KATYA

 

MY FAMILY IS missing.

How is that even possible that they fell completely off the radar?  Where did they go if they left our hometown in Russia where they built a life, a home?

I stare at the picture of Senga, memorizing her beautiful face.  She looks so much like me at that age, except she still has hope and life in her eyes.  I felt dead even back then.  Hell, I wanted to be dead.  Death was better than the horrible life I was stuck in.

She doesn't look broken, which can only mean one thing.  My father didn't sell her like he did me.

That was always my worst fear over the years — that she would suffer the same fate as me and that I wouldn't be there to help save her.

Wiping away the tears on my cheeks, I see movement out of the corner of my eye.  Jackson enters my room with a sad smile on his face.  He looks exhausted, as usual.  He's barely slept since we first arrived on this island.  He's always taking care of something or someone — the house, the staff, Wraith, Lucien…me.

He has no idea how truly amazing he is.  He forgoes sleep, food, whatever just to make sure everyone else around him is happy.  And he just does it automatically.  He doesn't even think twice about it.

I've never been around such a selfless human being.

Patting the bed beside me, he hesitates only a moment before walking over and sinking down onto the soft mattress.  "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, while tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear.

And that little gesture means the world to me, because it's exactly what I need right now.  I need his kindness.  I need him close to me.  Over the past couple of weeks, Jax has wormed his way into that dark place in my chest that I kept so tightly locked up.

He alone holds the key to my heart.

And even though I know I'll only get hurt in the end, I decide to forget about the consequences for one night.  I just want to get lost in him and forget about my family and the fact that they're missing and I may never see my sister again.

Setting the pictures down on the nightstand, I tell him, "Take your shirt off and lie down on your stomach."

He gives me a confused look before asking, "Why?"

"I want to give you a massage."

"I have to go check on Luc -."

But I don't let him finish.  I lean forward and hush him up with a kiss.  Pulling back, I begin to unbutton his shirt and slip it off his broad shoulders.  "You can check on him later.  I just want to take care of you right now."

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," he tells me with a crooked grin.

Once his shirt is off, he lays face down on the bed.  His pants ride low on his hips, giving me just a hint of that muscular ass of his.  I've never been attracted to a man this much before…or at all, for that matter.

Pavel's evil ways turned me off towards all men.  But I'm starting to make an exception for Jackson.  Especially since he looks like he was carved out of marble by some master artist, a Greek god to be looked upon for eternity, perfect in every way.

Straddling the back of his thighs, I begin to work his tight back muscles in my hands.  "You're so tense," I tell him, stating the obvious.  Jackson can appear to have a laid-back demeanor, but he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Between taking care of Lucien, trying to run the house and get it back into the shape it once was in and trying to find the missing girl, Adeline, I'm surprised Jax has any time whatsoever for me.

And it's not like I deserve his attention.  I'm just an intruder, someone who popped up unexpectedly in his life…and at the worst time possible.  But Jax never makes me feel that way.  In fact, he makes me feel the exact opposite.  He makes me feel wanted.  And that's something I've never experienced before.

I work his back muscles until he eventually begins to relax and loosen up.  "How does that feel?" I whisper.

He groans loudly in response, and it makes me smile.

We haven't had sex since that night outside after our date, and I'm suddenly feeling very ravenous.

I continue to rub his muscular back, enjoying the feel of him under me.  I lean forward and nip at his ear before dragging my teeth down his neck.  He shudders under me.

"Turn over," I tell him as I climb off, giving him room to turn over onto his back.  His muscular chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares up at me.  And given the evidence of his arousal pressing up against his zipper, I would say the massage turned him on just as much as it did me.

After unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, I grab the waistbands of his pants and boxer briefs and pull them down over his hips.  His erection bobs free up towards his stomach, and my mouth practically waters at the sight.  He's so long and thick and perfect.

I take my nails and rake them gently up and down his muscular thighs as his cock jumps and grows even thicker between us.

"I don't remember this part of the last massage I had.  I think I got ripped off," he groans as I wrap my hand around his thick cock.

I stroke him and watch as a bead of pre-cum surfaces on the tip.  Running my tongue over the salty drop, I relish in the growl that escapes the back of his throat.

Rocking back on my knees, I quickly strip out of my t-shirt and bra and pull my skirt up, revealing no panties underneath.

"Naughty girl," he remarks, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his strong throat.

Straddling his hips, I run my wet slit up and down his rigid length, coating him in my arousal.  I'm so wet for him.

"Fuck, Katya," he moans.  " Pants.  Pocket.  Condom," he says, reduced to one-word sentences.

I reach into his pocket and pull out the gold foil wrapper.  Tearing it open, I pull out the condom and slip it down over his erection.

He lines himself up with my throbbing slit and impales me on his hard cock, filling me inch by glorious inch.  I stare down at him, and the desire in his eyes makes my sex clench.

"Ride me, Katya," Jax rasps out.

With my velvety folds wrapped around his shaft, I rise up slowly and lower myself even slower.  The desperate look on his face makes me shudder.  I'm in control now, and I freaking love it.

I continue to ride him slow, taking every inch of him and deliberately driving him insane.

Not being able to take any more of my torturous rhythm, Jax grabs my hips in a bruising grip and pulls me down, burying himself until he's fully seated inside of me.  He cries out in anguish.

Then, he pulls me down towards him, keeping his hands locked around my waist.  He pumps into me, establishing his own rhythm now and taking what he wants.  His teeth scrape against my throat as he growls against my skin.

"Kiss me," he demands.

Our lips meet in a hot, demanding kiss as he pumps into me over and over again.  He kisses me hungrily like he's starving for me.  And maybe deep down we both are.  I think we've both been starving for this kind of connection for a very long time.

I meet him thrust for thrust, bouncing down as he pistons his hips upwards, and a rush of pleasure sweeps through me all the way down to my core.

Jax slams me to him one final time, finally finding his release, and I fracture right along with him.

I cry out his name as I collapse in his arms, shuddering against him as the orgasm overtakes my mind, body and soul.

His hot breath skims across my cheek as we hold onto each other, trying to calm our racing heartbeats.

And then, all too soon, I'm pulling away from him.  I love the unspoken connection we share when we're together, but it's so powerful that it frightens me.

I glance over at Jax beside me, and he has a satisfied grin on his face.  I can't help but smile.

"Thank you," he says, his thumb grazing across my knee.

I don't know if he's thanking me for the massage or for the sex or maybe both, but I decide it doesn't matter.  Jax isn't my boyfriend, and I'm not his girlfriend.  He doesn't need to explain anything.

"I better go check on Luc," he says before standing.  He discards the condom in the trashcan before getting dressed.

I pull on my own clothes and am surprised when he places a sweet kiss on my lips before leaving my room.

I don't know exactly what we are, but one thing's for sure — one of us will end up getting hurt when it's all over.