Chapter 47
KAT
Sleep recedes, and my muscles clench.
My back arches, as lips descend south, over my stomach. I bite my lip to smother my moan.
That tormenting mouth continues south. My hands rise, cupping my breasts, tweaking and pulling on my nipples. Opening my legs, I allow him access, the breadth of his shoulders pushing me wider.
His mouth finds my core, licking me from my weeping hole to my clit. I squirm against the sheets, a heavy arm moving over my pelvic bone holding me in place, while his lips and tongue ruin me.
My hands leave my breasts and cradle the head between my thighs, holding him in place as his lips suckle and torment my clit.
“Jax,” I whisper into the air, as a finger finds my opening.
I squeeze my eyes closed as his wicked mouth and fingers drive me higher.
My body should be spent after the night we’ve shared, but it looks like my body wants one more. I’ve become insatiable.
Pulling on his head, I draw him up and over my body.
Lips meet mine. Jax deepens the kiss, ensuring I can taste myself on his tongue.
His hard cock finds my entrance. I spread my thighs wider, using my feet as traction on the bed. I rock my hips, encouraging him to slide only the head of his cock into my body. We both pause, enjoying the sensation.
My nails sink into his back as he gently rotates his hips, teasing my opening.
“You have a very wicked cock, Mr Lockwood,” I whisper against his neck.
“I’m glad you like it, Ms Frazer,” he replies. “It’s at your service whenever you want it.”
“This could become very addictive,” I whisper, lifting my hips so he slides slightly deeper into my wet pussy.
His lips meet mine, and I moan against the mouth and tongue that are now devouring me.
Our hips move, his cock sliding deeper until he’s balls deep in my body.
My hands grip his arse cheeks, squeezing and releasing, wanting more.
“Jax, please,” I beg.
He slides his hands under my ass, tipping my pelvis up, allowing him to drive in and out. He pounds into me. I meet him stroke for stroke, my body becoming more and more lubricated, the pressure in my pelvis growing tighter.
“Jax, I’m going to come,” I hiss against his lips, locking my hip muscles.
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
I know he does. He has all night. As he always has.
The pressure continues to build. I bear down, welcoming the rush of pleasure as my lower body contracts around him, my muscles milking him hard, my body shuddering with desire.
“Yes,” I say, pulling him closer, wrapping my legs around his hips.
Jax stills, his cock jerking, his cum emptying deep inside me, coating me. He continues to rock gently before collapsing, his head buried in the side of my neck.
I rub soothing circles over his back, enjoying the masculine weight of him on my body, between my thighs.
“That was one way to wake up,” I say, kissing the side of his head.
Jax presses up, his boyish grin something I’ve missed.
“You always did like an orgasm alarm.”
He chuckles.
I raise a hand and run it through his messy hair.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Too long,” he says, kissing my nose before rolling off me.
He flops onto his back before drawing me into his side. Surprising myself, I go willingly, resting my head on his shoulder.
We lie there, together. Our bodies touching, our voices quiet.
My brain is empty. For the first time, in a long time, the incessant noise has stopped.
My phone pings on the bedside table next to me.
I groan.
“No rest for the wicked, isn’t that what they say?” Jax says, with a chuckle.
I grab my phone and stare at the screen.
Elijah.
What does he want?
ELIJAH:
Jax is booked into room 350.
The suite next to mine.
Three dots appear, followed by a photo of Jax and me entering the elevator, his hand on my lower back. The picture itself isn’t much, but it’s the look we’re giving each other.
“Shit!” I say, throwing back the covers and standing up.
“What?”
I pass him my phone.
“Kat,” he says, his eyes clashing with mine. “I’m sorry.”
He drops back, his forefinger and thumb rubbing his eyes.
I stop and draw in a deep breath before sinking back onto the edge of the bed, my hand reaching out, finding Jax’s chest.
My brain whirls, unable to focus. My racing heartbeat is all I can concentrate on. Flexing my fingers over Jax’s taut skin, I marvel at his beautiful physique, and the fact he’s here with me.
Fuck it!
I bite my lip, suddenly trying to suppress a giggle.
My chest lightens, and my head feels slightly dizzy.
Dropping back on my pillow, I stare up at the ceiling. Then turn my head to stare at Jaxson, who’s developed a deep groove between his eyebrows.
My lips spread into a grin.
“Fuck it,” I say, only this time it’s out aloud.
“Kat?” Jax looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
I roll onto my side, supporting my head on my arm.
“The cat is out of the bag. My brothers know, the board, our investors, they’ll all know. I should be panicking, but I realise, I’m tired of hiding, worrying what everyone else thinks.”
Jax opens and closes his mouth. When his phone pings, he drops back with a groan.
Scooting across the bed, I rest my head on his shoulder, looking at his screen.
ELIJAH:
Pen tells me Kat’s a big girl, and to keep my nose out.
I do laugh now as Jax covers his eyes.
I love my friend. Only imagining what Pen said to Elijah when he received that photo.
His phone pings again. This time, it’s Caleb.
CALEB:
Knew it! I’m cupid.
CALEB:
You have a change of clothes waiting in room 350. Mason delivered your case.
It’s my turn to groan. All I need is my baby brother thinking he set me up with Jax.
Jax pulls me into his arms, kissing my temple.
“At least they don’t want to castrate you,” I say.
“But that picture is obviously out there.”
“It is. Although Elijah has seen to it, we can deny it.”
His muscles tense under my cheek.
I push up and look into his face.
“If we don’t, there may be backlash with the board, with investors.”
Jax pushes away and stands up.
“Whatever,” he says, reaching for his clothes. “I better get back to Cal and April’s.”
“Jax. Stop.”
His hand pauses as he picks up his jumper.
Sitting up, I pull the duvet around my naked breasts.
“What do you want from me, Kat? Am I just a convenient fuck, someone who rescued your project?”
A headache begins to form. I narrow my eyes.
“This is not just about me and what I want,” I say, forcing my jaw to relax. “What do you want, Jax? I’m not presuming anything. I’m merely stating a fact. Whatever we decide, we’re in this together.”
He drops his chin to his chest, his hand gripping the back of his neck.
When he looks up, I know his answer.
“I want you. I always have.”