Jaxie's Menage (6 page)

Rachel nodded, and then
knocked loudly on the men’s restroom door. When there was no
answer, she pushed the cart into the men’s restroom.

Ewan sighed as he watched
the bathroom door close behind her.

Jaxie was lucky to have
such a nice friend. She appeared so sincere and concerned for
Jaxie’s well being.

A hell of alot
more than I’ve been doing.
He frowned as he
strolled down the hallway. A moment later, he twisted the knob on
her office door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and just
as small and chaotic as he remembered.

It smelled
of
her
too.

Freshness and flowers.
He’d always loved that unique smell of hers. It was what had
attracted him to her in the first place when they’d run into each
other, quite literally, right outside a local
restaurant.

Ewan had almost knocked
Jaxie off her feet when he rounded a corner of the restaurant and
she’d been right in front of him. He hadn’t been able to stop in
time and bumped right into her. Profusely apologizing and so
embarrassed at almost injuring her, he’d instantly fallen in love
with her scent and her smile. And the rest of her.

He’d been alone. She’d
been alone. There had been only one table available with a possible
half-hour wait for another. He’d told her to take it. She’d invited
him to eat with her. They’d moved in together a month later. Two
years later, he’d moved out.

That had been more than a
year ago, and he still missed her like crazy.

He grinned as he gazed
around the room. A bookshelf lined one wall. It was cluttered and
overflowing with papers and binders. Her desk wasn’t any better.
The only time it ever got cleared was when they’d made love on
it.

So many times.

His shaft hardened at the
memories of lifting her dress, and then thrusting his aching cock
deep inside her pussy. He’d loved hearing her sharp inhalation as
he withdrew and then thrust into her again. And again.

He enjoyed how her eyes
widened as he kept her from climaxing. He’d make her hold onto the
pleasure until she was panting and whimpering. Sometimes she was so
loud that he swore if anyone had been outside in the hallway,
they’d know what was going on in her office.

He dipped his hand into
his jacket pocket and withdrew the cell. He placed it on her desk
right by her black purse…

What the
hell
?

Why was Jaxie’s purse
here? Rachel had said Jaxie wasn’t here.

Suddenly, Jaxie’s private
bathroom door opened and she stepped out.

He tensed the instant she
saw him. Her scent swept around him and trapped him. He should
leave, yet he couldn’t move. It was the old moth-drawn-to-the-flame
scenario.

Shit
.

It appeared he’d popped
by the club on Vampire Night. She wore a sexy black dress that
hugged all her curves. She’d dyed her hair black and she’d had her
bangs cut straight across. Unless it was a wig.

Her lips were blood red
and she looked like a vampire seductress coming out to play all
night…or maybe to have sex with a stranger.

Jealousy crackled through
him.

“
What are you
doing here?” he snapped.

Her perfectly arched
eyebrows dipped in disapproval and she snarled, giving him a great
view of her fake fanged teeth.

Sexy pointed
teeth.

He wouldn’t mind running
his tongue over those fake fangs. His penis jerked against his
pants.

“
Umm, I work
here,” she replied. Irritation laced her voice.

“
I was told
you wouldn’t be here.”

She frowned. “Which leads
me to ask, why are you here?”

He picked up the cell
he’d place on her desk and held it up for her to see.

“
I’m being
your errand boy. I was told this belonged to you. We all know how
you can’t live without constant interruptions compliments of your
cell.” Anger laced his voice. He tried to rein it in, but it was
useless. Too many memories had put him into a sour mood.

“
That’s not
mine. Mine’s in my purse.”

Quickly, she brushed past
him. Her shoulder touched his as she dug her cell phone out of her
purse. It looked just like the one he’d brought here.

She was close. Way too
close. He could reach out and kiss that anger right out of her.
Kiss it right out of him too.

He should, just for the
hell of it.

“
Who gave you
the idea I was missing my phone?” she griped as she dropped it back
into her purse and turned to face him.

Her body heat ignited
extreme awareness inside him. He’d always liked the way her warm
body had greeted him after a long cold day of rescuing
people.

“
Royce said
that Amanda found it. Apparently, you were talking to her the other
day when you were by the headquarters. Then Rachel just said you’d
lost yours.”

A smiled played on her
lips. She shook her head.

“
I think we’ve
been duped.”

“
Duped?” Like
he’d come over here for nothing?

“
It seems
Royce and Rachel are trying to play matchmaker. They should
seriously leave the job to an expert. They know we are over. You
made it quite clear a year ago, and it was solidly put back into my
mind when I came over the other day to thank you for saving my
life.”

Guilt swept over
him.

“
I apologize
for behaving that way. I was…” Was what? Taken by surprise at being
aroused while seeing her with Royce? Or running from her so he
wouldn’t get burned again?

Man, she really did smell
good. And that red lipstick on her plump lips sparkled an
invitation in the dim light. He’d always enjoyed kissing her when
she was mad.

“
You were
what?” she asked in a suddenly soft voice.

His eyes snapped away
from her sweet looking lips to her wary gaze.

For a second, he didn’t
know what she was questioning him about. Then his brain snapped
back to reality and he remembered why he should stay away from her.
He was the moth…

“
I was
working. I didn’t have time to stay and chat.”

Anger darkened her
eyes.

“
Well,
I
am working, so if you’ll
excuse me, I have a vampire party to host. Maybe I’ll even pick up
a very well-hung vamp for a one-night stand. I’m sure he’ll treat
me a hell of a lot better than you treated me the other day…and
tonight. You can show yourself out,” she said in an icy
voice.

Wow, she sure did know
how to dismiss a guy. The cold bitch. Fury gripped him.

He was about to turn away
and stomp out, but the disappointed look on her face a second
before she turned away from him, stopped him cold.

She noticed his
hesitation and suddenly appeared nervous.

“
I forgot my
cape,” she mumbled.

She made a move toward
the bathroom, but he grabbed her by her elbow and spun her
around.

The look of surprise
splashing across her face and the rush of anger spearing through
him was the perfect mix to make him lose control.

Suddenly, all
he wanted to do was brand her. He wanted to remind her that she had
once belonged to
him
. She whimpered, as a split second later, his mouth fused over
hers and his hands settled firmly on her hips.

Jaxie couldn’t believe
what was happening. One minute they’d been fighting and the next
minute his mouth was claiming hers.

Wow, his hands felt good
on her body. Boy, he sure knew how to kiss too! His warm lips
melted over hers with an intoxicating firmness that scorched a
trail of fire through her entire being. Her legs weakened. The
demanding press of his body made her step back until the rear of
her thighs hit the desk behind her. She heard something clatter
onto the floor.

Torn between the
tenderness for him and for knowing she should stay away from him,
she gave into her instincts, reached up, and wrapped her arms
around his neck.

A sensible part of her
told her she was just grabbing him to brace herself, but a naughty
part wanted more from him. His scent filled the air around her. He
smelled of pine trees and mild soap. Of newness and of
freedom.

He kissed her deeper. He
seduced her quivering lips with challenging strokes, until she
parted and let him in. His tongue darted inside and shockwaves
shimmered through her as their tongues touched with a boldness she
loved.

Heat uncurled deep inside
her pussy. Arousal shifted within her. Need made her
feverish.

It was like old times.
Him being here. Her need to have him fucking her right here on the
desk.

She moaned at that
thought. It would be wrong to go backward. So wrong.

His kiss became rougher.
She could feel the hurt in him, the desperation, the love he still
felt for her. Pleasure thrust her into a dark world of
want.

Her hands slipped from
his neck to his strong shoulders. She remembered his ski jacket had
been unzipped. The first few buttons of his shirt had been
unbuttoned, giving her a glimpse of his soft, curly chest
hairs.

She wanted to touch those
hairs. With a moan into his mouth, she pushed the jacket off his
body. Her fingers were her eyes as she quickly unbuttoned. When the
shirt was fully open, she slipped her hands against his flesh.
Intense heat greeted her, and she smoothed her palms over his chest
muscles. They bunched and flexed beneath her fingers.

He groaned into her
mouth. It was a guttural sound that encouraged her to slide her
hands down his chest and smooth her palms along the ripples of
muscles lacing his lower belly.

Oh wow, she remembered
this sexy part of him. She loved running her fingers along his
rippled flesh and enjoyed the way his belly muscles jerked beneath
her touch.

She should stop right
here, before she went lower. He should stop her. Did he want her to
stop? It didn’t appear that he did.

His groans grew louder
and his intoxicating kiss deepened until pleasure flowed through
her like a drug. It numbed her thoughts and sparked her
senses.

She kissed him
harder.

Somewhere at the back of
her mind it registered that his hands had slipped off her hips.
There was a tug at the hem of her dress. Then his palms smoothed
over her belly.

Oh, his
fingers were so
hot
!

He pulled down her
panties and she cried into his mouth as a couple of fingers dipped
into her wet vagina.

Oh God! This
is not happening
.

Eagerly, she widened her
legs.

More
!

He slid his fingers out
of her pussy. She gasped and shuddered as he began a teasing,
circular massage over her clit. He left her mouth, his lips moving
to kiss her neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive area behind her
earlobe. He knew she liked it when he did that.

She moaned her
approval.

Her hands flew to his
zipper. She unzipped him and the heat of his erection pushed
against the back of her hand.

She was out of control
now. She loved this feeling. She rarely experienced it.

Oh Ewan,
please don’t stop
.

Every nerve ending was on
fire. Heat blossomed all over her. Her heart pounded frantically.
She wanted him fucking her.

That thought should have
sobered her back to reality. It didn’t. Damn him for doing this to
her.

She shivered as he
plunged his fingers into her again and collected more cream. Then
his fingers returned to her clit. He massaged frantically until she
was jolting beneath his touch.

Pleasure burned her. Her
hands slid beneath the waistband of his jeans and she lowered them
and then his underwear over his hips. His cock was hot and heavy as
she clenched his hard flesh. She massaged his shaft, squeezed its
length, and made love to his flaring cockhead with her
hands.

He growled his
approval.

A hand pressed over her
clothed right breast and he squeezed and then rubbed her nipple
until it was taut and on fire. He sucked her earlobe into his hot
mouth. Spirals of shivers zapped through her.

Bastard
! He always knew how to drive
her insane with arousal.

She was shaking when his
hands left her and then he cupped her ass. She knew what was
coming. They’d done this so many times before. She missed it. She
missed him.

He lifted her and settled
her ass onto her desk. Things toppled over and off the desk and
smashed onto the floor.

For the split second that
he stared at her, his eyes glazed with a wildness she hadn’t seen
before. It frightened her. It aroused her.