2. Meet the Parents
CHAPTER TWO
Meet the Parents
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!”
With her face stuffed into the pillow and her ass high in the air, Deja clawed at the bed sheets as every muscle in her body tensed.
Keith was… deranged.
For just a moment, she had full control. To use his body as she saw fit. Demanding his stroke for her pleasure. For just a moment, he was tender, pliable, and obedient. Sane.
And just as she met her climax, like a switch, that sanity disappeared along with any self-restraint he possessed.
Keith had a mask kink. She didn’t know what concerned her more: that he carried it on him or how quickly he put it on. It was the moment she became too gentle, too tender, allowing him to feel vulnerable that the mask had made its way onto his face as he flipped her onto the bed.
Her thighs were on fire from trying not to collapse as his hips mercilessly slammed into her ass. “Goddamn hell, baby girl. What the fuck have you done to me…” His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers torturing her clit while his dick punished her pussy.
Deja heaved with exhaustion as Keith wrapped his hand around her throat from behind and pulled her back against his chest until her ass was in his lap. She caught their reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her hair looked crazy, but not as crazy as the mask on Keith’s face.
Her body jerked with each thrust as her thighs clenched around his unforgiving fingers. “You’ve been haunting me,” he muttered in her ear. “Whether I’m asleep or awake, you’re always fucking there. Begging for me to fuck you. To spread these big thighs and eat that beautiful pussy.”
His fingers stroked the curve of her neck. “...to love you with everything I have in m- Goddamn, how the fuck do you always manage to make me sound this fucking pathetic. Pussy so good, got me writing you a damn love song like this is Hallmark or some shit.”
Deja laughed before nearly collapsing as Keith bounced her on his lap, repeatedly hitting her spot. “Keith,” Deja said, trying to catch her breath. “I need… a break…”
Keith smirked as he palmed her core. “...and I need you to cum for me first, baby girl…”
Jax snapped his fingers. “I asked you a fucking question.”
The woman standing in front of him blinked, startled by Jax’s appearance, before she quickly snapped out of it.
“S-sorry, I… I’m Francesca. I’m a friend of…
Deja,” she said. Jax raised a skeptical brow, and Francesca chuckled nervously.
“Deja Louis? The scientist? We go way back, like… high school.”
Jax lowered his eyes. “...why are you here?”
Francesca swallowed hard. This man was far more intimidating in person than what she had seen on TV. “I um… I was heading home, and- and I thought I saw her.”
“So, you came… here?” Jax questioned.
She rubbed her arm anxiously. “Seems kinda silly when you say it like that,” she chuckled. “Is she um… Is she around?”
Jax stared at her silently before speaking. “...I think you should leave,” he said curtly. Just as those words left his lips, Deja’s moans rang from the bedroom as she cried out in ecstasy.
Francesca furrowed her brows. “Was that… her-”
But Jax stepped forward, causing her to take several steps back. “…you should leave… now,” he said firmly.
She hesitated and glanced to the side. Jax caught her eye movement and reached around the doorframe before he grabbed a head and violently smashed it into the wall. Francesca screamed as Jax smashed the head into the wall again before the body collapsed to the floor.
“Please, wait! Please don’t hurt him!” Francesca begged.
Stepping fully outside of the suite, Jax looked down to see a man with a camera around his neck crumpled on the ground.
Francesca crouched down to help him, and the man winced as he touched his bleeding nose.
“Are you okay?” she asked him, trying to find a tissue.
Holding his nose, the man nodded when he looked up and panicked.
Francesca looked up to see Jax flipping a hammer. “W-wait! Wait!” she panicked.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Jax demanded.
“I-I told you! I-I’m, I’m a friend of Deja!” she said.
“Who the fuck is he?” Jax snapped.
“He’s my partner! I m-mean my… my c-camera guy!” she panicked.
Jax cocked his head. “...are you a reporter?”
Francesca’s eyes widened. “I just- I just wanted 5 minutes with her-”
“Leave,” Jax ordered.
“P-please,” she begged. “We came all this-”
“Leave!” Jax growled.
Jumping startled, Francesca grabbed her partner and helped him to his feet. She looked at Jax anxiously as his dark presence loomed over them. Was this really the same business mogul who was mourned in the news?
She climbed to her feet and scurried down the hall with her partner when the elevator opened, and two men walked out. She swallowed hard. She immediately recognized Ian Donovan. The other she had never seen before.
“Can I help you?” Ian asked.
“U-um, n-no, sir. Th-thank you,” she said, trying to sidestep him.
But Ian blocked her path and tilted his head curiously. “You look rather familiar.”
“I doubt that. I’m not from around here,” she chuckled nervously.
“What happened to your friend?” Caleb asked, nodding to her bleeding partner.
“Him? He um… fell! He fell and broke his nose,” she said, pulling him along. “I need to take him home to clean him up. Nice meeting you.”
But Caleb stepped in front of her partner and raised a brow. “...wouldn’t you just clean him up in your hotel room? Why else would you be here?”
Francesca opened her mouth to speak, but she was frozen with fear. Something about the look in this man’s eyes terrified her. They were cold. Distant. Remorseless.
Caleb suddenly shrugged. “Not really any of my business. Anyway, good luck with that.”
She blinked anxiously before nodding and rushing into the elevator. Standing in the lift, she watched the two men approach the same suite she had just visited, and her mouth dropped. The door opened, and Jax stepped outside. She saw them talk briefly before all three of them looked to the elevator.
Her stomach dropped to her butt. She rapidly pressed the ‘Door Close’ button as she saw a hammer slide down Jax’s hand.
Deja hummed into the pillow. With eyes closed, a content smile painted her face as she felt Keith’s lips peppering her ass with kisses.
Grabbing both cheeks in his palms, he squeezed hard before pulling them apart and smothering his face with her backside.
He’d spread her cheeks and tease her ass with his tongue ring.
“Fuuuuck…” he groaned, biting her cheek. “I’m obsessed with your ass, baby girl. I’m gonna build a shrine to it so I can worship it.”
Deja laughed into her pillow. “You’re ridiculous. I’ve completely lost my shape after having Chloe.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, baby? You’re built like a goddess! These hips. That stomach. These thighs. This ass!”
Deja snorted. “Keith-”
“I wanna eat this ass so badly…” he groaned, licking her skin. “Stick my tongue in it and make you cum- Fuck, I love these marks on your skin,” he said, rolling his tongue over her stretch marks. “God, I wanna fuck this ass so bad-”
“Can I rest, please?!” she blurted as Keith cackled.
Standing from the bed, Keith slapped her ass and watched it jiggle. “I need you naked like this all the time. Just never wear clothes again.”
“That’s not happening,” she muttered into the pillow.
Keith playfully slapped her ass like he was playing the drums. “An ass this fine shouldn’t be hidden. An ass this fine needs to be bitten. Oooh, baby, baby, you’ve made an ass man out of meee,” he sang.
“Keith!” Deja cackled. “What are you- Would you stop slapping my ass!”
“Her ass it jiggle jiggles-” Keith continued singing.
Ian paused outside the closed bedroom door when he heard laughter coming from inside. He glanced at Jax. “You know he has that effect on her…” Jax smirked.
Ian rolled his eyes before grabbing the door handle and stepping inside. He froze the moment his eyes landed on Deja’s naked, dark brown body, lost among the white sheets. Her laughing ceased as her gaze met his.
“You seem… happy…” Ian said, biting back his jealousy.
“'Cause I just punished the fuck out of that pussy,” Keith grinned, teasingly pulling the sheets from between her legs.
“Stop! Keith!” Deja laughed, pulling the sheet back.
Keith snickered when he caught his brother’s uncomfortable glare. “Uh oh. Someone’s jealous.”
“I am not-” Ian stopped himself from snapping and cleared his throat. “I’d like a minute with Deja.”
Rolling his eyes with a grin, Keith leaned over Deja and sensually flicked his tongue over her lips before he finally pulled back. Tossing his shirt over his shoulder, he smirked at his brother before walking out of the room.
“How was your flight?” Deja asked quietly, catching his attention. Ian’s eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the annoying sheets blocking him from what he craved.
“...harrowing…”
“That bad, huh?” she said, watching him approach the bed.
Ian grabbed the edge of the sheets, hanging off the bed. “I endured the presence of my insufferable cousin so… yes…”
Deja watched him slowly tug at the sheets. “Well, you’re here now… so…” she trailed off.
Ian’s eyes lifted to meet her gaze. “...and apparently, I missed out…”
Deja snorted. “They tag-teamed me.”
“Did they…?” Ian asked, pulling the sheets. “How did they do it?”
She stared at Ian as he knelt on one knee on the bed. “Did Keith slide your panties off? No, he must have ripped them off like the barbarian he is,” Ian mused. She breathed heavily as the sheet tickled her skin, sliding from between her legs and exposing her body.
Ian’s pupils dilated as he stared at her pussy. “You’re still wet…” he said breathlessly. With a shake of his head, he looked at her and smiled charmingly. “...it must have been good…”
His gaze reeked of jealous desire. His voice thickened with unbridled lust. “You seem… upset,” Deja noted.