“Sometimes.” His eyebrow quirks up, matching his devilish grin.
Flashes of last night replay in my mind, and my body instantly reacts. My nipples harden, my stomach clenches, and my pussy pulses.
“You need to stop with all that,” he warns.
“With what?”
He closes the gap between us, his chest presses to mine. He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me to him with force, with dominance, and whispers in my ear, “You know what.” A tingle races down my spine as his other hand slides around to my lower back, pressing me against him.
“This isn’t helping, asshole,” I moan back breathlessly.
He smiles against my ear. “I know.”
“Fuck you.” I push against his hard chest, but don’t budge. His grip on my neck and waist only tightens.
“Maybe later. If you’re lucky.”
I raise on my tiptoes, “Let’s not pretend you’re the only cock in this house I want to fuck.”
A low, heady chuckles sounds. “Oh baby. But I’m the only one who will be rough with you and give you what you want and fuck you like I hate you.”
My pussy quivers with excitement, and my pulse quickens, causing him to smile. Damn this man and his effect on me. Callum was close one time at Easter, but that had nothing on Jax from last night. He was rough, scary, but I loved it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
The doorbell rings, breaking our trance.
I move to turn away, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. “You’ve got something there.” He points at his neck.
“Fuck you,” I glare hard again, my eyes not matching the smile on my face.
“We’ll see.” He winks and lets me go, following me over to the door, and places his hands on my hips.
I open the door and smile, “Sammie. How are you?”
Her eyes flicker from me to Jax, whose hands are still wrapped around me. “Doing well.” A smile plays on her lips as she looks from my neck to Jax’s. “You?”
“Great,” Jax says, letting go of my waist to shake her hand before bringing it back. I can’t help but wonder why he’s being so overly, and more importantly, openly affectionate.
Davis is just behind her and hasn’t said a word, and I feel like I can see the invisible ball gag and collar around his neck.
Bertha, of course, appears in her leather domme outfit on the sidewalk, with a whip in hand and several little elephants behind her with bright red apples in their mouths marching back and forth like a scene from the Jungle Book, only kinkier. Fuck me, what’s wrong with me? Over active imagination? Nerves?
“Please come in,” Jax welcomes, stepping us out of the way of the door.
“Thank you.” Sammie steps in and Davis follows.
“The guys are in the office waiting for us.” Jax unwraps his arms from around me and leads them through the kitchen.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I offer.
“No, thank you.” Sammie flicks her hand casually over her shoulder and Davis doesn’t respond.
I know we dabble in the dom/sub relationship a little, but there’s no way. I have too fucking much to say. Too many opinions. Perhaps that’s why Callum has never pushed me further, because he’s scared it would push me away. Although, now watching them has me curious. Until last night, I would have probably said I didn’t like it rough, and boy, would I have been wrong. The fight for power, control.
Yes, my head is a little tender from the hair pulling and my pussy feels a bit bruised, but it was so worth it.
“Everlee,” Callum and Jax call in unison.
When I look up from the kitchen island, I see them both waving me into the room. Folding the dishcloth back and tucking it into its spot on the counter, I nod and hastily make my way into the room. Waiting by the desk is an empty seat for me beside a disappointed looking Callum to its right. I was unaware they wanted me in the room.
