Chapter 19 #2
"I want to be on top." He stopped with the tip right next to my entrance. "You owe it to me."
He cocked a brow before rolling over to lie on his back. "I'm not one to complain if a woman wants to ride me."
A feeling of possessiveness washed over me, and I straddled him. I felt a strange combination of being both in control and out of control at the same time. "How many girls have ridden you, Jax?"
He guided himself to my entrance and I hissed as I lowered myself down onto him. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest, giving me time to adjust to him. He was thinking a little too hard about my question.
My fingers lightly grazed his nipples and he sucked in a breath of air between his teeth. I raised a brow and pinched both of them.
"Riley!" His hips bucked and I gasped as he hit me deeper. "The nipples are off limits."
"Oh yeah?" I pinched them again, and in a fluid movement, he was on top, his mouth attacking and his pelvis grinding against mine.
I dug my nails into his back as he began thrusting. He lifted himself enough and looked down as he moved in and out of me. Something about that made my thighs quiver.
"No girl has," he finally said as his thrusts became a little more erratic. He pulled out of me and flipped me over like I weighed nothing and slid back into me from behind.
Even though it was only my second time with a man, I felt like my body knew exactly what to do and how to respond to him. I ignored the voice in my head telling me it was because I was a siren.
I gripped onto the comforter and shut my eyes. My body was wound up tight and aching. "No?"
Jax's arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against him. One of his hands went to my nipple and the other to my clit. "No. They don't get the privilege."
I couldn't stop the laugh that burst out of me, and he bit gently on my shoulder as he slowed his pace. The movement became much more than just either of us chasing orgasms.
"Look at yourself in the window." His fingers moved in small circles over my clit, and he tweaked my nipple between his fingers. "Watch how beautiful you are when you come."
There was just the right amount of light in the room to see us reflected in the window. He looked straight into my eyes in the reflection and then lay down slowly with me on top.
"Touch your clit while you ride me." His fingers dug into my skin as I began rolling my hips.
It was weird at first, not seeing his face, but after a minute, I relaxed and touched myself with one hand.
I leaned forward slightly and he moaned as I placed my other hand on his leg.
His hips thrust up, and I cried out as my entire body shook.
He lifted his hips one last time as he came with a curse.
"I don't think I can move," I panted. My legs felt like jelly, and when I tried to move them, they refused to budge.
Jax lifted me off him with superhuman strength and laid me down. "That means I did my job."
I snorted. "You did your job? You just laid there besides the few thrusts at the end."
He laughed and got off the bed, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wet a washcloth. "It's strenuous work."
I watched as he cleaned me up with a small smile on his face. My body sank into the covers, completely relaxed. "I'm not angry at you anymore."
"No?" He flopped on the bed next to me and pulled me against him. "So, whenever you're pissed, just give you orgasms?"
I twisted my lips, thinking that over. "That, or bring me my knife."
He was quiet and twirled a finger in my hair. "So, you were that type of angry."
I traced a finger around his nipple and he captured my hand. "I don't understand what's happening to me, Jax."
"It'll be okay." He kissed my wrist and then lowered my hand away from his nipples. "Get some sleep."
A feeling of foreboding woke me the next morning. Jax wasn't in bed, but on the pillow next to me was a necklace with three pearls on a piece of thin leather. I sat up, the sheet falling from my bare chest.
I couldn't keep the smile from my face and tied it around my neck. I didn't like to think that forgiveness could be bought, but it did take a little of the sting away.
I checked my phone, hoping my mom had texted me, but instead, there was a message from Jax that he had sent a few minutes before.
Jax: My dad is here. I wanted to warn you before you came downstairs. We'll try to get rid of him as fast as possible, but he seems to want to stay for breakfast. I will text you when he's gone.
That would explain the feeling I had when I woke up. I wrapped the sheet around me and peeked out of the bedroom. My clothes had been left downstairs.
I rushed to the guestroom and locked the door behind me.
After showering and changing into leggings and a sweater, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my phone.
There were no texts. If Finn stayed all day, was I just supposed to hide out like a scared child in my room?
It's not like he would do anything to me now that my father was dead.
I went downstairs to find all four men sitting at the dining table eating in silence. Morgan noticed me first and he stopped with his fork halfway to his open mouth.
"Good morning, boys." I went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. It wasn't so bad with the right amount of sugar and milk. "What's for breakfast?"
I walked to the table and set my coffee down before going around the table and planting a kiss on the guys' cheeks.
Finn raised a brow and looked at Jax. "What's going on here?"
I sat down next to Morgan and grabbed a plate. "We're together now. Didn't they tell you?"
Finn leaned back in his chair and watched me as I squirted syrup on my French toast. He didn't say anything, which was good, because I was starving.
After a few bites, he cleared his throat. "You're a siren." I nearly choked on my food. "That would explain why you have these three falling at your feet."
"Dad," Jax warned. He put down his fork and looked ready to remove his father if necessary. "That has nothing to do with it."
"It does, son. The same thing happened to me with Natalia." He didn't take his eyes off me. "It doesn't matter if Riley is only twenty-five percent."
"You knew?" My mom said he hadn't known.
"I didn't know until that day I followed Morgan's parents and watched them and Monty pull you out to sea and then stick you on that buoy." His jaw ticked. "They just left you there like your mom instructed. I made sure you didn't fall off."
I suddenly lost my appetite. "That... that was you?"
"Wait, what?" Morgan dropped his fork. "What do you mean my parents pulled her out to sea? Monty was there?"
Who the hell was Monty?
"Riley's mother paid your parents a quarter of a million dollars to assist in scaring Riley from being in the water." He seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing. "Sirens become land-dwelling unless they spend time in the water."
"How do you know about all this?" I pushed my plate away and kept my eyes on him, although I saw Morgan out of the corner of my eye, giving me a look that showed his pain.
Finn stared me down. "Travis Wade and the rest of his family had been under investigation for some time for aiding and abetting several sirens that had escaped. They told me what I wanted to know, and I promised not to kill you and your mother. Not that I would have anyway."
Morgan stood. "I can't hear this."
"How did they die?" I knew my words were hurting Morgan, but something told me that Finn knew the answers. "My mom didn't know when I asked her."
Crap. I shouldn't have said that.
The room went silent and Morgan gripped the back of the chair. He looked like he was barely holding himself together. I wanted to go to him and comfort him, but the way he was gripping the chair was a warning to stay away.
Finn frowned. "I should talk to Morgan alone."
"Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of them." Morgan's jaw ticked, and Jax looked ready to restrain him if he attacked his father.
"They didn't want you to know about what they had done. They knew it was treason." Finn stood and took a step toward Morgan. "If they would have asked for a trial, all of their actions would have been discovered. The punishment would have been death for them and Monty."
Morgan backed up toward the open doors. "Would have?"
"In exchange for their admission of guilt, I locked them in Poseidon's prison." Finn ran a hand over his neatly styled hair, messing it up.
"You told me they died," he whispered through clenched teeth.
"Your parents and I decided it was easier that way. You would have gone to find them or followed in their footsteps. They didn't want you to risk your life."
"Where's Monty?" Morgan shut his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek. "Did you?..."
Finn sighed. "He swam off when I put your parents in cuffs."
"I think it's time for you to go." Jax stood and grabbed his dad's suit jacket from the back of the couch.
Finn put on his jacket and left without saying a word. We all sat in stunned silence until Morgan spoke.
"You knew and didn't tell me." He stared down at me, pain written all over his face.
"I knew what the payment was for. I didn't know about them being in prison." I spoke softly, trying to ease the blow.
"How?" He shoved his chair in and it made coffee slosh out of my mug. "How did you know?"
I looked down at my lap. "My mom told me yesterday when I met with her."
The room was silent and one by one they left. No one yelled. No one threw anything. No one even spared me a glare.
I spent the rest of the day in the guestroom trying to study. I shouldn't have felt guilty, but the knot in my stomach said otherwise.