Chapter 42 – Madeline
Jaxon’s hand slid to the small of my back, his touch firm and steady as he guided me through the crowded club. The music thumped in the distance, but with every step, the noise seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
He didn’t say a word, his grip possessive yet gentle as we moved through the shadows of the VIP lounge and slipped into a secluded hallway.
I glanced around, a soft giggle escaping me as Jaxon led me forward, his hand firm but gentle around mine. The dim lighting and hushed quiet of the space felt almost surreal after the energy of the club. But then it hit me, and my laughter grew a little louder.
He glanced back at me, one brow arching in question. “What’s so funny, Scout?”
I tugged at his hand slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as I took in our surroundings. “You really brought me here? The out-of-bounds hallway?” I teased, gesturing to the dimly lit corridor. “Where you first caught me snooping all those months ago?”
My skin buzzed with anticipation, my body already reacting to the tension rolling off him in waves. When we reached the more secluded end of the hallway, he turned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
My back pressed firmly against the wall, and Jaxon leaned in, his arm braced above my head, his body crowding mine but never crossing that invisible line. His dark brown eyes bore into me, searching, searing, as though he could see every thought running wild in my mind.
“Do you know what you’ve been doing tonight, Scout?” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sent shivers cascading down my spine. His fingers reached up, brushing against the curve of my jaw with a touch so gentle it felt almost reverent. “You’ve been driving me mad.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening at the intensity in his gaze. “I—” The words caught in my throat, tangled in the air between us.
“That dress,” he continued, his eyes dragging over me slowly, lingering in ways that made my skin flush. “That smile. Every damn thing about you, Madeline…” His head tilted, his lips so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek.
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as he stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “Jax…” His name fell from my lips like a whisper, my voice trembling with equal parts need and nervous energy.
“Don’t,” he said, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Don’t say my name like that unless you want me to lose whatever’s left of my control.”
The air between us crackled, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing against mine, teasing, testing. I tilted my head, closing the small gap, but he pulled back just enough to keep me wanting more, his smirk wicked.
In one fluid motion, he had me pressed against the wall, his hands bracketing my face as his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was demanding, all-consuming, his lips and tongue claiming every inch of me with a fervour that left me breathless.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me like a drug.
“You’re mine,” he muttered against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Do you hear me, Maddie?”
I nodded, my head falling back against the wall as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth scraping lightly against my skin. “Yours,” I gasped, the word slipping from my mouth before I could stop it.
His hands moved with purpose, sliding up the slit of my dress and gripping my thigh, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver through me that felt like it reached my very soul.
“Yours,” I repeated, my nails digging into his shoulders as his lips found the sensitive spot below my ear. His teeth grazed the delicate skin there, and I gasped, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet hallway.
“Jax, I’m—”
“Stunning,” he interrupted, his tone softening, though the hunger in his eyes still burned with intensity. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath mingling with mine as his hand trailed higher on my leg, his thumb brushing over my skin with an intimacy that left me trembling. “Every damn part of you, Maddie. You’re beautiful. Independent. Capable. Gorgeous. Fucking extraordinary.”
He cupped my face with one hand, tilting my head back so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him, his gaze holding me captive. “I’m in awe of you every fucking day,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my cheek in a gentle, almost reverent touch. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.”
His hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the edge of my panties, and I shivered, my body instinctively arching into him.
He stilled for a moment, his dark eyes locking onto mine, his gaze smouldering but tender, silently asking for permission. I nodded, my breath catching as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding me already soaked for him.
“Good, baby,” he murmured, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that left no space for hesitation. His fingers began to move, his touch maddeningly precise as he explored me. My knees buckled under the onslaught of sensation, but his body pinned me firmly against the wall, holding me steady, grounding me as he took me apart piece by piece.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” His voice was a low, dangerous drawl against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I told you you’d get in trouble if you came snooping around this hallway, honey.” His fingers curled, drawing a desperate moan from my lips. “What a bad girl…”
My head fell back against the wall, my lips parting as I tried to catch my breath, but he didn’t let up. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, and his free hand gripped my waist, his thumb tracing slow circles that burned into me.
“Jax…” I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My head fell forward, my forehead resting in the crook of his neck as I let out a shaky breath that mingled with his warmth.
“Hmm?” he hummed, his tone teasing, dark amusement laced with desire. “What’s the matter, Scout? You’re quiet all of a sudden.” His fingers pressed deeper, his lips curving into a smirk against my neck as my nails bit into his skin.
With a soft chuckle and without warning, his fingers were gone — along with my panties — and in the next instant, Jax scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all.
My breath caught, my arms instinctively looping around his neck as the fabric of my dress ruffled and bunched around my waist, exposing far more than I’d anticipated.
“Baby!” I gasped, my voice a mix of surprise and laughter. “What are you doing?”
“My woman is getting what she deserves,” he murmured, his tone dark and filled with promise. His eyes burned into mine, his gaze heated and unwavering as he carried me deeper into the shadows of the secluded hallway. “Anything she wants.”
The air around us seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation, as he pressed me against the wall with effortless strength.
The cool surface bit into my back, a sharp contrast to the searing warmth of his body as he settled firmly between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs, strong and possessive, holding me in place as if he’d never let me go. I gasped as I felt the hard, undeniable press of him against me.
Somewhere in the chaos of moments, his zipper had come undone, and he was ready — more than ready. God knows when he’d managed it. My head was too foggy, my thoughts too scattered to process anything beyond the sensation of him, the way he seemed to consume every part of me.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with restrained desire. His forehead pressed against mine, his breath mingling with mine in the small space between us. His eyes searched mine, full of longing, and I felt myself drowning in their intensity. “Are you sure?”
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling with need. “Please take me…”
His lips quirked in a small, teasing smirk, though the heat in his gaze never wavered. “Well, if you insist,”
His hand moved up, threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head as his hips shifted, his body aligning perfectly with mine. And then, in one smooth, deliberate motion, he pushed inside me.
The world seemed to tilt, my breath catching in my throat as the sensation overwhelmed me. A gasp escaped my lips, and I clung to him, my hands fisting the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. He stilled, his body taut, every muscle coiled, and his eyes locked onto mine.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. “I need to see you.”
I did, my gaze meeting his, and in that moment, the connection between us felt unbreakable, like nothing else existed but him. My lips parted, and I nodded, giving him the permission he already had but still sought.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against my cheek in a fleeting, grounding gesture. And then he began to move.
His rhythm was deliberate, commanding, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until it felt like I might shatter under the weight of it. My back arched against the wall, my body responding to his in a way that felt instinctual, natural, as if we were made for this — for each other.
“Jax,” I breathed, my voice breaking on his name. My head fell back against the wall, exposing the curve of my neck, and his lips were there instantly, tracing a hot, searing path along my skin.
“You feel so damn good,” he rasped against my neck, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re doing so well. Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, my body trembling. “Fuck yes,”
One hand reached up and circled my neck, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch. The pressure wasn’t harsh — it was controlled, and somehow it felt like he owned every piece of me in that moment.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and my whole body arched into him, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge.
If this was how I went out, I couldn’t even find it in myself to be mad. This — him — was everything I’d never known I needed.
“Are you going to come for me, Madeline?” His voice was rough, raw with desire, and it sent a bolt of lightning through me, leaving me trembling. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, his tone dropping even lower. “Are you going to come all over my cock, just the way you love?”
A broken moan tore from my throat, my hands scrambling to grip onto him, onto anything, as his pace quickened. His hips moved with precision, each thrust calculated to drive me higher, to push me to a place where there was no turning back.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hand tightening just slightly around my throat, holding me there, suspended in the overwhelming tension between us. “Let me feel you come.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer, the coil inside me snapping as I cried out, my release washing over me in waves so intense they left me shaking. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, his rhythm relentless as he worked me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was completely and utterly spent.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand leaving my neck to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my flushed cheek. His gaze locked onto mine, dark and filled with something that felt deeper than just desire. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but pull him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into me one last time, his body shuddering as he found his own release. His name was a whisper on my lips, soft and breathless, as he collapsed against me, his forehead pressing to mine.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, the world around us fading into nothingness. It was just us — our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in tandem.
As our breathing slowly evened out, Jax softened his hold on me, his hands shifting to my hips as if to ground us both.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice still rough from exertion but laced with tenderness.
I nodded, my lips curving into a small, content smile. “I think I’ll survive.”
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest, and leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead. It wasn’t hurried or heated like before — this was soft and filled with a care.
“Good,” he murmured against my skin. “Because I wasn’t sure I could stop thinking about you long enough to focus on anything else.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, savouring the moment as if he wanted to etch it into memory. When he pulled back, his arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me against him until there was no space between us.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said after a beat, his voice soft but firm. “Before someone comes looking for us.”
I laughed, still catching my breath, but nodded. “Good idea.”
He adjusted my dress with deliberate care, his fingers grazing my bare skin in a way that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
Once he had me looking somewhat decent again, he bent down with an infuriatingly smug grin and scooped up my torn panties from the floor, holding them up like some kind of trophy.
“These are mine now,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in triumph as he tucked the delicate scrap of fabric into his pocket. His voice lowered, taking on that rough, commanding edge that never failed to undo me. “And don’t even think about cleaning yourself up. I don’t care if your thighs are dripping with me. That’s exactly how I want you.”
“Oh my god, Jax, you can’t be serious!” I hissed, heat flooding my cheeks as I swatted at his chest. My words sounded sharp, but the half-heartedness of my protest betrayed me, and we both knew it.
He caught my wrist easily, pulling me closer as his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to argue. “Does it look like I’m kidding, Scout?” he asked, his tone deceptively innocent. Then he leaned in, brushing the lightest kiss against my cheek, his lips lingering just long enough to make my pulse race.
As he pulled back, the smug satisfaction in his expression made it clear — he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.
I shook my head, biting back a smile as he took my hand and led me back down the hallway. As we stepped out into the main club, the noise and lights felt jarring after the intimacy of the last few minutes, but his grip on my hand was steady.
As we moved through the crowd, his hand never left mine, his presence a constant reassurance that, no matter what, we were in this together.