Chapter 28 Nyx #3
Readjusting my dick, I discreetly go back to watch her over the rim of my coffee cup like a creep.
Her flow slows, her hands pressing together as she moves into some kind of meditative pose. After a few moments, she comes inside.
I watch her, waiting for her to glance at me, acknowledge me somehow. But she doesn’t. She glides past me, skin glistening from the morning heat.
“Good workout?” Cade gives her a toothy grin as he shifts in his seat, throwing a cloth napkin across his lap.
This kid is going to make me go back to prison today.
I sip my coffee as she treats us like we’re invisible, though my eyes track her every move. She grabs a water bottle from the fridge, twists the cap off, and takes a long sip. Not once does she glance our way.
“Aisha wants to speak to you,” Xay says, holding out his phone to her, trying to catch her gaze. They have been sharing it after having lost hers in the shoot-out.
She finally lifts her glistening eyes—puffy, as if she’s been crying—and they fall on me briefly before she takes the phone, shoving it into the back pocket of her shorts. “Will do.”
No “good morning,” no nod, no acknowledgment. She turns on her heel, her shapely legs carrying her across the room, her hips swaying in a way that has my jaw clenching.
My eyes drop—completely involuntary—to the curve of her ass, those damn shorts hugging her in ways I shouldn’t be thinking about.
She disappears down the hall, her bare feet padding softly against the floor, and the sound of her door clicking shut cuts through my raging thoughts.
My teeth grind as irritation flares hot in my chest.
Yesterday’s events replay in my head—the shootout, the chaos, and my own… less-than-stellar behavior toward her. I might’ve been an ass, but she didn’t have to ice me out like this.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I slam my coffee cup on the counter and stalk after her, a low whistle and a chuckle erupting in my wake.
Shoving her door open, she jumps when it hits the wall with a loud bang, her head snapping around to stare at me, mouth agape. She wipes the corner of her eyes with her fingers.
“Girl, let me call you back,” she says into the receiver as I hear a sharp ‘What the hell was that?’ on the other end of the line. But she hangs up, tossing the phone onto the bed as she stands.
“What do you want, Nyx?” she bites out.
“We need to talk,” I growl, stalking towards her, towering over that gorgeously defiant scowl. Her brows shoot up, unimpressed. She crosses her arms, water bottle dangling lazily from her hand like she’s got all the time in the world to test me.
“About what? The part where you acted like a complete jackass yesterday? Or the part where you storm into my room uninvited?”
“Don’t act like you’re innocent here,” I say, my voice low and rough, simmering with a heat I’m not sure why I can’t control. "You threw your own punches—said what you said—and now you give me the cold shoulder? Shut me out like it’s all on me?”
She scoffs, taking a step closer, her anger flaring to match mine. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I supposed to smile and pretend you didn’t treat me like shit yesterday? Or are you expecting me to grovel for your attention like the self-centered jerk you are?”
My fists clench at my sides, her words hitting like a match to gasoline. “Don’t push me, Naomi. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t push you?” she spits, her eyes blazing. “That’s rich coming from you. You’re impossible. You act like the world revolves around you, and everyone else is just supposed to deal with your attitude! Everyone here is hurting too.”
We’re toe to toe, her chest heaving as she glares up at me. My pulse races, heat rushing through my veins, and I’m not sure if I want to keep fighting or—
Man, fuck this shit.
Before I can second-guess myself, my hands are gripping her hips as I crush my lips to hers. Not soft, not gentle—it’s raw, furious, and desperate.
Her lips taste like fire and defiance, and I can’t stop myself.
It’s like I’ve been starving for it, like I need to punish her and worship her all in the same breath.
My hands grip her waist, dragging her closer, swallowing that sharp little gasp she makes.
I kiss her harder, deeper, enraged at how much I want her, furious at how good it feels.
But suddenly, she rips away.
The sudden loss knocks the air out of my chest, breathing like I’ve been sprinting, staring at her wide eyes. For one dizzy, reckless second, we both blink in the silence, and I think she’s going to come back to me—
But instead, her fist connects with my lip—pain explodes hot and sharp, my head snapping to the side. And all I can think is—damn. Even furious, she’s the most intoxicating woman I’ve ever known.
The metallic taste of blood makes my dick strain against my sweats, and a chuckle curls in my chest when she searches my eyes furiously…but doesn’t leave. I let my tongue slowly run over the wound, watching her eyes follow it.
Lip bloodied, I kiss her again—tasting her, our tongues dancing. She stiffens for half a second before she melts into me, her arms circling my neck as she kisses me back with equal fire. Gripping her thighs as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips.
Any thought I ever had about how fucked up this is slips away as fast as I press her against the wall, my dick painfully rock hard.
“God, you’re infuriating,” she breathes against my lips, her nails dragging across my back.
“Right back at you,” I growl, kissing her harder, our breaths coming in ragged bursts, the tension between us igniting like a fuse. And in this moment, there’s nothing but her—her taste, her heat, and the way she feels like fire in my arms.
Naomi’s legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in her completely as her nails bite into my shoulders, dragging me deeper into this heady mix of anger and need, feeling like an all-out war and the tug of surrender all at once.
She moans into my mouth, and my control shatters. My hand grips her ass, the other sliding up under her tiny shirt—I’m seconds away from losing every shred of restraint I have. Her heat against me, the way she gasps my name—it’s maddening.
“You drive me insane,” I groan against her lips, pressing against her center to show her exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Good,” she breathes, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging hard as she rolls her hips in a way that sends shock waves through my body, making themselves at home at the base of my spine. “Now you know how I feel.”
She glares at me like she’s daring me to back off. Instead, I kiss her again. Her tongue is liquid fire, sliding against mine, and I want to taste every inch of her—consume her until there’s nothing left but need.
Her other hand slides down my bare chest, her touch as fiery as her words as she starts to tug on my pants, urging me to take them off. I start to pull off her shirt until someone clears their throat.
“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Xay draws from the doorway.
Naomi jerks back, her lips swollen, chest heaving as I drop her back onto her feet.
Cade steps in behind Xay, eyebrows raised, a knowing smirk on his face to match the other asshole. “Oh, don’t stop on our account. This is way better than breakfast.”
“Don’t you two have anything better to do?” I snap, my blood boiling as I turn to face them. I should fucking shoot both of them.
Xay shrugs, his smirk widening as he leans against the door frame. “Honestly? Not really. But I will say, it’s about time. Thought you two would keep tiptoeing around the bullshit forever.”
Naomi straightens her top, shooting both a glare that could level a building. I don’t even notice I’m still touching her until she shoves my hand away. Not great for the innocent plea we’re going for.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mutters, brushing past me and heading for the bathroom. She mutters something under her breath, but I’m too distracted by the sight of her beautiful ass in those damn shorts to catch it. My eyes follow her until she disappears behind the bathroom door.
Cade watches her go too, his grin still firmly in place. “Well, Nyx, if you want privacy, maybe next time try not to fuck with the door open.”
“You didn’t see anything,” I snap, stepping toward them. “Because nothing happened.”
“Fine, fine.” Xay chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. “We’re fucking blind then. Come on, Cade.”
As they turn to leave, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, frowning at the name on the screen.
Doctor Hector Mortez.
The sight of it sobers me instantly. I glance at Xay and Cade, who are still lingering near the door, their amusement fading as they notice the change in my expression.
My pulse spikes as I hit accept. “Mortez, what’s going on?”
“Nyx,” Dr. Mortez says, his voice tight and urgent. “It’s Jaxon. We need to talk.”
My stomach twists. “How bad is it, Doc?”
He hesitates, and that pause is enough to make my stomach drop.