my thumb but didn’t want to. Having Natalie come just using my tongue was a challenge I’d been pondering all night. And would tell her so, later. But for now, my fingers dug into the sweet flesh of her thighs as I sucked and swirled, the sounds she made so fucking hot I was getting hard myself.
Well, that was a first. I loved giving women pleasure, but couldn’t say I’d ever gotten off this way before. But if Natalie kept up her squeals and squirms, I might have to make like a soldier and discipline myself back into submission.
Jesus.
“I’m gonna come, Jax.”
Do it , I willed her, not letting up. Do it, sunshine.
When she did, I licked every drop, ignoring her pulling back her hips as if the sensations were too much. Taking her to the brink, and then beyond it, was my goal. Nothing less would do.
“Holy. Shit.”
I pulled my head up.
“I have no words.”
That was a good start. “I do.”
She tried to sit up, didn’t seem to be able to muster the strength, and fell back down on the bed. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Natalie Hartwell, it’s time for me to fuck your brains out.”