“You’re a fucking fraud! You’re afraud! Even worse, you’re a liar! You’re a biased, terrible, gaslighting sack of shit just like he was!”
God, seeing her so vicious, throwing vases, books, and anything else she can reach at the therapist who’s trying to calm her down makes something hot and eager take root inside of me. It spreads along my body until my dick twitches.
Seeing her so intense and determined, seeing her unrestrained and wild has me thinking of exactly how wild she’d be in bed with me. Was she that wild for Knox or was she subdued and restrained?
Not with me. I want her this determined. I want her this feral.
“Ma’am, we need to ask you to stop right now or calm down or we will have no choice but to remove you,” one of the security guards says.
“Fuck no,” I snarl. “You’re not touching her.”
They look at me like they forgot I was there. One starts to argue, but I shoulder check him. Being a football player has plenty of benefits. Having enough strength to stiff-arm flabby security guards is one of them.
I wrap one arm around Hope’s middle and lift her so her ass rubs right against my hardening dick. “Hope.”
“Fuck you! Fuck you! No one should trust you! You do more damage than you could ever fix! I’ll make sure to take it up with the medical board!” Hope screams, her voice cutting and ragged.
“I don’t… Hope, you have to listen to me and—”
“I don’t have to do a fucking thing! You’re a fake therapist covering your own lying ass and actual crimes!” Hope shrieks.
I grab Dimitri’s laptop since I know he’d never let me hear the end of it and carry Hope out. She continues cursing and spittingat the therapist as the woman follows us. I crush her tighter to me, almost moaning in her ear. She claws at my arm, not to escape, but to fight.
“Jo, you better go back to your office or I’ll just so happen to leak your notes,” I threaten darkly.
She looks between us, her face pale as she pants. She looks ruffled in a way that makes it hard to believe she’s ever had a difficult patient. I bounce Hope in my arm and carry her out, making sure security never touches her, even when her shirt bunches up just under her breasts and she keeps thrashing in my arms.
Once we get outside, I have to twist her in my arm, tossing her over my shoulder. I swat her ass. “Behave.”
“Let go! She still doesn’t believe. She has to understand!”
“She will. Stop thrashing or you’re going to kick a place you like,” I warn.
She pauses a second to try to figure that out, then the fight falls out of her. I slide her down the front of my body, pinning her between me and the car. I set the laptop on the roof of the car and stare into her eyes.
Hope slowly looks down at where my cock is grinding against the inside of her thigh while I get the passenger door open. “You… you’re…”
“I’m not putting you down, baby. I’m not letting you run off.”
She blushes deeply and licks her lips. She doesn’t argue. I wrap her legs around me, grip her ass while keeping her tight against my hard-on, then grab the laptop. I put it on the dash, then stare at her as I slowly put her in the passenger seat, holding her gaze the entire time.
Panting, she watches me but doesn’t immediately release her thighs from around me. When she does, she swallows and her eyes dip to my obvious erection. I reach forward and buckle her, brushing my knuckles against her breast.
“Nice to see being powerful and angry turns you on as much as it turns me on,” I say. “Watching you trash that office was so fucking hot.”
“Jax, it’s not… it wasn’t…”
She trails off, so I shut the door and round the car, getting in the driver side. I see security still watching us as I turn on the vehicle and back out of the parking spot. “Are we going to talk about what happened in there?”
Nine
HOPE
He wants to talk? All I can think about is how hard he was against my hip. I didn’t expect to like it. I didn’t expect to be okay with it. I just keep thinking about Jo cowering from me,trying to push me into a corner, trying to approach whenever I was finding something else to throw at her or make her admit that she’d never help me because she cared about my dad.
But my thoughts keep going back to Jax. Jax storming in and saying no one would touch me while prying me up and into his arms. I hadn’t registered that he was already hard, but as we drive home, it all comes flooding back. Him holding me tightly, moaning in my ear, keeping me tightly against him.
I thought it was just to keep me from fighting, but after feeling that familiar erection when he slid me down his body…
