Chapter 23 #2
All the doors upstairs were shut, and when I tried Blake's door, it was locked. I heard music coming from inside and raised my hand to knock, but then decided against it. He was home and just didn't want to be bothered.
I turned to Morgan's door and knocked before turning the knob. Locked. Damn him. I looked down the hall at the two double doors.
Fuck it.
I walked to Jax's door and knocked. No answer came, so I turned the knob and the door opened. I peeked in, seeing him lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Jax?" I opened the door further and stepped so I was just inside the door. "I need something to change into."
He didn't respond or even blink. The room was dark besides the glow from the pool lights below. I took another step in. "Jax?"
"Shut the door." His voice was gravelly and made my core stir.
The last thing I needed was to be even more attracted to them. They were assholes and I was walking a fine line by even being at their house.
I shut the door and stayed by it, unsure of what to do since he was still lying on the bed. His face was hidden in shadows, so I couldn't get a good read on him.
"Top right dresser drawer in the closet."
I had no clue where his closet was but figured it was by the bathroom, or maybe even through the bathroom. As I got closer to the glass walls that took up half the wall on that side of the room, I saw the small handle embedded in the wall.
The door was a pocket door and I slid it open, stepping inside the walk-in closet. It was neat and organized by type and in order by color. Light to dark. His shoes were neatly lined up on the floor, not one poking out too far.
Jax was a control freak and it made me smile as I went to the dresser and pulled open the right drawer. Inside were neatly arranged t-shirts. I picked a dark blue one and was tempted to mess up the neatly arranged drawer.
I shut the closet door before dropping the towel and pulling the shirt over my head.
Unlike in the movies and all the books I read, I wasn't a twig and Jax wasn't some monster of a man, so it didn't even fall to my knees.
Instead, it barely covered my ass and left nothing to the imagination in the front.
I pulled open a few more drawers until I found his basketball shorts and pulled on a pair. I pulled the inner drawstring and rolled the waistband. I stepped out of the closet, the wet towel draped over my forearm.
"Well, thanks." I got to the door and stared at the doorknob before turning toward Jax. "Why do you hate me so much?"
I walked to the bed and looked down at him. He turned his head away from me, but not before I saw the tears on his cheeks. I wasn't prepared to see him crying.
"Get out." His words lacked any authority and my heart clenched in my chest for some unknown reason.
I dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed, lying down next to him. He rolled back onto his back again.
"Answer my question first." I put my hand under my cheek on his pillow and waited.
He rolled to face me, wiping his hand across his cheeks. "I don't hate you."
"Yes, you do. You look at me like you want to throw me off your cliff."
He put his hand on my cheek. "You're a job. We're supposed to be getting to your father through any means possible. The shit we've done to you is child's play compared to what we should be doing."
"A job?" I searched his eyes. "Like the mafia?"
"We're nothing like the mafia. Consider us... military. High school is part of our training, and since you happen to be there..."
"But why use me to get to him?" I put my hand over his, the need to touch him undeniably strong. "I'm nothing to my father."
"There's other motivation." He shut his eyes. "My sister is dying."
Tears instantly welled up in my eyes and I scooted closer to him. "Jax..." I don't know why I felt my heart breaking for him, but it pained me to see him hurt.
"She was trying to help a pod of dolphins that were surrounded by the oil." His eyes opened and anger flashed through them. "She is young and stupid. Just because it didn't look like there was oil in the water she was in, didn't mean there wasn't any there. It got into her lungs."
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. My hands went to his bare chest and I laid my cheek against his skin. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." His hand moved to my lower back and settled under my shirt, causing warmth to spread through my body. "Every time I see you..."
"You think of her." I traced a small scar on his chest and wondered how he'd gotten it. "If I knew where my father was, I would tell you."
"I know." He ran a finger along the waistband of the shorts. "My father is out for blood. If he thinks we aren't doing what we need to, he will get more involved."
"I might share blood with my dad, but he lost his right to call me his daughter a long time ago." I went to sit up, but Jax kept his arms locked around me. "What are you doing?"
"Stay." He slid a leg between mine and my body went rigid and tingly all at once.
"I'm a virgin." The second it left my lips, I wanted to smack myself. Just because he was holding me and caressing my skin did not mean he was making a move. He loathed me.
"Figured as much." He laughed lightly and his hands went to my hair, his fingers sweeping against my scalp. "I can't deny the attraction I feel toward you, virgin or not."
I melted against him as his fingers worked through my damp hair. "What if it's all part of me being a siren hybrid creature thing?"
He laughed. "It doesn't matter. Are you planning on luring me to your lair to feast on my flesh?"
I gasped as his hands moved down my back and slid into the shorts, his hands settling on the bare skin of my ass. My skin felt like it was on fire.
"You feel it too, don't you?" His lips slid across my jaw and I groaned as he gently dug his fingers into my flesh. "You feel the pull toward us even though you don't want to."
I shut my eyes as his lips trailed to my neck. "I shouldn't because you are all assholes and bullies."
"You should." His hands left the shorts and my body shivered at the loss of contact. "You're mine."
It sounded so possessive and animalistic coming from his lips, but it sent a tingling sensation to my clit. I squeezed my legs around him, trying to squeeze away the ache that had started between my legs.
It was a mistake coming into his room in only a towel. I knew that, yet I did it anyway. I might have changed into clothes, but it didn't change the fact that subconsciously my body had driven me to his door, hoping he'd want me.
He pushed me back on the covers and hovered over me. "Tell me no."
I stared into his darkened blue eyes. I brought a hand to his cheek and ran my thumb over the skin under his eye. He looked tired and worried, but also looked like he was ready to pounce.
"I don't want to tell you no, even though I should."
He groaned and dropped his hips, his erection resting against my center. "I want to fuck you so bad." He moved his hips and hit right against my clit. "But not tonight."
I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with his lips, his tongue sweeping against mine. I moaned into his mouth and raked my fingernails down his bare back. His muscles flexed against my hands.
He kissed along my jaw to my ear. "Let me touch you."
"Only a little."
He smiled against the sensitive skin of my neck and gripped my hip before sliding his hand up my stomach to rest underneath my breast.
"Your skin is so soft. I love how it feels against my hand."
I whimpered at his words, already feeling intoxicated by him.
His thumb moved under my breast and I arched into him, wanting him to touch me higher. I whimpered when he touched everywhere except my nipples.
"Jax, please." I'd imagined what it would feel like to have a man touch me as I pleasured myself. Doing it myself was nothing like having someone's fingers traveling across my skin.
"Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear it." His hand moved up to rest on my breastbone and I pushed my head back into the pillow in frustration.
My face heated as his dark gaze searched my face, waiting for a response. He knew what I wanted; why wouldn't he just do it?
His other hand came to my lips and he probed at them, sticking two fingers in. "Suck."
My eyes widened a bit, but then I closed my lips around them and sucked. He groaned and moved against me. My hardened nipples rubbed against the fabric of the shirt.
I moved my hand under my shirt and took his hand, moving it to my breast. His eyes closed as I moved my fingers over his to pinch the hard point of my nipple.
"Fuck, Riley." He removed his fingers and lowered his mouth to my other nipple, sucking it through the shirt.
I gasped. "Oh, yes." I wanted him to rip the shirt off and remove the barrier between us, but it was too fast.
I moved his hand down my stomach to the waistband of the shorts and sucked in a sharp breath as I lifted his hand and moved it between my legs. "Touch me."
I let go of his hand and he cupped me through the smooth material of the shorts. He buried his face in my neck as he slid a finger along the slit, pressing the fabric between my folds.
The sensations coursing through my body were unlike anything I'd ever felt, even when using my vibrator. I was half tempted to say fuck it, take me, but knew I'd regret it if I let my body rule my brain too much. I was already making a questionable decision letting him touch me so intimately.
I rubbed his erection through his pants as he increased the pressure between my legs. The shorts were slick with my arousal and my clit throbbed every time his hand pressed into me.
My fingers roamed across his pecs, sweeping across his nipples. He moaned into my neck and moved his hand faster as my hands slid down across the contours of his abs and to his pants.
I moved my palm across his hard length. I didn't know what I was doing but thought back to what he did to himself in the shower and stroked him from root to tip.
His lips covered mine again in a brutal kiss and he rolled completely on top of me, settling between my legs. He began moving against me like there was no clothing between us.
"Jax... please, I need-" A groan left me as he ground his erection against me and hit my clit just right. "Oh my God."
"Can you imagine me sliding into you?" He kissed along my jaw to my ear. "I bet you're so tight."
"Yes." I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts and gripped the sheets. "So good."
He was breathing hard against my neck and rolling his hips in a way that made me want to spread my legs wider, take off the shorts, and welcome him home.
But we needed to go slow. I needed to go slow. There was no telling how he'd feel about this later, and I didn't know if I could handle giving him that part of me only to have him ignore me later.
I cried out as my orgasm spread through my core and my clit exploded with sensations. My body shook and my legs locked as Jax didn't let up.
He groaned in frustration and then was off the bed in an instant, practically running to the bathroom and shutting the door to the small room the toilet was in behind him.
My chest tightened and I shut my eyes. Fuck. I should have known I was just being used. Part of me had hoped it wasn't just that. How could someone as smart as I was be so stupid when it came to men?
"Look at me."
My eyes opened and I blinked up at him. His chest was heaving and sweat lined his brow and his chest. His face was softer than I had ever seen it. He looked magnificent.
"Is this where you tell me to get out?" I bit my lip and adjusted my shirt that was riding up.
"This is kind of awkward, isn't it?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over his head several times before gripping the back of his neck. "I don't usually take things slow."
"I'm such an idiot." I covered my face with my hands.
He pulled my hands away from my face. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"I did."
We stared at each other for a few moments before he laid back down next to me. "Maybe we took it a little too far for your first time being touched like that."
"It was perfect."
My eyes grew heavy and I knew it wasn't even close to a decent time to sleep, but I was exhausted.
I drifted off, drowning in the blue of his eyes.