Page 7 of Agony
I wanted more of her. Desperately. But fuck, I’d just had her last night. Wouldn’t she need time to recover?
Ace arched a brow at me. “Why are you so fucking secretive, Jax?” he asked. “We’re family.”
“Family doesn’t need to fuckin’ know everything,” I told him. I jerked my head in the direction of the car he was working on. “Get back to work, or I’m docking your pay.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Pull the stick out of your ass,” he griped as he walked back to where he should’ve been putting a new tire on the rim.
“Fucking brat,” I grumbled under my breath as I began attaching the radiator hoses to the new radiator.
Ace swung his head around and stuck his tongue out at me.
“Will you at least be safe?”Ace asked as I idled in front of the clubhouse. Shortly after lunch, I caved and called Evangeline, asking specifically for Blakely to meet me at the same motel, telling her I’d shoot her a message when I had the room number. She had a key to every room since she had some kind of agreement with the owner.
I’d already texted Shaw to let him know I wouldn’t be home tonight. I was sure he’d relay the message to the other guys.
I sighed and leaned my head back against the headrest before looking at him. “Am I never not safe?” I asked him.
Ace glowered at me. “You spent nine years inside, Jax. I’d say you are.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, glaring out the windshield. “One day, I’m going to take a belt to your ass.”
Ace snorted. “I’d probably enjoy it.” I grimaced. He shoved open the truck door and hopped down before turning back to peer in at me. “But seriously, Jax, be safe.”
I nodded once. “I will.”
He closed my door and rounded the hood before pushing open the gate to the clubhouse property. I pulled off the side of the road and back onto the highway, heading for the motel I’d been at last night. And hopefully, Blakely wouldn’t be too far behind me.
A light knock soundedon the motel room door. I set down my phone and padded barefoot across the hardwood floor to open the door. Blakely smiled at me from the other side, the skin she had bared covered in my marks. My cock hardened so fast that for a moment, I was dizzy. I tightened my hold on the door and caressed her body with my eyes, admiring the tight little red dress she had on with matching platform heels.
Fuck, she looked amazing.
Reaching out, I circled my fingers around her wrist and tugged her inside before shutting the door behind her and flipping the lock. A soft gasp of surprise ripped from her sweet lips when I shoved her back against the door.
“Jax—mmmm,” she moaned when I licked into her mouth before claiming her addictive lips. Her arms twined around my neck as she eagerly responded, yet didn’t try to overpower me. I wasn’t a man for kissing; I avoided it like the plague. But fuck, I couldn’t help myself. Not when it came to her.
Gripping her beneath her thighs, I lifted her, pressing her harder against the door. Her ankles hooked behind my back, and she ground her sweet-smelling pussy over my aching length. Her thong was already drenched.
“Jax, please,” she begged as I nipped at the skin of her neck.
Reaching between us, I pulled my cock out of my sweats and then pulled her thong aside. She cried out when my cock slammed into her. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I just pulled out and shoved right back into her sopping channel. The doorrattled with each thrust, and I had no doubt the people in the rooms on either side of us could hear her begs and moans.
I sank my teeth into her collarbone, and she screamed, her pussy walls tightening around me as she creamed my cock. I slammed my hand against the door beside her head and attacked her lips again. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I ground my pubic bone into her clit before fucking up hard into her again.
I licked a stripe up her neck before circling my hand around her throat, cutting off her airflow. Her eyes went all hazy, and her lips softly parted as she fully submitted to me.
“That’s my good girl,” I rumbled. She whined. “Come for me, Blakely.”
As if she was just waiting on my command, her warmth flooded my cock again, and I growled before pulling out of her, coming all over her pretty, red dress.
“Here,”I said softly, feeding her a grape. Blakely parted those sweet lips and took the grape in her mouth, chewing it as she closed her eyes again. I ran my fingers through her hair, my heart knocking hard against my breastbone when she snuggled closer to me. Her firm tits pressed against my chest, her nipples hard, but I ignored how good both of them felt.
Just wished it was as easy to ignore howrightshe felt being in my arms like this. Like she belonged right here with me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her.
“Sleepy but good. Really good,” she murmured, her warm breath fanning my neck. “Can I shut my eyes for a few minutes?”
“Sure, sweet girl,” I said quietly, the term of endearment slipping past my lips before I could stop it. Using it during sex was one thing. When I wasn’t making her delirious with pleasure… it felt like it meant something more. “Just rest.”