Chapter 16
Spotting the flash of her blonde ponytail in the distance, Jax speeded up. Damn, she was amazing. It had to have taken her as long to change into running gear as it did him, but she was already at the five-mile marker on the steep trail. Determined to catch up with her, he powered his long muscular legs into high gear. As he drew closer, he groaned in lustful admiration. Her abbreviated booty shorts showcased her tight ass and long, toned legs. Both were incentive enough to make following his renegade lover a treat in and of itself. But voyeurism, as seductive as it was, wasn’t on his agenda. Jax knew that the only remedy to quiet the red-hot anger strafing his body, not to mention the thrumming lust, was fucking the hell out of his prickly princess. Something he fully intended to do as soon as he caught up with her.
Seeing her earphones firmly in place, Jax knew that as usual, she was unaware of her surroundings. Hell, for all the attention she paid, he could have been a lunging lion, not merely an irate lover closing in on her. In addition to infuriating him, her arrogant disregard for her personal safety ratcheted up his protective streak. Made him more determined to take her down. When he was several strides behind, he reached for her, gratified by her startled shriek. Proving that her well-honed fighting skills were easily rebuffed by a stronger, intent aggressor, he jerked her into his arms.
Holding her thrashing body tight against him and ignoring her expletive-laden tirade, he murmured in her ear, “Dammit, Viviana, what will it take to drill a smidgen of caution into your aloof brain? Christ, I’ve been on your tail for at least three miles, and you didn’t even fucking know I was there.”
At her irate shriek, he said in a low voice, “Forget your careless disregard for your safety. I have a more important question for you, Sergeant Moreau. Who gave you permission to leave our meeting?” When she shoved at him, trying to break his firm hold, he said with a sardonic grin, “In case you don’t know, Sergeant Moreau, blowing off this particular chief of police is not a wise decision. In fact, according to my rule book, it is a punishable offense.” At her outraged yelp, he added menacingly, “Oh yeah, naughty girl, there’s no question that you need to be punished. Just as there’s no question that I’m the man to do it. The only question is whether I’ll spank your bare ass before or after I fuck you.”
Twisting out of his grip, Viviana whirled on him, her striking blue eyes flashing dark with anger. “How dare you, Jax? Follow me? Chase me up the mountain? Threaten me?”
Jax yanked her back into his arms and pressed his lips against the tender place on her neck. His voice was cool but had a discernable undercurrent of anger. “Uh-uh, Sergeant, this is far from a threat. It’s a promise. It’s what happens to naughty girls who think they can waltz out of an important meeting, drag on their booty shorts, and head for a mountain.” He smacked her hard on one ass cheek. Ignoring her angry protest, he cracked the other cheek, eliciting a surprised shriek from his shocked captive. Spotting a sequestered refuge in a ravine several yards off the trail, he hauled her over to the forested haven and pressed her up against a tall pine. Her startled reaction confirmed that she saw his intent.
“Jesus God, Jax. What are you doing? Are you crazy? Damn you, let me go!”
Grabbing both of her hands in one of his big hands, he secured them above her head against the tree. Ignoring her outraged cry, he shoved his hard thigh between her legs, ensuring that his fearsome erection was riding up against her crotch. Licking the tender skin beneath her ear, he bit down, then blew on the ravished skin.
Gratified by her body-shaking shiver, he murmured, “Yeah, baby, in answer to your question, I am crazy. But not as crazy as I was last night when I let you turn me away. Admit it, Viviana, you wanted me as much as I wanted you. But like an idiot, I allowed you to push me away, kick me to the curb.” His voice was ominously threatening. “Just so we are clear, sweetheart, that ain’t ever gonna happen again. From now on, when I want you, I will take you. I don’t care if it’s on my office desk, the hood of a car in the parking lot at Flemings, or on the side of a mountain in broad daylight. If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you.” He added with a low growl, “And no matter how much you pretend that you don’t want me, you will revel in every minute of it.”
Stunned at the torrent of sensations flooding her aroused body, Viviana tried to shove him away, but he was too strong, too determined. His voice was harsh in her ear.
“Oh no you don’t, baby. You don’t get to push me away.” His throaty laugh was anything but humorous. When she fought to get free, he tugged her up against him and growled in her ear. “The fact that you continue to fight me settles it, sweetheart. Clearly you need to be spanked and spanked hard.”
Dragging her over to a tree stump, he sat down and yanked her across his knees. To her horror, he pulled down her shorts, shoving them to her ankles. Snapping the miniscule thong riding up the crevice of her ass, he tore it free, baring her bottom. Before she could scream at him to stop, he landed a hard smack on one bare cheek and then the other. Ignoring her outraged protests, Jax proceeded to spank her, not holding back on the painful smacks. Unable to free herself, Viviana was horrified to feel the moisture building between her legs. Praying that Jax didn’t know how her wayward body was reacting to his egregious assault, she squeezed her legs together and fought to get free.
His taunting laugh underscored how helpless she was to hide her problematic reaction. Shoving his fingers inside her swollen folds, he crowed, “Ah yes, sexy woman. I’d almost forgotten how much you like to be spanked.”
Shrieking in outrage, Viviana struggled against him, but his grip was fierce. “Uh-uh, little girl, your body doesn’t lie. You like having a rosy red ass as much as I like giving it to you. I have to remember that. I don’t spank you nearly often enough, Viviana. An oversight that I am more than prepared to remedy.”
At her sobbing appeal that he stop, that he was hurting her, Jax resoundingly smacked each cheek one more time, then stood her up beside him. Rising to his full height, he picked her up in his arms and strode deeper into the wooded enclave. Preparing to lay her on the ground, he remembered how in Belize he’d started to take her on a running trail but was interrupted by cartel members. Determined that nothing would stop him now, he growled, a low male sound. “Jesus, baby. I almost took you like this in Belize. Do you know what drove me crazy?” He stroked the space between her breasts, which were straining against her stretchy halter. His voice was low, thick with desire. “It was this . . . the sweat between your breasts. I thought I might go crazy if I didn’t lick it off. That was how bad I needed to taste you.”
He squeezed one taut nipple, eliciting a sharp cry, then thrusting two fingers between her swollen folds, he reveled in the cream coating them. “God, Viviana, look at what your body is doing. Honey, you are drenched, soaking wet.” Pressing his fingers against her mouth, he ordered, “Taste this, Viviana, suck on my fingers and then tell me, darlin’, have you ever tasted anything sexier than this?” Overcome by a ferocious need to be inside of her, he dropped her to her hands and knees and came up behind her. Opening her legs, he pressed his strong thighs up between them, spreading her wider, baring her luscious folds and bare ass to his greedy gaze. Yanking down his running shorts, he freed his prodigious prick and pressed the swollen head against her weeping cunt. He almost didn’t recognize his voice, his commands were so gruff, so insistent. “I’ve got to take you, baby. Like this. Hard and deep from behind. When I’ve fucked the hell out of you, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you again. As many times as I need to until you are begging for mercy.”
Viviana’s tortured cry confirmed that she was as hot as he was. “Oh God, Jax. Yes, please, take me. Promise me you won’t stop! Promise?”
“Damn darlin’, the last thing I would ever do is stop. Never, Viviana. I will never stop loving you like this, ever. You are my woman, Viviana Moreau, and God help you, I am your man.”
***
Much later Jax stood beside her in her doorway. When she started to talk, he pressed his finger against her lips. “Uh-uh, darlin’. Let’s allow today to just be what it was.”
Viviana quirked a shy grin. “What was it, Jax?”
He laughed softly and stroked her cheek with a calloused fingertip. “I think we are both a little too verbal, sweetheart. Today, we let our bodies speak for us.” He pinched her cheek and added, “I, for one, liked what they had to say. A hell of a lot.”
Feeling the moisture building in her eyes, Viviana swallowed past the lump in her throat and managed to say, “Me too.”
His voice was soft, serious. “I love you, Viviana. More than I knew it was possible to love a woman.”
She nodded. “I love you, Jax. So very much.”
He held her tight up against him and murmured in her ear, “I’m flying to DC early tomorrow morning. I’ll be gone for a couple of days.”
Viviana frowned, then said, “I . . . I’ll miss you, Jax.”
He nodded in agreement. “Me too.” Tipping up her chin, he held her gaze. “Be good, tiger.”
She lifted her chin saucily. “I’m always good, Jax.”
He guffawed and smacked her hard on her ass. “Yeah, you are that, sweetheart. But this time how about you be extra good?” When she nodded, he said with a grin, “Oh and, tiger, that’s an order.”