24. Gray
Gray
Imay have made a major mistake. My intention in bringing Jax here was to get my mother off my back. What I appear to have done is add another sister to my already enormous family. My siblings are all fawning over her as if she’s the most interesting person they’ve ever met.
They’re not wrong.
Jax told me she was bad at small talk, which I now realize was a total lie. She’s asked them all a continuous but polite stream of questions, getting information from Lola about the wedding that even I didn’t know.
Carrie keeps looking at me meaningfully, and Erica appears to have found her new best friend.
Goddamn it. What have I done?
The one person who has barely spoken throughout the meal is my mother. That isn’t a good sign.
I thought maybe she’d warm to Jax with the whole windchime thing, but I know Donna Jones. She’s biding her time, choosing her moment.
She doesn’t like Jax. That much is obvious.
And why is that pissing me off so much? It shouldn’t matter what my mother thinks; it’s not like we’re actually dating.
“So what is it you do, Jax?” Maddy asks, and I stiffen, not having thought through that they might ask her that. If she tells them she’s my EA, we are cooked. My mother is going to have a field day with that one.
“I manage a nightclub,” she answers immediately.
I’m sorry… what?
“Oh, really? Which one?”
“Jensons?” she says with obvious pride in her voice. I’ve heard of it. It’s got a good thing going, but it’s pretty small compared to some of mine.
Jax manages it? Since when?
“That’s so cool, do you own it?” Maddy asks.
Jax shakes her head, placing her water glass gently back on the table.
“No, my older brother, Flynn, owns it. My twin brother Scott and I manage it together.”
“Wow,” Erica pipes up, looking at me. “It sounds like Jax has almost as many siblings as you. I don’t hear her complaining about them half as much as you moan about us.”
“I have four brothers,” Jax admits. “So I kind of get how annoying he must find all of you.”
There are peals of laughter around the table, and she smirks at me.
“And where do you live?” my mother chimes in.
“Irving, in Brooklyn?” Jax says, and there’s a hint of challenge in her voice. And no wonder, I wouldn’t even drive through that part of town.
My mother’s lips thin, and she looks at me questioningly before Carrie jumps in to break the tension.
“And what do your other brothers do?” she asks.
Jax hesitates, cutting into her chicken with a little more vigor than before.
“Uh, well, they’re kind of between work right now, but they’ve been doing odd jobs all their lives.”
“And what about your mother and father?” my mother asks. “What do they do?”
Jax meets her gaze before she speaks. It feels very deliberate, and I glance over at her, feeling a weight hit my stomach when I see the challenge in her eyes.
“My mom’s dead. And… my dad’s in prison.”
Everyone goes silent. I close my eyes. Why the fuck didn’t she lie about that?
“Sorry, I know it’s an awkward topic,” Jax continues blithely. “But I believe honesty is the best policy. My dad was a bad person, and he’s doing time for it. My mom was wonderful, but she died of cancer when I was nineteen.”
The same age I was when dad died.
“Me and my brothers have worked hard to get our business off the ground,” Jax continues.
“And we’ve all but erased my dad’s dirty legacy.
Who he was doesn’t define us, but it got me to where I am today.
I’m not ashamed of other people’s mistakes or owning up to my past. It is what it is, and I can’t change it. ”
“Here, here,” Maddy says and nods at Jax approvingly as Lola beams at me like I’ve hit the jackpot.
“You know,” Lola pipes up. “You should come to my bachelorette party next weekend, Jax. I’d love to have you there.”
Jax nods at Lola, glancing at me uncertainly. I can tell she’s only agreeing because she thinks she won’t actually have to go. She doesn’t know my sister or how tenacious she can be. Even if Jax and I ‘broke up’ tomorrow, Lola would still want her to attend.
A funny feeling starts to pulse in my gut as the meal continues, and I see the little glances between my sisters. I can tell they all approve of Jax, and I’m not sure why that surprises me so much.
My mother remains stoically silent, barely eating anything and saying almost nothing.
Her disapproval is palpable, but I’m far more worried about my own feelings.
I can’t help imagining what this would be like if Jax were meeting them for real.
What if this honest-to-a-fault, uncompromising, infuriating woman was actually someone I could potentially be with?
But I know it’s impossible. She would never agree to it, and it would be crazy for me to even try. Still, for the rest of the meal, I struggle to get her words out of my head.
“I’m not ashamed of owning up to my past...”
Maybe I should take a page out of Jax’s book on that one.
As dessert wraps up and I help my mother clear the table, I make sure she has no opportunity to get me alone. I can tell she doesn’t think Jax is good enough for this family, and I have no interest in entertaining her opinions.
As my sisters start talking about going to the living room to play a game, I linger outside the kitchen waiting for Jax to come out of the bathroom.
Either we escape now, or we’ll be dragged into an endless game of Uno, and I can’t stand how competitive my sisters get.
Jax emerges a few minutes later, the sequined lining of the skirt glittering as she closes the door.
She looks gorgeous, but nothing like herself.
I don’t know how she’s managed to get her hair tied up the way it is today.
It’s braided intricately around the back of her head, but I much prefer the long, sexy ponytail she usually wears.
I have pictured holding onto it while I fuck her more times than I want to admit, and with that thought, I take her hand and silently lead her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” she hisses. “Aren’t we going into the main room with your sisters?”
“They won’t miss us for a little while.”
“Mr. Jones—”
I set my jaw. “Don’t think I won’t spank you in this house,” I say, looking back at her with a warning glare.
“Gray,” she concedes, “we have to go down and be with your family.”
“Trust me. They know I hate Uno. We’ll go down after.”
“After what?”
I pull her into the bedroom that I always use if I stay over, turning the key in the lock, knowing Carrie’s propensity for walking in on us uninvited, and push Jax up against the wall.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she says, but those huge, beautiful eyes betray her, the pupils widening with lust.
“I want to fuck you, in my room, above my mother’s head, knowing she doesn’t approve of you,” I murmur against her lips.
“She’s not subtle, is she?” Jax says as I push up her skirt. She starts to pull it down instantly. “Gray, you are insane. This is not the time to be—”
“It is,” I insist. “I don’t need her to approve of you. We both know it doesn’t matter, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve been waiting too long as it is.”
“Fuuuuck,” she says as I push my fingers between her legs.
“Open that prissy blouse,” I say, kissing her neck. “I want to watch your tits bouncing while you’re balanced on my dick.”
Despite the glare she shoots my way, my heart leaps when she slowly starts to unbutton it, her breath coming fast and uneven.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes as her lace bra comes into view. I haven’t even seen her fully naked yet, and I smile when I notice that the bra has a front fastening.
She gasps as I unclasp it, and it springs free as I suck her nipple into my mouth, groaning around it.
“Shut up,” she whispers. “I swear I will kill you for this.”
But even as she protests, she helps me to push her panties out of the way, and soon her skirt hits the floor too. She kicks off the flats with great relish, and I laugh as I capture her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue inside and groaning as I press her into the wall.
God, the way she submits to me is intoxicating.
I drop to my knees, licking at her inner thighs as she shudders above me.
“This angle is no good. Get on the bed,” I say, and I think she’ll protest again, but then she moves to the bed, lying down without a word.
I follow her, dropping to my knees and pushing her legs apart, eating her out with ruthless efficiency, knowing we don’t have long until my mother wonders where the hell we are.
She’s doing her best to stay quiet, but I can hear the hitch in her breathing as her fingers move to my head, burying her fingers in my hair as she tugs me forward.
“Oh my god, just fuck me already.”
My whole body lights up at those words, and I stand, stripping off my clothes, more than happy to be fully naked when I see her looking at me hungrily.
As I tug off my pants, I take out the dollar bills I brought for the occasion. It’s something I planned to give her as a bonus. The ten grand she asked for is in the trunk of my car, ready for her to take home.
I hold up the money and see her eyes widen at the sight of it, just like they did in my office.
“I’m going to fuck you and come inside you, just like you want me to, and then you’re going to sit at tea with my mom while it slowly spills out of you.”
I loosen the clip and scatter the money over her, and the low groan that erupts from her throat is all I need. The act turns her on just as much as it does me. She collapses back on the bed as I pull her hips down toward me, pushing her legs apart and lining my cock up with her entrance.
“Look at me, Jacqueline.”
“What’s my name?” she whispers, fire in her eyes now.
“Jax,” I say. “Watch my cock slide into you.”
Her eyes move to my cock. They roll back as I start to enter her, and I grip her legs more tightly.
“This needs to be hard and fast. You up for it?” I ask.
“Just get inside me,” she grunts, and her words are like a red rag to a bull.
I shove my dick all the way into her body, clamping my hand over her mouth as she writhes beneath me, a low cry falling free as I start to pound my hips into her.
It’s just as I said, fast and hard as hell, and she clings to me, her fingers moving over my shoulders and into my hair as she digs her nails into my back.
“Ah, fuck!” I breathe out, “I’m not gonna fucking last, it feels too good.” I’m worried I can hear footsteps on the stairs, but I’m too far gone to care.
My cock thrusts deep inside her with every push of my hips as she’s panting, making little cries of pleasure as my hand moves down to rub her clit.
“I want to feel you lose it all over my cock.”
She goes still, her hair coming loose as she lets out a long pleasure-drunk sigh, and I feel the walls around my cock tighten as she comes.
I give one last brutal thrust, and then I’m coming, too, filling her up as I’ve fantasized about so many times. We collapse onto the bed, breathing hard, and I stare at the far wall, my heart hammering for too many reasons to count.
That was fantastic.
I always thought that when I finally had her, that would be it, and I’d be able to call Sterling House and book another EA. That was the whole point of an escort, so nobody would get attached.
I remind myself that she’s only here because I’m paying her to be. But then I remember how tightly she clung to me, the desperation in her kiss, and the way her whole body melted against mine.
Was that really just an act?
What we just shared wasn’t enough for me. I’m not sure if it’ll ever be enough.