Chapter Nine
(Chloe)
“I bet you’re starting to figure me for some sort of nutcase. I’ve worried about Antonio for months, just waiting for him to strike,” Jax said, in a noticeably shaken tone, as we entered his apartment.
“Of course not,” I said.
Frustrated and preoccupied, Jax rubbed his hands over his face and through his messy hair, fiercely clenching his fingers into fists around it. “I keep telling myself all this isn’t as bad as it appears. Then, one morning you wake up, and you realize it’s worse.”
“You’re saying everything’s worse because of me. Aren’t you?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. My eyes searched his face – Jax was noticeably stressed – but there was a dead calm in my voice that surprised even me. I took a step toward Jax and hugged him, rubbing his back.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulled me in close and held me tight. The moment was punctuated by his phone, which started to vibrate continuously in the pocket of his jeans.
“You should probably get that,” I said.
Jax grabbed his phone, declined the call, and slipped it into his pocket without saying a word. He looked down at me. “No baby. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just... I don’t wanna bury my head in the sand. I can’t. I’ve gotta get this shit taken care of. These problems are serious problems.” His voice was low, his body agitated.
“But Antonio could kill you,” I said, my voice laced with fear. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible could happen to Jax and very soon.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he responded.
I took his words in, but I didn’t speak right away.
Jax broke hold of me and took a step back, burying into his pockets for keys and tossing them on the hallway cabinet.
Leveling my eyes at Jax, making him see what I was feeling, I smiled. I was deeply touched by his declaration. His extreme defensiveness and possessiveness over the people he loved was my undoing – a small flaw in this otherwise almost perfect man.
He’d always acted like a big brother to me throughout the years. There was no denying it; he was mine.
“I’ll set this straight. I promise,” Jax said. His words were reassuring until he added, “It’s just…Ever feel like your back is against the fucking wall?”
“I know.” I understood, but that sentence from his lips, combined with the kiss we’d just shared sent my mind spinning in whole different direction.
I knew the effect I had on Jax. I also knew he would be too much of a gentleman to touch me unless I made it damn clear what I wanted. “Who’s taking the bed tonight?” I asked, with a slight grin as I pulled off my jacket. I tried to conceal my unease as I waited with baited breath to see how he would respond.
“What? Who’s taking the bed?” Jax asked in surprise. “It’s a little early to be turning in for the night isn’t it?” He still didn’t know what I meant but I could tell he was aching to find out.
“Not necessarily,” I replied, simply.
Jax looked at me, stunned; his face changed instantly when he realized what I was offering. “You’re blushing,” he teased.
“No. I’m not,” I replied. I gave him a coy smile and tried to swallow my nerves. I averted my gaze from him and turned, taking one step toward the bedroom door just ahead to my left. I turned back for a moment and looked him in the eyes to prompt him inside.
Before I stepped through the open door to his room, I said, “You know, I don’t believe I’ve thanked you yet. For everything, you’ve done.
My words halted Jax and he stared at me, expressionless.
I continued, “So… thanks, Jax. I owe you.” My body wanted Jax. I was sure he wanted mine. And I was right…
“Yes, you do.” Jax shot back, stopping me in my tracks. He gave me a knowing look. He understood completely. Sighing heavily in frustration, he said, “I promised myself I wouldn’t. I respect you too much to put that kind of unfair pressure on you.”
“You’ve never pressured me. Not once,” I assured him.
Jax ran his hand across the back of his neck. “I’m just here to make sure no harm comes to you.”
“There’s no harm,” I responded nonchalantly, arching an eyebrow at him. I couldn’t believe what had just slipped off my tongue with such ease. As those words escaped my lips, I had a sinking feeling that Jax might not want this as bad as I wanted it. I’m virtually best friends with this guy. If he rejected me, I would feel humiliated.
Jax studied me for exactly two seconds. After that, he couldn’t hide the small smirk that played on his lips. “Then fuck it,” he said as he whipped off his jacket in one smooth motion. Something flickered in his eyes right before his lips collided with mine, and we locked in a passionate kiss.
He pressed me up against the wall beside the doorframe to his bedroom. One hand started to lift my shirt; he was desperate to pull off my clothes. Already, I could feel his cock had become instantly hard in his pants.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Jax tugged me back from the wall and pushed me into the room, impatiently.
Our lips parted only long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head. Jax slid one hand down my body from my shoulder to my left breast, along my waist before settling across my lower back. “You taste so good when I kiss you,” he whispered.
I couldn’t respond. My lips and tongue melted into him as he took what he wanted from me. I’d wanted this for too damn long. And damn if he didn’t taste just as good to me. I could smell his scent too. Between that and the feel of his skin on mine, I was almost delirious with need.
Unclipping my bra and pulling it away from my body, Jax’s lips traveled down to my neck and collarbone. I slipped my hands under the back of his shirt and grazed my fingertips across his muscled back as he sucked and nibbled on my neck. My hands followed the firm contours of his back, then across to his thick, rippled chest.
Jax’ pulled back from me briefly and stared into my eyes with his emerald gaze. “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” he teased in a deep whisper.
I nodded my head. Not uttering a sound.
He smiled and leaned down to my mouth, pausing right before he was about to crush my lips with his. Instead, he grabbed my breasts with both hands and pulled at my nipples with his teeth, sucking hard and giving them teasing bites.
My breath caught in my throat, and I started to moan. Jax brought his lips back up to meet mine and pulled me in close as he straightened his body so I could feel that his cock had become hungrier, harder and thicker in anticipation.
Seconds later, he lifted me off the ground and tossed me onto the bed in one slick swoop. I lay for a moment, my back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as Jax kicked the bedroom door shut. He climbed onto the bed and over me until his eyes met mine his twitching cock waiting between my spread thighs.
I fought him off, playfully, but he grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head. Kissing his way to my jeans and underwear, he ripped them quickly away from my body. He lay on top of me and smothered my mouth with his. I sucked and nibbled his lips passionately.
Our lips parted. “I should have never let you go,” Jax said, and he jumped up off the bed and wrested with his clothes.
Almost embarrassed to be watching him, I rolled over, my head propped up on my elbow, giving him a good show of my ass. Then I knew…I just had to look as he bared his body.
Jax unbuckled this belt, shoved his jeans to the floor and tossed his shirt aside. I sized him up and had to pretend not to be stunningly impressed by his muscled form and the many alluring tats that lined his body. My eyes scanned him over, and after a second scan, I bit my lower lip in expectation.
Jax climbed onto the bed again, but this time I pinned him down before he could put his weight on top me. “Just sit back and enjoy,” I suggested.
A surprised look crossed his face.
I kissed his neck as I ran my hands across his hard pecks and down his well defined abs. Slowly, I kissed lower and lower along his torso, pausing long enough to flick his nipples with the tip of my tongue. Then I continued my downward path until I reached the distinctive V-shape that looked like it was keyed into his solid muscle; it led me down to his thick cock.
I inched closer and closer to his fully erect dick, I grazed every part around it, but I refused to allow myself to touch it. Not yet.
He groaned, as my tongue got closer.
He needed this.
I needed this.
I surrendered to my instincts.
I reached for his cock, wrapped my hand around it as fully as I could and started to stroke up and down his shaft rhythmically. I swept up with my tongue from base to tip, causing his entire body to jolt.
When I heard him moan I focused my eyes on his and whispered, “Relax baby, I’m not done yet.”
A small amount of pre-cum emerged from the head of his cock, and I licked it off. Slowly, I began sucking. Leaving my hand at the base, I wrapped my lips around him and worked him into my mouth as far as I could. I started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, breathing deep through my nose, until the tip was touching the back of my throat.
Jax’s hips began moving in time with the motion of my head.
I took long breaths to control my gag reflex.
“I’m gonna come so hard if you keep this up.” Jax groaned at me.
It didn’t matter. I wanted the taste of him in my mouth too much, and I was sure he would be able to get himself back up.
“OH FUCK,” signaled the release of his warm cum which pumped into my mouth, as I continued to move up and down his cock between my lips.
“Damn, Chloe,” he said heavily a moment later. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then sat up. “Now…what to do with you.” He grinned as he grabbed my thighs and pinned me on my back.
I glimpsed at my reflection in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed—I was splayed out across the sheets as he kissed his way down my body. Jax maneuvered his kisses over my breasts, then my stomach, then my thighs with expert application of his tongue and lips. When he began licking and sucking on my clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I squirmed with pleasure.
I could tell that he enjoyed watching me react. I panted and moaned, but he didn’t show me any mercy. His tongue worked its magic moving in and out with expert precision and my body arched off the bed as my orgasm took over and I moaned into climax.
Blowing out a deep breath, I forced the words out, “That’s right…Don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Jax shot back.
I smiled breathlessly.
Jax could barely contain his smile as he grabbed my legs, lifting me and flipped me over onto my hand and knees. Anticipating his strength and power, I managed to cling to the headboard in front of me just in time. He plunged into my pussy from behind in one long, hard stroke. As his cock slid into me, it took everything I had not to cry out. Thrust after thrust my pussy pulsated around him.
I rested my head on the headboard, and looked to my right at the wall – Jax’s shadow pounding punishing thrusts into my silhouette; our bodies only lit by the skyline out the window beyond. It was the most sensual sight to my eyes.
Harder and harder, he thrust in and out of my tight pussy, and he filled me up completely. Jax’s pace quickened, and I gasped for breath as my body took it all in. He was powerful, relentless and sexy as hell
As I came a third and final time, Jax released deep inside my body with one final thrust. “Fuck,” he groaned and came with a roar. His body collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the bed with his weight. I wasn’t complaining…I felt complete.
When he finally came back down to earth, he rolled over, taking me with him, and I lay my head on his chest as we pulled the sheet over us and lay there naked under it.
“You love me, don’t you?” Jax asked.
“No, don’t worry, you’re not my type,” I joked, then feeling brave, I spoke the truth, “You’re right I love you, Jax. I have for a long time.”
He ran his hand down the curvature of my waist as I rested my head on his shoulder. “When all this is over…. Whatever is left of me, I am yours, Chloe. I love you too.”
I looked into his eyes, overwhelmed by his declaration, as he kissed me, tenderly, deeper and deeper.
The moment was interrupted by a text on his cell phone.
Jax’s head emerged from the sheets, but I was too spent to move. My eyes fluttered open briefly, but I was too exhausted and my heavy eyes closed.