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That mini skirt of hers barely covered anything, and it rode way up as she sat on me. I rested my other hand along her thigh, tracing my fingers along her silky skin. “Slip off your panties for me,” I whispered.
With a shy, flirtatious look into my eyes, she started shimmying them off her hips. Down they went, past her ankles, onto the floor where they belonged. She giggled, suddenly self-conscious as she wriggled back into my lap, her legs clasped together.
Hand at the back of her neck, I held her, stroking her, letting her know I had her. I’d keep her safe. She could let herself be vulnerable, open up, reveal everything to me. “Your pussy’s so sweet,” I murmured into her ear, my hand up to circle her breast. “Show it to me.”
With a whimper of surrender, she shifted on my lap. My cock stirred under her ass. Slowly, she parted her thighs.
“Look how wet you are,” I murmured my approval, gazing at her glistening pink sex, swollen and gushing with need. “Looks like you liked going down on me.”
“I loved it,” she moaned, opening her thighs wider as I stroked them. She panted at my touch.
“Oh, Sky,” I murmured, running a hand up her leg as I circled her nipple. “We’re going to have so much fun together.” Lightly, teasing, testing, I pinched her aching nipple through the cloth. If she didn’t like it, I’d lay off. I could be more gentle with her. If I had to.
I didn’t have to. She groaned, her lips parting, her back arching as I deepened the pinch, twisting her nipple in my thick fingers. She didn’t like it. She loved it.
My fingers close to her dripping pussy, her thighs wide apart, I dipped my head down to her nipple to take her into my hot mouth. I wanted to play with her, test her reactions. Discover what she liked. If she moaned at a pinch, how would she like a bite?
But a knock sounded at the door. First soft, then a loud, insistent rap.
“All right. Time to go.”
Straightening up, I groaned in frustration. That was right, we were in a nightclub trying to strike a deal with ruthless, amoral killers to get rid of Sky’s husband. How easy it was to forget the details.
Sky sat up as well, looking drugged and dazed. “Time to go?” she asked, as if she, too, had forgotten everything but our connection.
“I have to go talk to the big guy again.”
“Oh, right.” She shook her head, trying to clear it. I helped her stand and straighten out her skirt. It felt wrong, her clothes were supposed to be coming off, not covering more of her. But the time for that was not now. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” She echoed my thoughts.
“Me too.” I zipped myself up, kissing her head. Seeing her panties thrown on the floor, I balled them up and put them in my pocket.
“Wait, Jax—” She reached for them, sounding embarrassed. “I still have to walk through the club.”
“I’ll walk you out and get you a ride home,” I assured her. “I’m going to keep these for now. Until the next time I can taste you.”
She smiled, allowing me to open the door and guide her out. I hated the guys checking her out, their eyes glued to her luscious curves. Mine, I wanted to growl, wanting to punch them all. But none of them touched her, and I didn’t need to be starting fights, so I just steered us straight for the exit. Outside, Zeke already had two guys waiting to escort her home, then stay outside the house making sure she stayed safe.
“I’ll be back soon.” I kissed her again, one more time, quickly, promising her what I hoped more than what I knew.
She nodded, then disappeared into the back seat of the car.
“They’ll get her home safe,” Zeke reassured me, turning me back into the club. “Damn, I’ve never seen you have it this bad.”
“Anything happens to her, I’ll kill the guy responsible.”
“Like I said.” Zeke shook his head. I didn’t even try to argue.
15
Sky
I made it back to Zeke’s no problem. I let myself into the empty house, knowing I might be alone but I was not unguarded. The two Reapers who’d driven me home would stay out front making sure I was safe.
But I wouldn’t truly feel safe again until Jax came back. I still felt drunk off him, could still taste him on my tongue, feel the way he’d made me cum so hard. I took a long shower, savoring the heat, touching myself under the flow of the water. I didn’t make myself orgasm again, though. That I wanted to save for him, show him what he did to me.
No one had ever rocked my world like that. No one had even come close. Just his hands on me as we stood talking to other people had made my entire body tingle. Maybe it was all the buildup, months and months of aching. But that could go either way. I’d had a crush on a boy in high school for a long time. Then, the night we’d finally kissed, he’d licked my face like a sloppy dog. Too much anticipation could simply lead to a huge let-down.
That hadn’t happened with Jax. The feel of his large, rough hands on my skin, it sent shivers through me just remembering the heat of his touch. Under the table, the way he’d reached under my skirt, how he’d talked to me. I was usually so shy about public displays of affection, could never forget that someone might be watching. It usually dampened any possibility of arousal, but with Jax? He’d turned it into something edgy, made me feel so naughty. When he’d coaxed me, telling him to cum just for him, I think I might have orgasmed just from the suggestion. He was so masterful, the way he stroked me, played with me.
I ran the warm spray of the shower over my breasts, my nipples still stiff. He’d gotten me so worked up. I couldn’t believe I’d gone down on him, right in the back room of the club. I’d never been so forward, so bold. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the moment, knowing we might not have too many other chances together.
I knew we were playing with fire. We had been all along, our attraction pulling us together even when so much should have kept us apart. Now, we were making a deal with the devil, shaking hands with the Iron Reapers to do away with a Sacrificial Skull.
And not just any Skull. My husband. We were still married. I’d taken off the ring, but that didn’t change our status. And there I was, handing him over, probably about to play an active role in arranging his death.
That probably made me a bad person. But I couldn’t see any other way. And he’d certainly left a trail of destruction in his wake. It wasn’t just me he’d hurt. He’d killed a dog? Scooped out some guy’s eye with a spoon? What the hell? He was deranged. Maybe he’d gotten worse over the years I’d known him. I could tell myself that.
I shut off the shower and toweled off, blow-drying my hair so I wouldn’t go to bed with it wet. And I hoped Jax might come home before I slipped into the sheets. That way we could do it together.
But he didn’t g
et home. I got into bed by myself, turned out the light and breathed in the scent of him from the T-shirt of his I wore. I touched myself some more, still slick and aroused from our night. He’d tasted so good, felt so amazing in my mouth, down my throat. I’d never enjoyed giving a blow job before, but with Jax I’d craved doing it.
Down on my knees between his legs, watching his face overwhelmed with lust, hearing him groan as my tongue swirled over his head, I’d gotten close to cumming myself. I wanted to do it again to him, and again, playing with different rhythms, strokes, watching his every reaction, figuring out everything about him to give him the greatest pleasure.
When I woke up in the morning, he was passed out on the couch, still in his clothes. I thought about waking him up, and all the ways I could do it. He looked so gorgeous, such a blend of tough and tender as he lay there in his badass, muscled six-foot-three body sound asleep.
But, I suddenly felt shy. What we’d done last night, it had been crazy, wild. Forced into playing roles, we’d both gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. The adrenaline, the danger, we’d gotten carried away and maybe that was all it meant to him. Maybe I was the one attaching so much to it, feeling like my heart now beat solely for him.
I pulled on my jeans and headed to the bathroom to wash up. In the kitchen, I made some coffee and ate some cereal by myself. I bet Zeke and Jax had stayed out really late. On the counter, I noticed a phone. Underneath it, on a piece of paper someone had written “Sky”. It was probably the phone Jax had said he’d get for me, the one that couldn’t be traced. I’d wait until he woke up to ask him for sure. The last thing I wanted to do was lead anyone to us.
At last, around noon, Jax made it out of the bedroom. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, the one I’d made a couple hours earlier long gone. We didn’t have much food in the house, but I made him some toast and buttered it.
“Thanks, Sky.” He drank a few big glasses of water and downed the toast and coffee.
