JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) (5 page)

“I want you.” I say the absolute truth, shaking all over with it, hips swaying, teeth grinding, and pussy dripping with wetness. Fuck! How I want him.

“Put your hand between your legs,” he says, and I eagerly follow instructions. I need release. The second my fingertip touches my wet folds, a cry rolls deep in my throat. “You want me to touch you there?”

“Yes.” I bite my lip, shaking my head.

“Yes. You do,” he tugs on my hair. “That’s it, keep touching that pussy,” his warm lips speak harsh against my neck. “Rub your clit, and don’t fuck around. No playing. Find that spot, the one that makes you come, and stroke it.”

“Jax…” I place my forehead on the wall, rolling it while working myself.

“Where do you want my cock?”

“Right now,” I lick my lips and close my eyes, “I want it in my mouth.” And I’m not into sucking a guy’s dick, but I want to taste his, lick it and suck him off until he blows his load. I want him to surrender and give me everything he’s denied.

“And if I were to put my cock into your mouth, how much of me do you think you could take?”

“All of it,” I say between whimpers.

“No,” his chuckle traces my straining throat with his warm breath. “Em, you couldn’t manage it all.” He pulls my hair harder. “But I’d want it deep, so deep it makes you gag. Would you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh, shit!” My finger moves faster on my clit. Every time he says something, I get that much closer to exploding. “I need to—”

“No. Not yet.” He presses his pelvic hard into my ass, trapping me, and my hand to the wall. I can’t move my fingers. “I’d want to come in your mouth, and I’d expect you to swallow, too.” The thickness of his hard cock crushed up against my ass confirms that he’s right. There’s no way I could fit it all in my mouth, but damn, I’d give a good try.

“Jax, I’d swallow it all.” I try to move my hand, but he’s too strong. “Please, Jax! I need to come.”

He drags me backward by the hair, turns me around, and pins my hands to the wall. I barely make out the silhouette of his body that’s now in front of mine, but I feel it all through me. “Kiss me,” I breathe in the darkness.

“Sorry, Em,” his deep voice scraps over my skin, “but there’ll be no kissing today.”

“What?” I blink, trying to see him more clearly.

“You need to learn that your body is meant for more than just looking pretty or to tease men. Among other things, it’s meant to feel, too.”

“Believe me, there are all kinds of feeling going on right now.”

“Oh. I know. But if I do decide to fuck you, I’m gonna want to experience all of your layers, touch and feel every one of them. ”

“What do you mean
if
you decide?”

“I told you before, I’m very selective,” his lips brush along my neck, “about whose pie I eat.” Mouth barely touching me, it moves up my chin, past my cheek, stilling at my ear. “Now, I’m gonna go take that shower.” He pulls my bra and shirt down over my chest. “Then I’m going to the bar.” His fingers find my skirt, and he tugs that down, too. “And while I’m away, I expect you to behave yourself.”

With the wall behind me, holding my trembling body erect, the room comes to life with light. I barely catch a glimpse of Jax’s arm as he disappears from the door. I look around at the small office, still catching my breath. I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. Holy shit! I touch my thundering chest. I’m definitely in trouble here.

CHAPTER SIX

I get out of the shower, dry myself off, get dressed, and stop by Slate’s room. I flick on the light. He’s asleep, curled up in a ball with a sheet tangled around him. Whenever I see him like this, I want to go over and hold my little brother, and then I want to beat the shit out of the man he’s become. At the rate he’s going, he’ll be dead before he makes it to my age. I don’t know what I can do to help him. I watch for his breaths, for the slow rise and fall of his chest. When I’m convinced that he’s okay, I flick the light switch off and head back to the bar to deal with Emmie Rue. That is if she’s still here.

I wouldn’t blame her for leaving; I left the woman all keyed up in my office. While I was in the shower, I rubbed one out imagining her still in there, fingers deep inside her slick wetness. Fuck. I wanted to touch her. I’m glad I couldn’t, though. That’s not the way I’d want to take her, at least, not for the first time.

I reach the front bar. The place is jam packed. Scanning the room, I spot Em at the bar and I let out the breath I didn’t realize that I was holding. Fuck, I’m not sure how I feel about how relieved I am that she’s still here. 

“Jax,” Rusty, my best bartender comes sprinting over to me. “Can you watch the bar for a few,” she presses her thighs together and leans forward, “I gotta pee.”

Just like Rusty for the visual. “Yeah,” I laugh, “wouldn’t want any accidents behind the bar.”

“Thanks.” She gives me a quick smile and takes off to the bathroom.

I shimmy my way through the crowd and slide behind the bar. “Ya, what can I get you ladies,” I say to three brunettes decked out in their best fuck-me clothes.

“Your number,” the one with blood red fingernails holding the money says as her eyes rake over me. I put my hands on the bar, smile, and wait. It usually works. “You’re not given that out though, are you, handsome,” she says. I shake my head. “Okay,” she gives me a cute pout, “then gimme two light beers, whatever’s on tap, and do you have wine?”

“We got Merlot or Zinfandel, that’s it.”

“Okay, Merlot. Thanks,” she turns to say something to her friend.

I spin around to pour the beers and the wine, glance up, and I can’t hold back any longer. I look over at Em. She’s watching me as I lean forward to hand the drinks to the women.

Dagger-nails slides the money across the bar. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks.” I go to grab the cash and her hand lands on top of mine.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give me your number?”

“Sorry, hon,” I smile, trying to keep the customer somewhat happy, “but my number’s already taken.”

“Well, she’s a lucky girl.” She pulls her hand back. Yeah, lucky, now I don’t know about that. “Gotta respect an honest man. They sure are hard to come by these days.” She winks at me and takes her drink.

I pick up the money, toss it in the till, and take a few more orders. Rusty comes back, looking relieved. “Oh my God, I thought my bladder was going to burst. Melody’s been busy in the back. But I’m good. Thanks, Jax.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She shoos me away with a hand.

I wander down to the end of the bar to Em and her friends, rest my elbows on it, and lean in. “Hey, Rayna,” I say and nod at the other woman with them.

“How the hell are ya, Jax?” Rayna slaps her hand on the bar.

I can see she has a good buzz going on. I always liked the girl. She was good for Slate. “I’m doin’ okay,” I say. She looks good, too. Shit, I hope she doesn’t ask about Slate.

“So, you and your brothers own this place?”

“Yeah, opened it a couple years back. It’s doin’ okay.”

“Looks like it,” Rayna glances around. “Watched you fight, you kicked ass.”

“Yeah, he did,” Melody says, as she walks up with an empty tray in her hand. “The last time I saw you fight was eons ago. Shit. Who was it,” she stares at me then her eyes light up. “Oh, I remember! It was that guy you went to the prom with,” she turns to Emmie Rue. “What was his name?”

“Garret Roberts,” Emmie says, and I feel her eyes burning into me. I don’t look at her. But, hey, we both know that fucker had it coming for what he did to her back in high school. So, yeah when he walked in here and signed up for a fight, I made sure it was me he was gonna be in the cage with. He was, after all, now a legal age for me to kick his ass.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Melody points at me. “I was surprised to see your name next to Garret’s on the roster that night. That fight lasted what, like thirty seconds. You slaughtered him, and,” she glances at the girls, “Jax never fights.”

“Yeah, I can’t afford to end up with a concussion or something. Then who’d manage the bills and keep the staff in line here?” I smile at Melody.

“So what reason did you have to fight tonight,” Em says.

“Slate was supposed to fight, wasn’t he,” Melody jumps in.

I nod my head and glance at Rayna. Fuck.

Her eyes go wide. “Slate fights?”

“Yeah,” Melody leans in toward Rayna, “and don’t tell Zeke, but Slate brings in the biggest crowd. Sorry, I didn’t tell ya your ex owns this place, but honestly, he’s rarely here, only comes when he fights, and I heard earlier that he wasn’t gonna be on tonight.”

I see Rayna’s mouth about to open. But needing to sway away from a conversation that involves my fucked-up little bro with his ex-girlfriend, I say, “So, who’s your friend, here?” I look over at the cute redhead next to Rayna.

“Oh,” Rayna blinks, “this is, ah…Lurlene.”

“Nice to meet you.” I smile, and after Lurlene returns the gesture, my eyes wander over to Em. Like when I was serving those chicks at the bar, and when she discovered I kicked her prom date’s ass, she’s vigilantly watching me.

“Ah,” Lurlene says, “Rayna and I are going to go check out what’s happening in the back bar. Wanna join us, Melody?” I get the sense she’s trying to give me and Emmie Rue some alone time. I like the girl already, and I’m all good with it. Besides, I don’t want to talk about Slate. I’m not sure what I’d tell Rayna.

“I’ll meet up with you. I need to get some drinks for a customer first,” Melody says, and then she heads behind the bar.

Not taking her eyes from mine, Em stirs the straw around in her drink. When the girls take their leave, she lifts the glass up for a sip. “I bet that happens a lot,” she says setting her glass back down.

“What’s that,” I arch a brow, “naughty girls following me into dark rooms after a fight?”

“No, smartass,” she scowls, cheeks flaring bright red. “I was talking about the woman hitting on you at the bar,” she says, back to stirring her drink with those beautiful blue eyes glaring up at me.

“Oh, those ladies.” I smile. “They’re just drunk.” I shrug. “Nothin’ to worry about.”

“I’m not worried. I’ve never been the jealous type.”

“I wasn’t talking about you, princess.” I chuckle. “They’re nothin’ that I need to worry about.” I grin.

“Yeah, ‘cause if they’re bad, you’ll just spank them, huh?”

“Come on, Em, admit it.”

“Admit what,” she glares at me.

I lean toward her. “You liked havin’ that ass spanked.”

She bends in closer to me. “You call
that
an ass spankin’?”

A smile breaks across my lips, my cock liking her answer. “I thought it was all a princess could handle.”

“Then I guess we were both duped, huh?”

Damn! I want to drag her across the bar, yank her skirt up around her waist, and give her ass a proper spanking. Beat it red. Instead, I hold my smile, pull my cell from my pocket, and slide it across the bar. “Here, put your number in there, in case I want to call you.”

“Oh,” she picks up the cell, a small grin spreading over her lips, “you’re gonna call me,” she says, tapping the screen.

“Always the confident one.” I rest my forearms on the bar.

“It really doesn’t pay to be anything else.” She pushes the phone back to me. “And you will call me.”

“We’ll see,” I lean in toward her and lower my voice, “but until then, I want that pussy of yours untouched, and that includes even by your hand.”

“What?” Her pink lips purse as she rests her chin on her hands and peers up at me. “You don’t want to think about me finishing what you started back in that room?”

“No need to,” I sway closer to those pretty, luscious lips, “I already imagined that while I was in the shower.”

“And how’d that go for you?”

“Just as you can
imagine
.”

“Oh, I’m imaging, Jax.”

“Em, you couldn’t begin to imagine the things that I’d do to you. Now, you make sure that pussy of yours goes unscathed.”

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll discover that not only do I know how to help a damsel in distress, but I also know how to put a damsel into distress. And besides eating pie, another talent I have,” I further lean my body across the bar to gain access to her ear, “I’m a master when it comes to discipline.”

“Promises, promises, promises,” she views me from the corner of her eye, “that’s all I’m hearing from you, Jax Declan. I’m starting to think you’re nothin’ but all talk.”

“Is that right,” I laugh, “‘cause your eyes, they’re sayin’ something else, Em. They’re telling me that the bad girl in you is hoping that just ain’t true. In fact, I’m thinking she’s tempted to test me. She’s curious about what other disciplines I might have in mind for her. But let me warn you, when it comes to a woman’s skin, I like to see it flushing red. And I like to make it that way with the firm touch of the palm of my hand.” Yeah, it’s risky putting that out there, but I need to know if I’m going to scare her, or if maybe she’ll be able to handle me.

My heart starts beating again until another small smile slowly slips across her lips. “Now look who’s doing the teasing.”