chapter 27
Jaxon
I PARK THE CAR OUT front of the bar, and just get out to go find her when I see her walking toward me with Demon and Valentina. She looks hot in her outfit, and as she gets closer I can tell she’s a little drunk by the flush in her cheeks and her lopsided smile.
“You got here quickly,” she says, wrapping her arms around my torso and squeezing me tightly. I hug her back, thankful for her being back in my arms. I see Demon’s amusement at her comment, and choose to ignore it.
“Well, I had nothing else to do at”—I glance at my watch—“three in the morning.”
Scarlett giggles a little and glances up at me. “Thank you for coming to get me. I think I’m ready to be tucked into bed now.” She turns and hugs Valentina, whispering something into her ear, then Demon. I raise my brows at him as she hugs him tightly and thanks him for a fun night. He shrugs slightly at me, but then grins.
Asshole.
I say ’bye to her new friends, one of them my oldest friend in the world, and open the car door for her, patiently waiting for her to get in.
“You’re a lucky man,” Demon says to me, before wrapping his arm around Valentina.
“You don’t need to tell me that,” I say, tapping the roof of my car before sliding in. I turn to Scarlett, who already has her eyes on me. “Good night?”
She nods twice. “I wasn’t so sure at the start, I felt really out of place, and it was a little intimidating, but I’m glad I stuck it out. It ended up being a really good night. I’m glad I went, I need to be pushed out of my comfort zone sometimes, you know?”
I start the car as I say, “I’m glad you had a good time in the end.”
“I did,” she assures me, placing her hand on my thigh. I pull out of the parking lot and start taking us back to my place. I can feel her gaze still on me, so I glance at her. From the look in her eyes, I know she’s in a bit of a mood, and the way she bites her lower lip only validates that. She wants some dick. Mine, to be exact. And she wants it now. I pretend I don’t notice all of this, flash her a smile, and return my attention to the road, both hands on the steering wheel. From the corner of my eye I see her shift in the seat a few times, suddenly uncomfortable, and I know exactly why. I turn on some music, the sounds filling the car but not easing the building tension. I know she’s decided to take matters into her own hands when she moves closer to me, as much as she can with her seat belt still on, and presses a kiss onto my neck. I grit my teeth, wishing we were already home so I can have my way with her. She’s not the only one feeling this way, especially after waiting up for her ass all night, hating the fact she was surrounded by fucking bikers.
“Jaxon,” she murmurs, breathing onto my skin.
“Yes?” I reply, keeping my eyes on the road. There’s no way I’d allow myself to lose concentration and put us in danger by crashing this car.
Another kiss to my neck.
She turns my head slightly toward her so she has access to my lips, kissing me softly at first, than deeper, her tongue peeking out to taste me. I want to take control, grab her face in my hands and devour her lips, but I can’t, so I allow her to kiss me how she wants while I continue to drive. I stifle a moan as her fingers move to my zipper, undoing the button of my jeans, then sliding the zipper down. I’m not wearing anything underneath because I was lying in bed naked when she called and just threw something on quickly to come get her, so it’s easy access for her to take my cock out. She glances at me before stroking it a few times, then lowers her head.
Fuck.
I don’t move my eyes from the road as she takes my hard length into her mouth, deeper, deeper, all the way to the back of her throat, then makes a humming noise, a noise of pleasure, like she likes what she’s doing.
There is nothing sexier than that to me.
“Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth, the pleasure hitting me with each swipe of her tongue, each suck, as the woman drives me crazy. A moment later, I mutter “Fuck” again, but this time for a different reason. As I see the lights on, I quickly tell her, “Baby, stop. A cop is behind us.”
She lifts her head and wipes her mouth. “What?”
“Don’t look,” I tell her, amusement in my tone. She sits back in her seat and stares forward, her body straight and stiff like we’re both about to get arrested. I quickly do up my jeans, wincing as my still-hard cock is shoved away under the denim, and pull over. I roll down my window and wait patiently for the officer. When I see him walking toward the car, I realize I know the man. He was the first officer called in for a case I was working on, and I had to write down his testimony to use in court. He can probably guess what was going on in here, whether he actually says anything about it is another situation though. Scarlett looks like she’s about to have a panic attack, so I reach over and give her my hand. She has nothing to worry about. Has she forgotten already what I do for a living? This is nothing. I can talk my way out of anything. It’s late and the officer is probably bored and making sure I’m not drunk driving. That, and he probably noticed Scarlett bobbing on my lap, but it’s really his word against mine. For fuck’s sake, I’ll say she lost her earring or some shit.
Officer Carlton’s eyes widen when he sees me. “Jaxon Bentley. How the hell are you?”
“Good, thanks,” I reply, smiling. “How are you? How’re the wife and kids?”
“All good,” he glances into my passenger seat, flashing a tiny flashlight at Scarlett. “You two on your way home from a night out?”
“She is,” I say, nodding toward her. “I just went to pick her up.”
“You haven’t had anything to drink?” he asks, and I shake my head. I can tell that he considers giving me a Breathalyzer test, but decides not to. I appreciate that.
He nods once and steps back. “All right, get home safely you two.”
“Thank you,” I say, waiting until he walks away before continuing on.
I look to Scarlett, whose hand is now on her chest, which is heaving up and down. “Holy crap.”
I bring her hand to me and kiss her fingers. The car is still filled with tension, although it’s different now because it’s mixed with her shock. After a few seconds, I see her shoulders relax.
“We’re almost home,” I tell her, turning onto my street.
“A cop nearly caught me with your dick in my mouth,” she whispers, eyes going wide.
I grin and park in my driveway, turning the car off and getting out. I move to walk around and open her door, but she’s already out and coming over to me. When she jumps into my arms and kisses me, I catch her and press her against the car. I never know how she’s going to react sometimes, and I’m not going to lie, I like seeing what she’ll do next. There was a chance she wouldn’t want to start where we left off after that, but here she is, tongue in my mouth and nails running down my back over my thin cotton T-shirt.
“I missed you tonight,” she says against my lips, and I can taste the alcohol on her, mixed with mint.
“I can see that,” I mutter, moving my lips down her neck. The moaning noise that leaves her pouty lips makes me rock-hard again, and I find myself lifting her in one arm and heading for the front door. With my other hand I unlock the door and push it open, closing and locking it before dropping her on the first place I come across, which happens to be the couch. I get down on my knees and lift her long skirt up, sliding the silky material over her skin. I spread her legs apart and slide down her white lace panties. I lift my head to make sure she’s watching me before I pull her ass toward me and bury my face in her pussy, my tongue diving into her, licking, sucking, and devouring.
“Jaxon,” she moans, and I love hearing my name come out of her pretty mouth, I love her knowing who she belongs to.
I belong to her, too.