KATYA

 

I CONTINUE MY training sessions with Wraith.  Between his brutal workouts and Maria's delicious meals, I've actually gained some weight and muscle mass.

It feels good to eat regular meals three times a day and not be afraid of waking up every morning, worrying about what's going to happen next and who's going to hurt me.

It's definitely a change for the better, and I owe it all to Jax.

Wraith points his finger and thumb at me like he's holding a weapon.  "First point of contact?" he asks.

"Blow to the wrist to get the gun pointed away from me," I tell him before swinging my forearm up and knocking away his hand and, therefore, the fake gun.

"And then?"

"Anywhere vulnerable," I respond, going through the motions of kneeing him in the balls and gouging his eyes, but never making contact.

We've been through this a hundred times or more, but he insists this is the most important training exercise.  I think deep down he's worried the island could be under siege again.  And I also know he feels guilty about what happened during the first attack.  He wants me to be able to hold my own.  He wants me to be safe and stay alive without actually saying the words out loud.

Wraith doesn't use his words very often, and that's the understatement of the century.  He's the most difficult and stubborn nut to crack, but the reward of finally breaking through the tough, hard shell is rewarding.

The more I get to know Wraith, the more I like him.  He tells me little tidbits about his checkered past, but I still don't know his real name or why he left the Russian mafia to begin with.  He's a mystery wrapped up tightly in an enigma — that's for sure.

"Very good, Katya," Wraith praises me, and I beam up at him.

I like to think that maybe one day Wraith and I could become very good friends.  We're both closed off from the world around us but willing to open up for the right person.  I could be his person.

And after a very brief break from serious, he's right back to business.  "Lie down on the mat.  Let's try that move out again we were working on yesterday."

And just as we start wrestling on the mat with me trying to break out of Wraith's grip, that's when Jax enters the gym.

His eyes find us immediately, and I can practically hear the cogs in his brain working and know exactly what he's thinking.

I keep struggling against Wraith, his giant body pressing me down and instructing me to break his hold.  Except, I start to really fight against him, grunting and screaming.

Jax stands off to the side, just watching.

This is what he likes.

This is what turns him on.

And I kinda like it.

After a few more minutes, I finally break away from Wraith.  And that's when he spots Jax over in the corner.  "That's enough for today," Wraith tells me.  "I'll give you a day or two to recuperate."

I smile at him and then turn my attention to Jax.  He's staring at me with a strange look on his face.  "Hey," I tell him once I get within earshot.

But he doesn't return my greeting.  No, instead he grabs me by my elbow and leads me out of the gym, practically dragging me.

Shit.  He must be jealous again even though I specifically explained to him my true feelings for Wraith.  I like him solely as a friend, and I was using him that night we made out.

"Jax, what's wrong?" I ask, breathing hard not only from the workout I just had but because this silent treatment has me thinking the worst.

Jax continues to be mute, only digging his fingers into my flesh as he forces me out a back door and outside.  The sun is shining, but we're hidden in the little alcove's shadows.

"What is going on with you?" I ask him, worry lacing my voice.  He's really starting to scare me.

He says nothing, but turns and pushes me against the wall.  I barely catch myself with my hands against the siding.  "Fuck, Katya," he breathes, caging me in and pressing his erection against my lower back.

A sigh of relief escapes me then.  He's not mad at me.  He's just really fucking turned on from seeing Wraith and me rolling around on the mats again.

"You drive me crazy," he whispers into my hair before grasping the hem of my yoga pants and pulling them down to the top of my thighs.

"Yeah, you've told me that before I think…once or twice," I quip.  That's Jax's go-to phrase.

With my ass exposed, he reaches down between my legs and toys with my clit while the other hand grips my ponytail.  Hard.  He pulls my hair, making me crane my neck.  And then his mouth is on my skin, licking and nibbling.

I moan out loud against his ministrations, and I'm soaking wet for him in record time.  He thinks I drive him crazy?  He has no idea what kind of effect he has on me.  It's as if I can't get enough of him.  He's like my own personal, dangerous strain of heroin.  And I'm completely and utterly addicted.

"I need you.  Now," he groans before releasing me.

I hear him undoing his jeans, and then he's lining his big, thick cock up between my thighs.  Without any warning, he grips my hip and thrusts into my wet heat all the way to the hilt on the first thrust.

I cry out against the wall, slapping my palms against the siding.  He pulls out agonizingly slow and then enters me again with as much force as the first time.  I cry out again, not being able to silence my cries even though we're outside and people can probably hear me.

"Yes, Katya," he hisses next to my ear.  "I want to hear you.  I want everyone to fucking hear you."

He pulls out slowly one more time before thrusting back in, making me bite my lower lip to keep from screaming.  But when he fills me up, he starts fucking me in short, shallow thrusts, hitting that spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.

"Yes, Jax!" I cry out, my fingernails digging ineffectually into the hard wall.

He pulls on my ponytail, dragging my lips to his so he can devour my mouth, hungrily, without mercy.  Each hard thrust of him inside of me is borderline painful, but I love it and only want more, as much of him as I can get.

Jax fucks me with abandon, like an animal.  And when he releases my mouth, he growls out deeply, "Mine."

A smile graces my lips at Jax's possessiveness.  He must have been insane with jealousy when he saw Wraith and me in the gym.  And now he's taking it out on me, punishing me in the very best possible way.

"Please, please, please," I beg without even knowing really what I'm begging for.  Definitely not for him to stop.  That's for certain.

He moves his hand from my hip and moves it between my legs, his adept fingers finding my clit with ease.  He strokes me with his long, thick fingers, and it brings me close to the edge in the matter of a few seconds.

He knows exactly how to play me like a finely tuned instrument that only he has the sheet music for.

"Jax!" I cry out as I shatter around his fingers and cock, my inner muscles gripping him tight as he growls in response.

"Oh, fuck, Katya," Jax swears before pulling out and exploding all over my backside.  I can feel his warm seed coating my skin, marking me.

When he's spent, he falls against me, pressing us up against the wall.  His ragged breaths are at my ear as I try to calm my own breathing.

Every time with Jax is amazing.  And just when I think it can't get any better…it does.

After a while, he pulls back, taking off his t-shirt and cleaning me up before pulling my pants back up.

Him standing there shirtless makes my stomach flip-flop.  He is so lean and muscular, and his ripped abs have me biting my lip to stop from moaning out loud or saying something stupid.

When I peer up at him through my lashes, he has a cocky smirk on his face.  "Well, now that I got my workout in today too," he jokes, "let's go see what Maria made for lunch."

He opens the door for me, and I can't help but smile.  The smile lasts all the way through lunch and most of the day.  I don't think I've ever smiled so much in my entire life.  And although it scares me that Jax could totally break my heart someday soon, I allow myself to pretend for just a little while that I finally found my prince, just like in a fairy tale.