Her skin was perfect, fair, and milky. The dossier we’d received earlier in the day said she was twenty-six. She looked it. Her tits were teardrops with luscious tips. She shuddered, making them quiver. Goosebumps erupted along her arms, her stomach.
Jax’s needle stilled as he peeked up at her. “Holy fuck.”
“Keep working,” I urged. “The faster we get sewn up, the faster we can take what we want.” The stings resumed along my calf.
She pushed her chin out, uncharacteristically defiant, and let her gaze travel down the scar along my face. Her eyebrow quirked up a fraction.
“Want to know how I got it, princess?”
She blinked hard, as if remembering where she was. She nodded only slightly.
“About five years ago, I was on a job—”
“Oh, here we go,” Jax grumbled.
“Shut the fuck up. Princess wants a bedtime story. I’ll give her one. About five years ago, Jax and I were on the trail of this piece of shit drug importer in Miami. The job paid good, and we already had a plan for how we were going to get the guy. The night of the job, we got another contract. One that could be done quick and easy for a shit ton of cash. Jax and I decided to divide and conquer. So, Jax took the new job and I broke into the importer’s house late one night and crept up on him while he slept. Sound familiar, princess?” I smirked.
“But this story doesn’t have a happy ending like yours is about to.” I licked my lips and bent down to flick my tongue at her nipple. I sucked it in and moved my teeth against it, pleased when it pearled for me.
I pulled back, enjoying the quick heartbeat at her throat, the flutter that showed me how scared she was.
“It was a set up. He wasn’t in the house. Someone else was, though. He knocked my fucking lights out from behind before pistol whipping the ever-loving shit out of me. I think he cut my face for spite and then left me for dead. Never saw who did it. Found out later it was another merc like me. Calls himself the Phoenix. The fucker already killed the target and took the bounty. Dick. If I ever find him. Game over.” I slid the blade against the lacy edge of her shorts. “Lucky for you, I survived. And here we are.”
I slipped the knife under the fabric, cutting through the thin material before gripping and pulling her shorts completely off.
“Hey! I’m almost finished. Hold the fuck still,” Jax grated from the floor.
I did hold still. I was mesmerized by her cunt. Totally bare skin. Gorgeous pink. She tried to cross her legs, to hide it from me. I clamped my hand down on her thighs and pushed. Then thought better of it and pulled them apart. Sweet Jesus at her pussy lips, frilled, begging for my mouth. Somehow, she was wet. I could see the slight gleam of her honey welling up and coating her. I looked up to her eyes for a split second. She was biting her lip and a tremor shook her, the cuffs rattling.
“Not wearing any panties, princess? Like a little slut? Jax, you have to see this. Princess is wet as fuck right now.”
She whimpered and tried to push her legs closed. Not a chance. Not even close.
He popped his head over the mattress and got the same view I was enjoying. “Son of a bitch.”
He stood and deftly unbuckled his belt before shucking his pants and boxers to the floor.
“I need to stitch you first, man.” I did. It was true. But I also wanted the first taste. The first thrust into her sweet pussy.
“Fuck that.” He climbed onto the bed and winced. “Shit. . . Yeah. Stitch me. Wait. . .” He pulled the keys from the bedside table and uncuffed her from the bed, turned her around, and recuffed her so she was on her knees. “I have an idea.”
She had ink on her back, some sort of a brilliant bird done in golds and blues. Jax palmed her plump ass, making me tear my eyes from the tattoo and watch what he was doing.
Oh, shit. He was about to steal it. “Are you—”
“Yep.” He smiled and moved her hips to the side before lying down on his back. Then he guided her back on top of him, her legs spread. Her pussy right on his face. He was making her queen him right in front of me.
“Sew me up,” he said and buried his tongue in her cunt.
Motherfucker.
Chapter Five
Jax
She squealed when I stabbed my tongue inside her tight pussy and tried to scramble off me. I slapped her plump ass, one hand on each cheek, until she stopped trying to escape my mouth. I guided her back to where I wanted her.