Chapter 52
fifty-two
“JAX!”
My scream echoes as Jax shoves his fingers deep inside me.
He’s relentless.
Bracing one hand against my stomach to hold me down, he thrusts faster and harder, bending down to clamp his mouth on my clit as he stares up at me from between my legs.
Need builds, higher and higher, my orgasm teetering on the edge as I grind against his face until finally, it detonates, blasting through my body like a fucking tornado ravaging its way through a small town.
“Damn, I love it when your pretty cunt soaks my face.” My back arches, my entire body still trembling with aftershocks as Jax shifts. “Fuck, you look so hot coming apart for me,” he growls.
Chin and mouth shiny with my arousal, he flings my legs over his broad shoulders, giving me no time to recover before he buries himself deep inside me. I groan, my inner walls clenching around him as he fills me up.
“Hell yeah,” he hisses, circling his thumb over my swollen clit as he hammers into me. “Your cunt feels so fucking perfect squeezing my cock.”
My head thrashes from side to side as the floor beneath us bounces with each pounding thrust. The metal in his dick drags deliciously along my inner walls, hitting spots that make my vision blur.
“Yes, Jax! Yes!” I moan, digging my nails into his arms.
“You like that?” His voice is strained, sweat beading on his forehead as he increases his pace. “Like getting fucked where anyone could walk by and see what a dirty little slut you are for me?”
Those words send another rush of heat through me. “Yes,” I whimper.
His eyes darken as he leans forward, pushing my legs against my chest, nearly folding me in half. The new angle has him hitting even deeper, and I cry out as he bottoms out with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck me, I can feel you getting tighter,” he groans, dropping his head to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.
Our tongues clash, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he pounds into me. His grunts of pleasure vibrate into my mouth, muffled by our kiss. I’m getting close again, that familiar tension building low in my belly.
“Jax, I’m gonna—”
His voice rumbles against my lips. “You gonna come hard for me? You’re gonna squeeze my cock so hard aren’t you, baby? So hard you’re gonna make me come at the same time.”
Then he leans in, closes his mouth over one of my nipples and sucks hard.
The mix of pleasure and pain causes me to shatter instantly, body convulsing as my second orgasm rips through me. Pinpoints of light explode before my eyes as I cling to him, nails digging in as he comes with a guttural roar, following me over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, ffuuuck,” he chants, hips jerking erratically before half collapsing on top of me.
Both of us breathing hard, he rests on his forearms for a minute before rolling over and tucking me against his side. The floor shifts and bounces beneath us, making us laugh.
“Damn, that was fun.”
I giggle. “Let’s just say I’m never going to look at a bouncy house the same way ever again.”
“Same,” he chuckles, kissing the top of my head.
A phone buzzes from somewhere underneath our discarded clothing. Smiling lips turn into a puzzled frown as Jax shuffles around until he finds it.
“Shit,” he mutters, sitting up straight. All playfulness vanishes from his face as he reads the message. “It’s a text from Dylan.”
“What does it say?” I push myself up onto my elbows, blissfulness quickly replaced by a knot of dread.
“The burner phone is about an hour south of Lakeside.” His voice is tight as he scrambles to his feet, reaching for his clothes. “We need to go. Now. Get dressed. I’m gonna call Ryder.”
My heart hammers against my ribs as I reach for my underwear.
“Come on. Come on. Pick up,” he growls, tossing my leggings at me before shoving into his jeans.
I fumble to pull them on. The squishy floor is making it ten times harder to dress quickly. My hands are shaking so badly I barely manage to pull them up.
“Rye,” Jax barks into the phone. “Dylan just texted. They’re close.” He pauses, listening. “Yeah. We’re on our way.”
Tucking his phone into his back pocket, he tugs his T-shirt back on before he grabs my hand, practically dragging me toward the exit.
Our post-coital bliss has completely evaporated, replaced by a sense of urgency that makes my skin prickle with fear as we shove into our shoes and grab our bags.
“What did Ryder say?” I ask as we rush across the now-deserted fairgrounds.
“He’s alerting his brothers. After I asked him to call off your shadow earlier, he moved them to watch over your house.
Wanted to make sure we were covered there for when we got home.
” Jax’s grip on my hand tightens as we reach his truck.
“In light of this new development, he thinks we’ll be safer at his place rather than mine, and I agree.
There’s a good chance that’s the first place they’ll go. ”
The drive to Noia and Ryder’s cottage is tense, with Jax constantly checking his rearview mirror. Hands tight against the steering wheel, his jaw is ticking away.
“You think they know where I live?” I ask, barely managing to keep my voice steady.
“Not sure.” His eyes flick over to me briefly before refocusing on the road. “But we’re not taking any chances. My guess? If they are after you, they would’ve done their research.”
We turn off the main road onto a narrow gravel path that winds through thick trees. Noia’s cottage appears as we round a bend, nestled among towering pines with a small lake glimmering behind it in the moonlight. Under any other circumstances, I’d find it incredibly romantic.
Now? It just feels ominous.
The lights are on inside, casting a warm glow through the windows and onto the wrap-around porch. Ryder’s black Ford F-150 is parked out front, along with his motorcycle and Noia’s SUV.
Jax parks next to them, kills the engine and turns to me. “You okay?”
Not trusting my voice, I just nod as the reality of the situation sinks in—at the possibility Triple Six’s goons are actually coming for me.
“Hey.” He reaches over to cup my face. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. I won’t let it.”
The conviction in his voice helps calm my racing heart a bit. “I know.”
As we approach the front door, I can hear voices inside. Before we can knock, the door swings open, and Noia rushes out, pulling me into a fierce hug.
“Are you alright?” she asks, squeezing me tight.
“I’m fine,” I assure her. “Just a little shaken.”
When we step inside, something soft immediately brushes against my legs. I look down to see Noia’s calico cat, Goonie, weaving between my ankles, purring loudly.
“Hey there, sweet boy,” I murmur, bending to scratch behind his ears.
As Noia picks up Goonie and heads for the kitchen, I look over to see Ryder sitting at the kitchen island in front of a laptop.
Resting his hand protectively at the small of my back, Jax leads me across the room. “Any updates?”
Ryder shakes his head. “Nothing yet. But we’ve got three sets of eyes hangin’ out in the woods across from both your places, just in case.”
“I’ve made up the downstairs guest room for you two,” Noia says, squeezing my arm. “And there’s leftover dinner if you’re hungry.”
“Thanks.” I try to muster a smile and fail. “Maybe. How about a drink first?”
“You should eat something,” Jax murmurs in my ear. “It’s been a long day, and we might be in for an even longer night.”
Noia nods in agreement. “Come on. I’ll pour you a drink and make you a plate. I made chicken enchiladas.”
As I tag along behind her, I glance over at Jax. He’s already deep in conversation with Ryder, his expression tense as they look at the laptop screen. Whatever they’re planning, I hope it’s enough to keep us all safe.
Goonie jumps onto the counter to watch as Noia pulls a container out of the fridge. Despite my protests of not being hungry, my stomach growls.
Reaching into the cupboard, she pulls out a bottle of whiskey. “I think we could all use something strong right about now,” she says, grabbing four tumblers.
Pouring a generous amount in each, she slides them across the counter. The burn of the first sip instantly helps to settle my frayed nerves.
“Thanks,” I murmur, taking a seat as she puts the enchiladas in the microwave.
Jax moves to sit beside me and squeezes my thigh. The warmth of his touch is comforting, grounding. I lean into him and take another sip.
“Food will be ready in a minute,” Noia says, looking at me with concern. “You two look like you’ve had quite a day.”
Heat floods my cheeks. If she only knew what we’d been up to before Dylan’s text killed the mood.
The microwave beeps, and she divides the enchiladas onto two plates, setting them in front of Jax and me. The spicy aroma makes my stomach growl again.
Jax cuts into his enchilada and takes a bite, then pulls out his phone, glancing over at me.
“I’m going to call Dylan, see if he can link our security alerts together with Ryder’s laptop.
Even though we can see ours individually on our phones, it might be a good idea to have them linked just in case so we can all get an alert at the same time.
And, if anything goes down...” He exchanges a look with Ryder, who gives him a curt nod. “...then we can watch from here.”