“Jax,” I whisper out. “I can handle it.”
“You may be able to, but we won’t find out right now.” His words are final. His hands tighten on my ass as he brings me closer to his face. The bite of the sting only burning for a second, before his tongue expertly works my clit, making my head spin and my pain fade away. His tongue presses in, swirling, lapping.
“Yummy,” he says, running his fingers up my leg and threading them inside of me. He curves them just right as he continues to pump them in and out while he sucks on my clit. He moves with precision that is no match for me.
My hands fist his hair as I rock against his face and onto his fingers, pumping my hips in rhythm.
“Jax,” I whimper out, pressing my head onto the tiled wall.
He continues to suck on my clit as he plunges his fingers inside of me again.
“Shit. Fuck. Mother damn.”
He’s working me faster and faster, then reaches up and pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending pulses of pleasure straight to my needy little cunt. I was trying to hold out, to savor this moment, to convince him we needed to have sex, but he’s skillfully working me, making it impossible. He knows which buttons of mine to push and he is pushing them all at the same fucking time.
“Jax, I’m about to come.”
The door opens and I freeze, but my body doesn’t. My orgasm crashes around me as my eyes lock with Emmett. A smile curls his lips as he watches me come undone on Jax’s face.
When my moans stop and Jax stands up, we both look at Emmett who’s still watching, drinking us both in.
He clears his throat. “Your mother wanted me to give you this.”
“I’d invite you over here, but Jax says no sex for me right now because of the sting, which barely hurts anymore.”
“Guess the orgasm worked,” he says, cutting the water off behind me and walking over to Emmett. “It was that or peeing on her.” He leans around him, his arm brushing Emmett’s and grabs a towel.
What is Jax doing? Flirting? Taunting?
Emmett’s eyes rake over Jax’s sculpted perfection and land on his hard cock, then look back at me. My breath stops and my pussy quivers again. Please let this be the moment. Please.
I want them, us, together. So bad.
Emmett’s lips quirk and he nods at the hydrocortisone on the counter. “Put that on when you’re dry.” He turns and walks out and I feel crushed. He wanted to. Jax’s cock was right there for the taking.
Jax looks up and I swear I see a hint of frustration or longing. Maybe I’m projecting my feelings on him.
FAAACKK!
Ever since I saw Roy Kent on the freaking TV, my fucks have turned to facks! I’m not even a Brit!
I slip some loose clothes on and rub hydrocortisone on the less angry red mark stretching across my abdomen to my leg.
“Ready for some lunch?” I ask.
“I just ate.”
“Har har.”
He kisses my forehead. “See, I can be funny, too.”
“A man with many masks.”
EMMETT - DON’T RUIN PERFECTION
Escapingintothebedroom,I press my back against the door. What in the hell was that? The brush of his arm? The way I looked at him... like him him, like cock him. Everlee drinking up every drop. I can see it in her eyes how badly she wants this, but I don’t know if Jax does. If he doesn’t, then we risk blowing apart our perfect little family, and that’s what it is right now. Everything is abso-fucking-lutely perfect. Her friends know, her family knows, she’s quitting her job to work at Allure. She’s embedded herself into each of us.
Perfection.
