JACKSON

 

IT'S LATE THAT evening when I stand up from Lucien's bedside.  I've been sitting here for most of the day, and there has been no change, no improvement in his condition.  I'm beginning to worry that he didn't get enough oxygen to his brain and that he's going to be a fucking vegetable for the rest of his life.

The thought of that is almost too much to bear.  That coupled with the fact that there is still no news on Adeline, and I'm practically ready to tear my hair out by the root.

I lost both of the people who matter the most to me within the timespan of a few hours.  If I had known what would have transpired once I left the island, I would have stayed.  I would have done everything in my power to keep them both safe.

Feeling frustrated beyond words, I tell Lucien goodnight before leaving his room to find Katerina.  Wraith has been keeping an eye on her after the little stunt she pulled in my room the other night.  She had me by the balls…literally…and I've felt like a walking boner the past couple of days.

And then when I saw her and Wraith wrestling around in the gym, I almost lost my goddamn mind.  The woman is so damn infuriating…and sexy all at the same time.

I don't know why I didn't take her up on her offer the other night.  I guess because mostly I could see the apprehension behind those sad, blue eyes of hers.  Her words didn't match what she obviously truly felt, and I just can't seem to figure that girl out.

I have a feeling she's been used before and maybe even grown accustomed to it.  But I don't want to use her.  I want to help her.  She just won't fucking let me, and she won't stop trying to manipulate me.

Checking my phone and seeing no messages from Wraith, I walk into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

And that's when I hear it.

Kissing…panting breaths…hushed voices.

Slowly, I peek my head around the corner and stumble upon Katya…and Wraith?  Their lips are locked in a passionate kiss as he pushes her back into the granite countertop.  Her smooth, sexy leg is wrapped around his hip as she grinds herself against his body.

Fuck me.

I didn't even know Wraith was into Katya like that.  Yesterday, on the mats, he was completely professional, training her with no sexual contact whatsoever.  And now…tonight, they're gonna fuck on the kitchen counter?

My hands curl into fists at my sides.  He's supposed to be watching her, not fucking her.

Instead of getting turned on like I normally do while watching a couple, I find myself getting more and more agitated and downright pissed off.

How dare she come on to me and then fuck Wraith behind my goddamn back!

She's mine, I hear myself saying in my head.

I don't even have time to process the words before I storm into the kitchen.  "What the fuck is going on?" I ask angrily.

Wraith immediately pulls away from Katya with a look of shame on his face.  And Katya…she looks like the cat that just swallowed the goddamn canary.

Did she want to get caught?

"Sorry, Jax," Wraith says quickly, clearing his throat and adjusting the bulge in his pants.  "She came onto me.  I shouldn't have..."

Katya gives me a smirk and shrugs.

That's it, I think to myself.  Before I can stop myself, I walk over to her, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the room.  Her heels dig into the floor as she fights me the entire way.  When we make it to the large den, she pulls out of my grip.

"What the fuck is your game?" I demand, crowding her against the wall by placing my hands on either side of her head but not touching her.

"Game?  Who said I was playing a game, Jax?" she asks, her voice sultry.

Frustrated, I scrub a hand down my face before placing it back on the wall.  "You're fucking with my head, and I don't like it."

"Well, what do you like?" she asks, reaching out to run her fingertips down the front of my Henley shirt.  She presses her body against mine.  "I thought you liked to watch," she whispers in my ear before nipping my earlobe, catching it between her teeth and pulling it to the point of pain.

I pull back sharply and glare at her.  "Is that what this is about?"

Katerina gives me her signature smirk.  She thinks she has me all figured out, but she has no idea.  I haven't told anyone my real issue with women, not even Lucien.

"You don't know me," I snap.

"And you don't know me," she snaps back.

Her mouth looks delicious, painted in red lipstick that's smeared off to the one side from her make-out session with Wraith.  My blood starts boiling again at the sight, knowing her lips have been on someone else's.

I want to be the one to smear her lipstick.  I want to be the one who makes her gasp.  And I want to be the one who makes her call out my name.

I cup her cheek, my thumb skimming over her full lips, further smearing the red lipstick onto her cheek.  She stares up at me with wide eyes, her panting breaths drifting over my skin.

"Tell me what you want," I demand.

"I want you to kiss me," she whispers.  Her full lips come together, kissing the palm of my hand.

Throwing all caution out the window, I allow my fingers to sink into her silky, blonde hair, gripping and pulling her closer.  And then our lips meet in a fireworks-explosion kinda kiss that sets me on fucking fire.

Her mouth is so soft, her lips like two, fluffy pillows.  The lipstick has a hint of berries, and she tastes like mint.  And as my tongue plunders into her mouth, it reaches the perfect combination of flavors, and I want more of it.

Katya's hands tentatively grasp my biceps, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away, like I'd have expected.

We both want this more than we'd ever admit to one another.

Breaking from the kiss, Katya's eyes meet mine as she tells me, "I want you in my mouth."

How the fuck can I say no to that?  My cock is practically bursting from my jeans, and right now I'm not thinking straight since all my blood rushed to my lower body a long time ago.

I suppose that's why I don't stop her when she drops to her knees in front of me.  And seeing this gorgeous girl on her knees, unzipping my jeans has me groaning just from the magnificent picture she's painting before me.

She tugs down my jeans and boxer briefs in one, swift yank, and my cock springs upwards towards my belly.

Her eyes widen, and I think I hear an audible gasp coming from her mouth when she gets an eyeful of my rock hard cock.  I can't help but grin.  She was used to old-man dick for far too long…

I don't even have a chance to dwell on that fact, because her tongue flicks out over my head, tasting a bead of pre-cum.  "Oh fuck," I groan loudly.

She tentatively wraps her ruby lips around the head.  She's acting so shy and innocent right now, and it's turning me the fuck on.  My hips buck on their own accord, shoving my cock a little deeper into her soft, velvety mouth.

"Feels so good," I manage to say.  It's hard to talk when my brain feels like gray mush inside my skull.  All I can focus on is her mouth and the pleasure she's giving me.

Katya takes me deeper, swallowing down as much of my length as she can before pulling back and gasping for air.

Fuck, that's hot.

And when she wraps her mouth around me again, she doesn't stop this time.  Her tongue slides down my shaft as she sucks me like I've never been sucked before.  And when her dainty hand comes up to cup my balls, I almost fucking lose it right then and there.

"Oh, shit," I hiss at the sensation.  It feels incredible.  My fingers spear into her soft hair, but I don't pull or tug.  I simply guide her to the speed I want, not forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to do.

"Fuck, Katya," I groan.  "Your mouth feels amazing."

My words seem to spur her on, and she begins to double her pace, sucking me straight into heaven.  My hips begin to move, because it feels too damn good to stand still.  I fuck her hot, hungry mouth until I'm close to going over the edge.

"I'm gonna…"  Those are the only words I get out before I explode on her wet tongue and fireworks are lighting up underneath my eyelids like the fucking Fourth of July.  Katya keeps an amazing rhythm, never stopping, just swallowing whatever I give her.

Collapsing back against the wall, I struggle to breathe after the most powerful orgasm I've ever had in my life.

I can't believe what just happened.  I've never experienced something so intimate with a woman before, and it was freaking amazing.  I've always only participated in threesomes, and having my dick sucked is part of it — but only as the woman's boyfriend or husband is banging her from behind, of course.

And it's never felt like this.  This was…incredible.

However, when I open my eyes and see Katya still on her knees with an apprehensive gaze, the euphoria instantly vanishes.  Did she even want to do that, or was she just playing me again?  I don't know what her fucking game is, but she has something in mind.  And she's using me to get to it.

I can't possibly trust her.

And I just let her do something I've never let any woman do before — have me alone and vulnerable.

Feeling strange and, quite frankly, a little bit pissed off, I quickly tug my boxer briefs and jeans up and tuck myself back into them.  "We…we should not have done that," I tell her quickly.

She stares at me with wide eyes as she slowly rises to a standing position.  "Maybe you should have thought about that before you shoved your dick down my throat," she snaps angrily.

Fuck, she's mad.  And she probably has every reason to be mad, but, hey, she's the one who initiated it.  It's too late to cry foul now.

But instead of making things right or trying to make anything better, as I should, I turn and leave her there.  Alone.