Chapter 6
LARK
S tacks of tech checklists and event rosters covered the table, columns of names and numbers I’d been double-checking for the past hour. I told myself I was proud of how quickly I’d settled into the work and how I was already pulling my weight for the team.
But it was a lie. I wasn’t focused at all.
Every few minutes, my mind drifted back to last night. To Jaxton.
The kiss I shouldn’t have wanted. The way his hand had wrapped around the back of my neck, dragging me close like I belonged there. My lips still tingled when I let myself think about it too long, and my chest tightened with the memory of how hungry he’d been for my mouth.
I never expected my first real kiss to be so intense. Or forbidden. Getting close to someone meant I either had to lie…or break every WITSEC rule and spill my secrets.
Shaking my head, I pressed my palms against the conference room table as though it would erase the thoughts circling in my mind.
I didn’t know Jaxton. Didn’t trust him. Couldn’t afford to when my life was literally on the line.
And yet…
I blew out a shaky breath and picked up my pen again, scanning the next line on the roster. If I just focused enough, I could push him out of my head. I had to.
Then the door opened.
I looked up, ready to greet whoever had walked in, but the words died in my throat.
Jaxton filled the doorway, silent and still, the air in the room shifting under the pressure of his stare. My pulse spiked, and my tongue swept out to wet my lips. His gaze locked on my mouth, and a muscle jumped in his jaw.
“Do you need something?” My voice wavered, betraying the steadiness I tried to fake.
He pushed off the doorframe without answering. Each step was slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in. My pen slipped from my fingers and clattered to the table, loud in the quiet room.
“Jaxton?” I whispered.
Still nothing.
He reached me in two strides, his hand wrapping around my wrist with a grip that wasn’t painful but made it clear resistance wouldn’t matter. The heat of his skin branded mine as he tugged me to my feet.
“What are you—” The question cut off when his eyes dropped to my mouth again. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as he turned and pulled me toward the door.
“Jaxton, wait. I have work to?—”
My protest died when his head tipped just enough for me to catch the determination in his steely gaze. Whatever he wanted, there was no stopping him.
He didn’t loosen his hold, not until we were down the hall, and he shouldered open another door. The room was an unused office with a long table shoved against the wall. He hauled me inside, shut the door with a decisive click, locked it behind us, and finally released me.
My pulse was so loud in my ears that it drowned out my own thoughts. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath. “You can’t just drag me?—”
“I know.”
I froze, my throat dry. “Know what?”
His eyes locked on mine, sharp and unrelenting. “Everything.”
That one word was all it took for my breath to catch.
“I know why your file was too clean. Why every line was perfect. Why nothing fit right unless you knew where to look.”
My pulse thudded in my throat. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” His tone was absolute, cutting off any denial before it left my lips. “You’re in WITSEC.”
My stomach dropped, and the room tilted. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table behind me like it could anchor me. “You can’t?—”
“Already did, baby.” He closed the distance between us in a single stride, crowding me back until the hard edge of the table bit into my hips. His hand came up, palm flat against the surface behind me, caging me in. The other gripped my hip.
My body shivered softly even while my mind screamed to push him away.
“You shouldn’t know that,” I whispered.
“But I do. And I don’t give a fuck what the marshals say.” His jaw flexed hard, teeth gritted. “No one is taking you from me.”
His claim should’ve scared me, but it made my heart race for a reason that was the complete opposite of fear. One that made no sense. “You don’t even?—”
“Don’t tell me I don’t know you.” His voice sharpened. “I’ve been in your head since the second I saw your file. You think you’ve been careful, but I see through every word you don’t say. Every lie you tell to keep yourself breathing.”
Heat burned behind my eyes, fear and longing tangled together. “So what, you think just because you kissed me, you get to decide what happens to me?”
“You kissed me back, baby.” He smirked. “And now you’re mine.”
Before I could reply, his palm slid up my spine and curled around the back of my neck again, rough and sure. Then he hauled me against him, his mouth crashing down on mine.
The kiss wasn’t like last night’s. This one was more like a brand pressed to my lips. His teeth scraped, his tongue claimed, and his body pressed so hard against mine, I could barely breathe.
I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound. Instead of pushing him away, my fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt and dragged him closer. The solid line of his thigh pushed between mine, and my body reacted before my mind caught up—arching, seeking, desperate for more.
“Jaxton—” I broke off on a moan as his mouth traced my jaw, his stubble burning a path to my ear.
“You’re mine,” he rasped against my skin. “Don’t care what name you use or what story you tell. They can come at me with badges, bullets, whatever the fuck they want. You’re not leaving me.”
Possession vibrated in every syllable, and instead of terrifying me, it unraveled something I hadn’t realized was wound so tight. He already knew everything and wanted me anyway.
And there was no hiding from how much I wanted him right back.
His mouth crashed back onto mine before I could find my next breath. Rougher this time. Hungrier. The sound that tore out of me was muffled against his lips, my body bowing into his as though I hadn’t spent the past two years teaching myself how to hold back.
His grip on me changed, and I gasped when he pushed me back, my hips catching the edge of the table. He lifted me effortlessly and set me on top, my knees parting instinctively. He stepped into the space without hesitation.
“Jaxton—” My protest died when his mouth found mine again, swallowing every sound. His kiss was a command, and I obeyed before I even realized it, fingers clawing into his shirt, trying to anchor myself against the storm he built inside me.
The scrape of his stubble burned down my throat as he trailed lower, nibbling, before his mouth closed over the frantic beat of my pulse. My hands shook when I knocked his hat loose and dragged them through his hair.
“Jaxton,” I breathed again, softer this time, already desperate.
His answer was a growl against my skin. “Mine.”
I’d never experienced anything like this before, but that didn’t stop me from pressing closer. From wanting more as the chemistry between us exploded.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he growled. “Can’t keep my hands off you now that I’ve got you close.”
Knowing my secrets weren’t hidden from him must’ve emboldened me because I pressed his palm deeper against my hip and panted, “Then don’t.”
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he rasped, eyes burning down into mine.
“Yes, I do,” I whispered, breathless with desire. “I’m asking for you, Jaxton.”
Heat flared in his gray eyes, then his hands were on my thighs, shoving my skirt higher, dragging me forward until the hard ridge of his jeans pressed right against my core. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped free, or the way my hips rolled against him, begging without words.
The sound he made in response was lethal—like I’d snapped his last bit of control.
His mouth claimed mine again, rough and relentless.
My pulse roared in my ears as his hand slid between us, yanking at the thin barrier of my underwear.
The snap of fabric breaking filled the room, and then his fingers were on me, sliding hard and sure through the slick heat that betrayed just how undone I already was.
“You’re drenched for me, baby.”
Without feeling an ounce of embarrassment, I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging in. “Please?—”
For a heartbeat, the silence stretched. His gaze pinned me, as though he was searching for something in my expression. He must have found what he was looking for because he dropped to his knees in front of me, hiking my skirt even higher. “Gotta make sure you’re ready to take me.”
His hands ran up my inner thighs, nudging them wider. My bare, glistening pussy was exposed as he dipped a finger through my folds, covering it with my wetness before he circled my clit gently. I moaned, my body squirming under his touch, my hands reaching to grip his hair, anchoring myself.
“So fucking beautiful, and all mine.” He lowered his head, his breath hot against my inner thigh, and I gasped as his lips brushed the sensitive skin, kissing a slow, deliberate path toward my core.
When his tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of my folds, my hips buckled instinctively. “Jaxton, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he growled, his hands tightening on my thighs to hold me in place.
His tongue swept up my center, slow and teasing at first, then bolder, lapping at my slick heat.
I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure sparked through me.
He focused on my clit, circling it with deliberate strokes, then sucking gently, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
My other hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging into the leather of his vest, the texture grounding me as my body arched into him.
“Jaxton, I’m so close.” My voice broke as the tension coiled tighter, overwhelming me.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt through my core, and he worked me harder, his tongue relentless, nibbling and sucking until I couldn’t hold back. My hands clutched his hair and shoulder, my body trembling as the orgasm crashed over me.
“Jaxton!” I screamed, my pussy pulsing under his mouth, waves of pleasure consuming me as he lapped at me, drawing out every shudder.
His eyes met mine, filled with need, as he ate me through my release. When I stopped shuddering, he lifted his head. “Fucking perfect, baby. Gonna need a lot more of that, but later. Now I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while you come.”
Maybe if my mind hadn’t been in a sensual daze from my release, I would’ve thought to tell him that I was a virgin. But I was too lost in the moment when he shoved his jeans down just enough, fisting his thick length as he lined the head up with my entrance.
His mouth claimed mine in another deep kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips. I didn’t have the chance to tense up before he thrust inside me with one powerful stroke.
I cried out, the sound strangled, as my body stretched around him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He ripped his mouth from mine and stilled, his gray eyes searching my face. “Forget to tell me something, baby?”
“Um, yeah…I’m a virgin.”
His forehead pressed against mine, jaw tight and breath ragged. “Wrong, you were one, but now you’re mine.”
I gave a broken sob of pleasure as he drove into me again, harder this time. Each thrust rattled the table beneath me, the slap of skin against skin loud in the small office. I clung to him, every nerve ending consumed by the searing brand of him inside me.
His mouth claimed mine again, stealing my breath, swallowing every moan, every plea, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
It didn’t take long. The pressure built fast, overwhelming, my body gripping him tighter with every thrust. His hand slid up to fist in my hair, tugging my head back so he could see me fall apart for him.
“Jaxton—” I gasped his name, and that was it. Pleasure tore through me like lightning, blinding and hot, and I broke against him with a cry.
He followed a heartbeat later, hips grinding deep as he emptied himself inside me with a guttural growl. His arms locked around me, holding me against him while his body shuddered, refusing to let me go.
The only sound in the small space was our uneven breaths. Jaxton’s body stayed locked with mine, buried deep like he couldn’t let me go. His stare never wavered, and the weight of it pinned me as firmly as his hands had. “Fucking hell, Lark. Never felt anything like that before.”
“Neither have I,” I whispered.
“Because you saved your sweet pussy for me.” He winked. “And I can’t wait to take it again.”
He finally eased back and tucked himself away. Then he tugged me upright and pressed his palm to the small of my back like I’d collapse without it. My legs were unsteady as he settled my skirt back in place, my pulse still a wild drum in my chest.
“We’re leaving,” he ordered, voice low and unyielding.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
Minutes later, the two of us stepped out of the office and walked out of the building like nothing had happened.
Then I wrapped my body around him on the back of his motorcycle—one more brand-new experience.
One that left me desperate for him again by the time we reached his room at the Redline Kings MC clubhouse…
where he took me for another sexy ride in his bed.