I petted her, stroking her pink ass, her back. “You taste so good.”
“Oh my God, Jax.” She sighed, so content. I wanted to keep her like that always. But I had more I wanted to do to her first. Flipping her over, I brought a pillow under her ass, then licked her pussy again. I couldn’t get enough. I’d thought the pies she baked were addictive. But I’d never quit craving her pussy as long as I lived.
“Jax,” she blushed, her hand up to her forehead, looking up at me between her legs once again.
“I want more,” I explained, unapologetic. “I had to look but not touch for a long time. But not anymore.” I went down again, taking my time, little licks and sucks making her shiver and sigh. I was going to drown in her orgasms, taking her along with me for the ride. This time, though, I withdrew my tongue before she could get there.
“No!” she whimpered in protest, her breath coming in pants, sweat glistening over her body.
“I want you to come on my cock.” I grinned at her, tearing away the pillow and positioning my crown at her entrance.
“Yes,” she groaned, sitting up, spreading open, readying herself for me. Nothing felt as good as easing into her, pushing into that slick honey, burying myself in her so deep I groaned from my soul.
“Fuck me, Jax.” She rolled her hips, taking me in, as desperate for it as I was. It spurred me on, seeing her so frantic, so urgent. I slipped on a condom and I pounded into her, fierce, relentless, turning her to lie on her back so I could drive her into the bed.
She screamed, tilting her head, clawing at me. Her breasts shook from my pounding. I bent down and sucked on her berry pink tips, grasping her mounds so full and soft as I bit down on her nipples. Someday I’d cum all over them, make her spread it all over her breasts, coating herself, licking it off her fingers. She twisted underneath me, wild, lost. As I thrust in deep, starting to cum, she came apart. I made her mine, cumming so hard I thought I’d black out, hearing her scream out my name.
We lay there, panting, sheets soaked with sweat, her hair a messy tangle. But I wasn’t sorry I’d gone so hard on her. Not when the passion burned between us so bright. Not when the danger we faced was so great. Because while I did my best to reassure her, I knew the risk we were taking. Everything had to go exactly right as we lured Griller into our trap. Or we might not come out of it alive.
17
Sky
Jax and I sat in the SUV, staking out the apartment. I didn’t even know Mike’s girlfriend’s name. I wondered if Jax did. But, really, I didn’t want to know.
“What if they’re not together anymore?” I voiced my fear. “Or what if she sleeps at the apartment with him. You know, now that I’m gone.”
“We can’t worry about that now, Sky. Let’s go with the plan we have. If we need a Plan B, we’ll come up with one.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. But I hated this waiting game. I felt like the longer it went on, the more the chances grew that our cover would get blown. Someone would notice the SUV, parked one too many times in the same damn spot. Or Jax or I would get spotted around town. This thing had to happen fast if it was going to go right.
We needed as few people involved as possible. No Skulls sensing anything was amiss, no Reapers starting to sniff around. But so far, we hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mike.
Finally, around four p.m., his girlfriend came out, dressed in fuck-me boots and a mini dress. Nice. Seemed like a classy lady. The lucky guy wasn’t around, though. I swore, pounding my fist into the seat of the car.
“C’mon. Let’s do a test drive.” Jax tried to distract me. I climbed into the driver’s seat. I’d have to do the driving if we ever actually saw Mike and finally got to attempt this crazy stunt. Jax would have to stay hidden, leading Mike to believe I was all alone, vulnerable. Exactly how he wanted me.
Killing time, we did a test drive of the delivery. That’s what the Reapers were calling it anyway, and it sounded tidier that way. Like Jax and I were delivering a package, UPS pulling up in a brown truck, instead of luring Mike into a trap. A few streets down, I turned onto the freeway. The warehouse was 12.6 miles away, seven exits. I’d memorized it, looked at it on a map, now all that was left was actually driving the route.
Off the exit, after a Dairy Queen, a 7-11 and a gas station, I saw an untended lot. Nothing but gravel and weeds, I pulled into the driveway, feeling like I was up to no good. Which I was. Following it down, we arrived at a boarded up building, wood panels over the few windows, the metal roof dented and rusted through in a few places.
“Let’s go take a look,” Jax suggested. I parked around in back. He led me over to a side door his Reaper contact said would remain open. Jax tested it, and the metal handle moved down in his hands, opening right up. Inside, it was shadowy and cavernous.
“So, when it goes down, you pull right up next to the door. Not so close you can’t get out and open it, but block yourself in with the car. Remember, it’s bullet proof.”
“Yup, right at the door.” We’d gone over it before, how I’d come around in back, assuming Mike would be right behind me. I’d have only seconds to park and dash into the warehouse before he’d draw his gun and shoot.
“They’ll be inside, waiting. But we have to make it over there, then out that door.” He pointed to a bunch of barrels, metal drums. We were going to head alongside them, then escape out through the door in back, heading out again to the SUV.
We tried it out, walking along the route, ducking behind the barrels, out again in a few short steps though the separate door. It all seemed so easy in the light of day, all the time in the world, no one at our heels. How would it go with gunshots ringing out all around me, some directed straight at my back? I wasn’t so sure.
We got some food, used the bathroom, and went back to waiting. Waiting. Until finally, just when I thought I was going cross-eyed, when I was ready to call it quits and tell Jax we needed Plan B, we saw them.
Griller and his girl. She clung to his arm like she loved him. My eyes narrowed. I wondered if he hurt her the way he’d hurt me. I bet he did. Or if he wasn’t there yet, he’d already started with the little things. A shove here, a broken plate there. A man like that only knew violence. Things were sure to escalate.
Maybe they would tonight. But they wouldn’t for long. Because now we knew where to find Mike. All that remained was to set out the bait.
Back at the hotel, Jax made a call. It was time for some Reapers to come on up. They had to stay local, be on standby so they could beat us to the warehouse. The next time we’d see Mike, we’d go for it.
Seeing Griller had frightened me. He was so ruthless. What if he got to me first? He’d kill me quick, no questions asked. What if he didn’t follow me, but waited and watched, finding the right time to get me? Or what if he did call for back up, arriving at the warehouse with an army? Both Jax and I could get shot and killed.
Off the phone, Jax turned to me, kissing me fiercely. He sensed my tension, maybe felt it himself. “I need you naked.” He took off my shirt, slipped down my skirt. I stripped him, too, hungry to feel him against me, craving his touch on what might be our last night together. Off went the bra and panties, down wen
t his briefs. I palmed his cock, so hard for me.
“Can you…” I hesitated, then decided to say it. “Don’t use a condom, Jax. I want you bare.”
“You’re sure?” he whispered.
“I want to feel you cum inside me.”
“I want that, too. I’m clean.”
“I am too.” I guessed I had Mike’s erectile dysfunction to thank for that.
He backed me up, kissing me, and I felt the sofa against the back of my legs. “Turn around and kneel on it.” His voice, low and commanding, drugged me. It wasn’t anything like Mike, the way he used to try to belittle me and make me feel useless. When Jax took control, I trusted him completely.
I knelt, shaking with anticipation. He brought his warm, rough hand to the center of my back and guided me forward. “Hold on.” I loved that I needed to grab hold of something with him, that he was so big and powerful I literally had to anchor myself to take his pounding. I felt my pussy ache in response, a throb of arousal.
I brought my hands to the back of the sofa. He stroked me, his hands roaming my limbs as he watched me there, positioned as he’d told me, completely naked.
Coming to stand behind me, I felt the warmth of his body, his hips at the level of mine. He slid his hand along my side, down my hip, grabbing me there, holding me firm. As he dipped his lips down my throat, I tilted my head back, giving him access. I shivered in response as he licked, then bit my neck.