"It's the same time every day," she says with an overly sweet smile, "So I think we're aware of what time lunch is." And then she adds with a wink, "But it was nice of you to come tell us…that."
"Yep," I say before quickly turning and running out of the room like my ass is on fire. I don't stop speed walking until I'm safe and secure in my bedroom. Locking the door, I rush to the bathroom and whip out my raging hard-on. I feel like a goddamn teenager again, yanking it over some girl I like, but I can't fucking help it.
I tug and tug on that monster until I'm seeing fucking stars and groaning Katya's name. I can't get the image of her and Wraith rolling around out of my goddamn mind. I picture what the two of them would look like without clothes on and actually fucking on the mats in the gym, and it tips me right over the edge.
I come. Hard.
Slumping against the counter, I curse and clean up the damn mess I made while catching my breath. I haven't come that hard in a long time, and it's all because of that little vixen downstairs.
Man, if I thought she was trouble before…then I really had no idea what trouble actually was.
CHAPTER 18
KATYA
AFTER JACKSON RUSHES out of the gym, I can't help but feel giddy inside. Jackson got hard from watching Wraith and me roll around on the mats. And then I think back to that fateful night…Jackson was watching me then too. He confessed that he had been watching me and Pavel fucking in the hotel room.
A wave of clarity comes over me, and I feel like I suddenly solved some type of riddle or puzzle.
Jackson likes to watch.
"You're playing with fire, Katya," Wraith croons behind me. "I hope you're prepared to get burnt."
I glance at the giant as my grin disappears. "What do you mean by that?" I inquire with a frown.
"Jax has never been in a relationship, so I hope you're not expecting hearts and flowers and all of that other girly shit."
Never been in a relationship? Oh, now that's interesting. So he likes to watch….and not get involved at all? What is he, a fucking virgin? Is that why he turned me down last night?
"I'm not expecting anything of the like," I tell Wraith. "I just need his protection, that's all," I confess. I feel like I can talk to Wraith and maybe even trust him.
He rolls his eyes and wipes a towel over his sweaty, bare chest. At some point he had taken off his tank, and I now see the silvery scars marking his body. Old wounds…bullet wounds, knife wounds…
I walk over to him and touch one particularly large scar. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, but simply stares at me with those hard, unforgiving ice-blue eyes. "What happened here?" I ask gently.
"It's hard to keep track, but I think it was a bullet."
I frown at his words. He has so many scars that he can't even keep track of the sources behind them. That's heartbreakingly sad. "You really do live a dangerous life, don't you?"
"I used to," he admits. "Back in Russia I worked for all the bad guys, theBratva. I did what they asked of me. Didn't care if I lived or died."
"And now?" I prompt.
"Now my life is much easier. Now…I get to roll around on mats with a pretty girl," he says, and actually cracks a grin.
I'm so taken aback by his smile that I'm stunned silent.
"I'm gonna hit the shower," he says. He's serious again now, the smile fading before I could even really enjoy it.
"Okay. See you later," I tell him softly. Wraith carries his scars and battle wounds around like a coat of armor and wears them with pride. I could learn a lot from him in that aspect. My scars bring me shame and take me back to a place where I couldn't defend myself.
Shoving those horrible thoughts aside, I thrum my fingers against my legs in excitement before I head to my room to take a long soak in the bath to soothe my aching muscles.
I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of power.
I know Jackson's Kryptonite now, and I intend on using it against him at the earliest opportunity.
CHAPTER 19
