JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) (10 page)

I jerk the door open and walk in. Em’s still sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer and talking with Rusty. Now that the fight has started, the front bar has cleared out; just a few customers linger at a table in the far corner of the room.

“I was just telling your friend, Emmie here,” Rusty says with an easy-to-read smile, “that your groupies are such a pain in the ass.”

I grin at Rusty. I haven’t told her about Em, but that girl doesn’t miss a thing. She must’ve seen me talking with Em the other night, and considering I don’t philander with the ladies at JZS’s, she put two and two together.

“Hey, Em,” I say, walking behind the bar, my eyes not leaving hers.

“Jax,” she offers me a tight smile. I sense she’s not buying Rusty’s excuse for Lisa. But, hell, she’s still here.

“Well,” Rusty drops the towel draped over her shoulder onto the bar, “think I’m gonna check to see if the ladies need anything in the back room before you head out. Nice meeting you, Em.”

“You, too,” Em’s eyes shift from me to Rusty and her smile softens. “I like her,” she says when Rusty clears the room.

“So do I. Hired her two years ago, and I’m not sure what we’d do without her.” I gaze at her. “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure your groupie’s too happy about it.”

“She means nothing—”

“I told you before I’m not really the jealous type.”

“You shouldn’t be.” I reach out and take her small stubborn chin between my fingers. “You know what you are, don’t you?”

“No, Jax.” Her eyes sparkle like an envious blue moon. “What am I?”

 “You’re my beautiful Em.”

“Yours. Really? And what makes you think that?”

“Hey,” I hear to the right of my ear.

“Yeah?” I shoot my eyes to a patron across the bar, wanting nothing more than to tell him to fuck off.

“Can I get a Guinness?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it on over to your table.”

“Thanks, dude.”

I nod. “Guess I better get his beer.”

“Yeah,” her pretty lips quirk, “we can finish our conversation a little later.”

“Sure, this Guinness is gonna take a few to pour anyway.” I grab a glass from under the counter.

“Why? Is there some kind of technique to pouring beer now?”

“With a Guinness, yeah, it takes a patient hand.” I place the glass beneath the spout.

“How so?”

“First, you have to tilt the glass at a 45 degree level, fill it halfway, and then,” I set the glass of dark beer and foam on the counter, “you wait for it to settle.”

“How long do you have to wait?”

“Until it relaxes.” I rest my hands on the bar, “but I’m a patient man, Em,” I look into her eyes, “and I know how to wait for things, especially when it comes to the things that I want.”

“And,” she sets her chin into the palm of her hand, “just what do you want?”

I smile and glance at the glass. “Time for the next step.” I pick the glass up. “Now, you place the tap directly over the middle of the foam and slowly fill it to the top.” I watch the beer but feel Em’s eyes on me. “There,” I set it again on the bar.

“It’s ready?”

“It looks like it, but no,” I grin at her, “and no matter how thirsty you are for it, if you want to really enjoy it, you have to wait just a little longer.”

“I can’t wait any longer, Jax,” she says, and I get the notion that she’s not talking about the Guinness.

“What are you sayin’? You relaxed and settled, Em?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re not ready? Like this beer, even after all its preparation, there’s more to come.” I pick up the glass and walk around the bar.

She places her hand on my arm. “What’s left besides drinking it?”

“You don’t merely drink it.” I lean down. “You wrap your hand around it, slide your thumb along all its wetness, pick it up, and then you take your time, sipping, tasting, swallowing, and absorbing every fucking delicious bit of it. And even after it’s gone from the glass, it’s not finished with you yet. It’s gonna run all through your veins, making your body tingle all over, and leaving you wanting more.”

“Stop fucking with me, Jax.” She lets go of my arm.

“Oh, princess, I haven’t begun to fuck with you yet,” I smile and walk over to the guy to give him his Guinness.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I watch Jax walk away. When I got his text, I thought about not coming. He’s controlled this relationship for far too long. Teasing me, denying me, and confusing me. Still, when he says, I’m beautiful, damn if I don’t fall right for it. A part of me wants to believe that he’s interested in seeing where this goes, too.

He obviously doesn’t want anything to do with the woman he was talking to when I walked in the bar. That whole relationship seems more like a stalker syndrome to me. I heard what he said to her. I almost felt sorry for her, yet in the same instant, I wanted to scratch her eyes out when I saw them kissing. It’s not as if I have some kind of right to Jax. No matter how bad I want him, he doesn’t belong to me.

Tonight, though, I’m going to push him. Tonight, he will be mine.

Rusty comes up, carrying a few empty bottles. “Ew, Guinness. I hate when someone orders that, takes forever to pour.” I hear the glass clink as she drops the bottles behind the bar. She smiles at me then turns to Jax, who’s now at my side. “I’ll take over from here.”

“Thanks, Rusty,” Jax says and looks down at me. “Wanna stick around, watch the fight, and have another beer with me?”

“Sure,” I say, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere until I get what I want.

“Here ya go,” Rusty sets two beers on the bar. “It’s on the house.” She winks at me. “I don’t think the boss will mind.”

“Thanks.” I grab my beer and follow Jax into the back room. The music blares with the lights dimmed low all accept the ones over the cage where people gather around and shout for a winner. I don’t want to watch the fight. I don’t want to drink a beer. I want to start pushing. “So, Jax. What’s going on here?” He continues through the bar. “Jax.” I grab his arm.

“What?” He looks down at me from over his shoulder.

“What’s happening here?”

His eyebrows gather. “I thought we were gonna watch the fight.”

“No. What’s going on between you and me?”

“Em,” his head tilts as he turns to face me, “you know what’s going on here.”

“No. I don’t.” I gaze up at him. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

“You want to do this right now?” His forehead creases. “Do you need some kind of validation? Need a show, Em. You feel the need to show this entire room what’s happing here.”

“No.” I get he’s a reserved man, and he’s not about public display. “Just stop fucking with me, messing with my head, playing games. I don’t care who knows about us. All I want to know is what you want.”

“Fuck,” he throws a hand in the air and starts to walk away. Apparently, my push works, but it’s pushing him away!

“Jax!”

He turns and sets his beer on some random table he passes. A few long strides brings him back to me. He grabs my arms and pulls me against his hard body. “This is not how tonight was supposed to go down,” he rasps. “Just have a little patience, princess.”

“First, tell me what you want.” I lift my chin. “It’s an easy enough question to answer.” I throw his words back at him from the other night.

“What I want.” He bends down closer, eyes scanning my face as though he’s contemplating saying the answer. “Em,” he breathes out my name, hands tightening on my arms, “what I ever only wanted,” his mouth is now nearly touching mine, “is you.” He leans in and our lips finally meet. Everything around us stops. The shouting audience, the grunts and smacks coming from the cage, and the music, it all deafens. Even the blood in my veins still, all that exists is Jax’s unrestricted mouth on mine.

“Fuck, Em.” He pulls back from the kiss, eyes dark and unreadable. “Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and proceeds to pull me along with him to the back door.

“Where are we going?”

“To my place.” He yanks the door open.

“Why?”

“To fuck,” he says, voice hard as steel. Face determined. He struts down the hall pulling me along with him. I’m not about to argue. This is what I want. Still when we arrive at the door, my nerves start to claw from the inside out. He takes out his keys, unlocks the door, and guides me through the back way to his room. He lets go of my hand. I enter, dragging my damaged nerves with me. He follows behind, slamming the door closed. His hand lands on my chest. He pushes me. I hit the wall. His chest rises and falls as he gazes down at me.

He sets a hand on the wall to the left of me. “I was gonna do this right, Em.” He places his other hand to the right of me, trapping me. “We were gonna have a couple beers. I’d flirt with you, and I’d let you tease me, just as you’ve been doing for years. Then after we played your game, I’d bring you back here, and I’d go slow, taking what I want.” His hands slip to my shoulders. “But, now,” he grips my shirt. “Now, I’m going to take you the way I want.” He yanks my top down and gathers my shirt in his hands. It tightens around my waist, trapping my arms to my sides. With his other hand, he pulls my tits out of my bra.
His
palm slips beneath my heavy breast and his thumb runs gently over my dimpled flesh. Damn him and that precise thumb. “Now, we’re gonna play the way I like.” His hand flips up and the tips of his fingers strike my breast. Oh shit, I was not expecting that. I cry out from the sting and the surprising pleasure of it. “And when I get through with you,” he lightly taps my stinging nipple again, “not only will my mark be all over your beautiful body,” he grabs my chin, tilts my head back, and glares down at me, “it’ll also be deep inside of you.” He kisses me with the same aggression of his touch, and every part of me shakes with expectancy. His fingers pluck my sore nipple as he devours my lips, his hot tongue thrashing violently with mine.

He draws back, jaw clenched, eyes wild with desire. They scrape to my neck, past my shoulders to my aching breasts. “Fuck, Em.” He pats my nipple with his fingers. “You are fucking beautiful.” His hand comes down quick and hard on my breast. My back arches, pressing closer for his red-hot touch. “Oh, ya like that?” He taps me again, but I’m still trying to catch each breath as my body trembles for him. “Answer me.” His hand flips, striking my other breast.

“Yes,” I cry out. I flinch when his firm hand slaps me harder. “Oh, God, it feels good.”

“Princess, I’m gonna make you feel good all over.” He releases my shirt and steps back. “Take your clothes off.” Without a lick of hesitance, I strip the material free from my burning skin. Beneath hooded eyes, he quietly watches, and patiently waits. “Back against the wall, spread your legs,” he says. Pulling his shirt off, he tosses it on the floor.

Damn! The muscles of his chest, the tightness of his abdomen, and the tatts—he’s pure perfection. My heartbeat thrashes beneath my throbbing breasts as I again do as I’m told.  

“Don’t move unless you’re asked.” He moves in, those dark eyes keeping me firmly in my place.  His hand lifts, and then it comes down hard on my surging breast. I love the feel of his strength. The relentless bite on my flesh charges me, makes me want more.  

“Fuck, Jax!” His hand lifts again, my body stiffens, but he doesn’t strike me this time. He scoops my breast into his warm firm palm and gently squeezes. His head bends downward toward my engorged tip. He gazes up at me from beneath the lids of those sinfully dark eyes as his mouth covers my ripe nipple. His heavy lids lower and a growl vibrates from his lips. He suckles and bites my heated tip, all the while rasping softly against my tingling skin.

Rough kisses score up my body, finally making it to my mouth just as his hand moves between my legs. Fuck, he’s making me want him so bad. Right now, I’d let him do anything to me. He arches away from the kiss and gazes at me for a few quiet seconds. “Tell me, Em, have you been a good girl?”

I know what he’s asking. “Yes.”

His fingers slip a little high up between my thighs, and he stops. “You haven’t played with yourself?”

“No.” God, I need him to touch my pussy. “I waited for you.”

A sexy smile touches his lips. “Good girl.” His hands move to my wrists. “Spread yourself wide so I can see what
I’ve
waited for.”

His eyes stay on mine as he guides my hands downward and holds them so I can again do as instructed. I open my lower lips for him. I’m wet as hell. His head shifts back and he glances down at my hands as a small smile curves his full lips. “You’re dripping.” The tips of his fingers glide slowly over my exposed flesh. They slide all the way to my ass. I feel the pressure of his fingers at my taut entrance before he comes back to my pussy. Damn, that little tease was exhilarating. I can’t hold back another long-winded cry. “Ah, like your ass played with. That’s good.” His finger enters my pussy hard and fast, and I release another whimper. “Like the rest of you, I’ll be taking that eventually, too.” Holy shit is he really talking about fucking me in the ass. His eyes flash to me. “Ah, I see you’re a little nervous about that?” I nod, biting my bottom lip, still a bit shamefully curious. “That’s good. It tells me that no one else has given you that pleasure yet.” His thumb rubs lightly over the hood of my clit. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle at first when it comes to that,” he says, stroking me to oblivion. “But, right now,” his finger pulls out from me, and the touch of his thumb disappears, “I want to play with your pussy,” he says, lightly tapping it a couple times.