Chapter 15
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“Goddamn it, Jax! Let me go,” I whisper-hiss, trying to wrench my arm free. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Brex stands up, looking concerned. “Hey! There a problem?”
“No problem,” Jax growls. He doesn’t even look at Brex, just keeps glaring at me. “Just need to borrow this one for a minute.”
This one? What the fuck?
Next thing I know, he’s dragging me through the crowd and down the hallway toward the restrooms.
“Jax, I swear to God—”
Pushing open a familiar door marked Exit Only, he pulls me outside and into the alley. The door slams shut behind us, and suddenly we’re all alone.
“What is your problem?” I yank my arm free and step back, putting some distance between us. “You can’t just manhandle me like that!”
“My problem?” He steps into me, prowling me until my back hits brick. This is starting to feel awfully familiar. “My problem is having to sit by and watch while you throw yourself at every Tom, Dick and Harry in the bar!”
My laugh is incredulous. “Excuse me? I was just having a conversation. And even if I was throwing myself at every guy in there, it’s none of your damn business!”
“Like hell it isn’t.” His voice is low, dangerous. “Brex likes to stick his dick in anyone he can get his hands on.”
“Pot, kettle, much?” I huff, folding my arms across my chest in defense. “We’re not together, Jax. Just because we had sex once—which was months ago, by the way—doesn’t give you the right to—”
His mouth crashes down on mine. For a split second, I’m too shocked to respond. Then my body takes over, and I’m kissing him back, hands fisting his shirt.
Hot and demanding, his tongue slides against mine. A moan escapes my throat as he presses me harder against the brick, which is just as unforgiving as Jax’s mouth. One hand tangles in my hair while the other grips my hip, fingers digging in so possessively, they’ll probably leave a mark.
When we finally break apart, we’re both panting into each other’s mouths.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he challenges, resting his forehead against mine. “Tell me you don’t think about me as much as I think about you.”
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “It doesn’t matter what I want. This—” I take a deep breath in, its release coming out as a stutter. “—is still a bad idea.”
He traces his thumb across my lower lip, making me shiver. “I want you, Sasha. From the first moment I saw you. And I think you want me too, no matter how hard you try to deny it.”
God help me, he’s right. But fuck if I’m going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I have the same war as he does raging inside.
“It was one night,” I insist, pushing against his chest, making him take a step back. “That’s all it was ever supposed to be.”
His eyes search mine. “Fine,” he grunts. “Come on. You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.”
I don’t argue, mostly because my head’s still spinning from the way he kissed me like he owns the fucking air I breathe. My pulse is still jackhammering as he takes my elbow and steers me toward his truck.
Knowing this is a terrible idea, I climb into the passenger seat, slamming the door harder than necessary because… I don’t know. Emotions? Hormones? Jax being all alpha-sexy and shit?
The drive home is tense. I watch his forearms flex as he twists his hands around the steering wheel, trying not to clench my thighs together in response.
Just as we pull to a stop in his driveway, my phone pings.
NOIA
Where the hell did you disappear to??
NOIA
Are you with Jax!???
I’m okay. He drove me home.
NOIA
Shaking my head, I snort out a laugh.
“Everything okay?” Jax asks, voice low as he shifts into park, shutting off the engine.
“Fine,” I say a little too quickly, shoving my phone between my thighs.
His eyes drop to my lap, then lift slowly, deliberately, back up to mine. “You sure?” he murmurs. “It’s not your ex, is it?”
Damn him. His voice always sounds like smoke wrapped in sin when he lowers his voice like that.
“No. Just Noia checking in.”
Desperate to escape before I do something catastrophically stupid—like climb into his lap—I grab the door handle.
A hand lands on my thigh. “Wait.”
Pulse tripping over itself, I turn my head to look at him.
Jax shifts in his seat, his eyes, dark and hungry, pinning me in place.
His tone is calm, confident and edged with heat.
“I’m not asking for a relationship,” he says, thumb brushing back and forth along my thigh as if he’s testing how far he can go before I make my escape.
“Nor do I expect you to turn your life upside down for me. But… If you want sex without rules and all the bullshit…”
Reaching over, his fingers curl around my phone, tugging it out from between my thighs. “…then I can give you that.”
“Hey!” I try to snatch it back, but he holds it out of reach.
“All I’m offering is friends-with-benefits,” he says softly. “No strings. No expectations. Just you and me, helping each other take the edge off before we both go insane.”
My pulse thunders in my ears.
“And, Sasha…?” Jax adds, leaning in close enough so his lips brush my cheek. “I’m not the villain in this scenario.” I can actually feel his mouth as it curves into a slow, wicked smile against my ear. “But I can sure as hell fuck you like one.”
My thighs clench on instinct, and his smile widens.
Finally, he lets me yank my phone out of his hand. I’m barely holding myself together at this point. “I need to—think about it.”
“Okay,” he murmurs, sitting back all smug and relaxed.
Jerk. The bastard is acting like he’s already won.
Opening the car door, I climb out on shaky legs. His gaze is patient and possessive as he gets out and waits for me to walk across the yard towards home.
When I reach my front door, I turn to see he’s still watching me with a lethal smirk.
“Night, beautiful,” he calls out softly.
“Night.”
Fumbling with the key, I finally get it unlocked. I step inside, slam the door behind me, collapsing against it with a groan. “Fuck.”
Jax Riley is going to ruin me.
And the fucked up parts of me?
Really, really want him to.
After a quick shower, I change into a tank top and shorts, still mulling over Jax’s proposition. Sure, the idea of casual sex is tempting. But it’s also terrifying. Can I handle a friends-with-benefits arrangement with him and not catch feelings?
Flopping onto my bed with a groan, I bury my face in my pillow. My body is still humming with tension from the way he kissed me. A shudder rolls through me just thinking about it.
When I roll over, I see a light on in the room next door.
Curiosity piqued, I sit up. Holy shit. I can actually see directly into Jax’s bedroom from my window. Our rooms are perfectly aligned, something that didn’t fully register until now.
I know I should close my curtains, but curiosity keeps me waiting with bated breath.
Finally, Jax comes into view. He’s on his phone, pacing slowly in front of his window. When he turns and looks up, our eyes lock. Even from here, I can feel the intensity of his gaze.
Keeping his eyes on me, he says something into his phone, hangs up and tosses the device onto his bed.
My thighs clench together as a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. He tilts his head, studying me as heat slowly crawls up my neck.
I should look away. I should definitely look away.
I suck a breath when he reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt, mouth watering as he tosses it aside.
Shadows play across his skin in the dim light, defining every dip and curve of muscle.
Eyes on me, Jax slides his hands to the button of his jeans, popping them open before slowly lowering the zipper. My heart hammers against my ribs until he’s standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
Holy fuck. He’s hard. So hard. The outline of his cock strains against the dark cotton, and my core clenches with the memory of how big he felt inside me all those months ago.
I can’t move, can’t tear my eyes away as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband.
Then a crazy idea hits me: Two can play.
Reaching for the hem of my tank top, I pull it over my head and toss it onto the floor. His eyes darken as they travel over my lace-covered breasts.
Then, rising from where I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, I shimmy out of my shorts, revealing a matching pair of panties.
Jax’s lips part, and he slides a hand into his boxers, wrapping it around his cock. His forearm porn is straight up sinful as he works his dick, eyes never leaving mine.
Transfixed, all I can do is watch as he pushes his boxers down just enough so I can see all of him as he fists himself. When he does, a glint of something shiny catches my eye, but I can’t be too sure of what I’m actually seeing.
Is that...? Holy shit. Is his dick pierced?
My attention is torn between the rhythmic movement of his hand working his shaft and the intensity in his eyes as he watches me watch him.
The raw hunger in his gaze makes me feel vulnerable and powerful all at once.
My nipples harden against the lace of my bra, a rush of arousal soaking my panties.
His lips curve into that devastatingly sexy smirk, and he mouths something I can’t quite make out.
I shake my head in confusion.
He nods and then, using his free hand, reaches for his phone. A faint smile plays on his lips as he glances up, dark eyes burning with desire as he dials, still fisting his cock.
I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone rings. Heart pounding, I scramble to answer and put it on speaker.
His voice comes through as a soft growl. “Lose the bra.”
The command sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, and it makes me hesitate.
“You accepted this game the second you took your top off, sweet cheeks,” he reminds me, voice raspy with desire. “Now... Take. Off. Your. Bra. I want to see you.”
Hands trembling, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms before tossing it aside.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He continues to stroke his cock, picking up the pace. The piercing—which I can definitely see now—glints in the light.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
Cupping my breast, I roll a nipple between my fingers, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Mmm. That’s it, gorgeous,” he encourages. “Now the other one.”
Adhering to his instructions, I palm my other breast, pinching harder this time.
“God, I wish that was my mouth on you right now,” he says, his voice hoarse and strained. “I’d suck those perfect tits even after you begged me to stop.”
Body on fire, my breath comes in short gasps. I can see the muscles in his lower abs tensing with each stroke of his fist, accentuating the tapered V-lines indented there.
Jeez, Louise. Those bad boys should come with a flashing neon sign with a down arrow above them that reads:
“Take off your panties and sit on the bed,” he orders. “I want to see all of you.”
I slip my panties off and sit. Leaning back a little, I prop myself up on my hands so I can still see him.
“Spread your legs,” he growls.
With no hesitation, my thighs fall open.
“Now, touch yourself,” he demands. “Slide your fingers through that pretty pussy and tell me how wet you are.”
My hand drifts down my stomach until I reach the slick heat between my thighs. “I’m soaked,” I pant, circling my clit with two fingers.
“Fucking hell, I can actually see it from here.” His voice is tight, controlled. “Is all that sweetness just for me?”
“Yes,” I admit, unable to deny it another second.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Put two fingers inside that pretty cunt and imagine it’s my cock filling you up.”
I slide two fingers deep, arching my back at how amazing it feels. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch as Jax works his cock harder, faster.
“Is that the piercing you told me about?” I pant. “When did you get it?”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating deliciously through the phone. “Not long after our first night together.”
The thought of having his pierced cock inside me has me moaning louder and my fingers moving faster.
“You’re letting me see it. So I guess I’ve earned it, huh?”
He groans. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, his breathing ragged. “My pierced cock stretching you wide? Making it so you can feel it with every thrust?”
“Yes,” I moan, grinding down on my fingers. “God, yes.”
“You’ll love how it feels pounding inside you,” he grunts, moving his hand even faster. “The metal will slide against your G-spot... making you come so hard you’ll scream my name like the good little slut you are.”
His dirty praise ignites something primal inside me I didn’t know I had, which immediately has me teetering on the edge. My thighs tremble as I curl my fingers to hit that exact spot. “Jax...”
“That’s it, baby. Say my name. I want to hear you come for me.”
My orgasm is building quickly, tension coiling tight in my belly. I can’t take my eyes off him—the way his muscles flex with each stroke, the glint of metal as his hand slides over his cock, the intensity in his gaze as he watches me pleasure myself.
“You ready to come for me, beautiful?”
I fall, crying out his name, back arching as waves of pleasure crash through me. Through the haze, I hear Jax’s deep groan, and I look up just in time to see his cum spurting from his fist onto his stomach.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, breathing hard.
Then, still holding his messy cock, he tilts his head again with a smirk, steps up to the window, and closes the curtains.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
Before I can respond, he hangs up.
Flopping back on my bed, I press my hands to my face and groan. What the hell did I just do? This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And yet here I am, getting tangled up with him again, still tingling from an orgasm he talked me into without even putting his hands on me.
If this is just a taste of what friends-with-benefits is going to be like with Jax? Then I sure as hell can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.