Page 26 of Plain Jade

She couldn’t form words.

His fingers danced across her pussy, making a magic of their own.

“Jade, are you going to answer me?”

Words were not coming easy to her. What did he say? What was he talking about?

His fingers felt so good and she didn’t want him to stop.

Chapter Eight

Braxton knew he was being a giant dick. Jade deserved better than this. She should be with a man who could make her happy, but above that, one that was going to stick around for a long time. Someone who didn’t hunt and kill for a living.

He’d tried to stay away, but his need to see her, to be close to her, had gotten too strong. This was a weakness he shouldn’t have. There were men who would happily exploit who he was and what he did.

The most dangerous man was the one that had nothing to lose. With Jade, he had something, a big fucking something, and that was a dangerous game. One he didn’t want to play, not for a second.

“Well?” he asked. He wanted her to answer the question, when the truth was, she was a single woman. There were no ties to him. They hadn’t promised each other forever. In fact, he had hoped to never see her again, but that hadn’t happened.

He’d lurked in the shadows, randomly, watching her go through the motions. She didn’t have much of a life before the attack, according to the files he had on her, and in all honesty, she didn’t have anything now. And he didn’t like that. He wanted her to have a good life, a long life, a fruitful life. But the problem was, every time he imagined her with someone else, it set off a monster inside his head, and he couldn’t stand that.

Touching her pussy now, he knew he should back away, leave her alone, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. She was everything to him. She blew his mind so completely. Made him ache for her in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine.

He was used to people letting him down. People lied, they cheated, they stole, they betrayed. They were not worth the time or attention to save.

Yet, Jade was completely different. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and he knew he was going to have no choice but to fuck her right out of it. Jade closed her eyes, and he let her do it. He wasn’t going to stop until he watched her come.

Pressing his fingers to her clit, he stroked over that tiny nub and heard her soft moans. “Do you know how much I’ve missed this?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head toward him. He loved her brown eyes. They were so dark and yet so beautiful. She had soft eyes, feeling eyes, and he felt like he could get lost in them. There was not a single ounce of darkness within her gaze. Just … peace.

Sliding his fingers down to her entrance, he pressed two fingers inside her and used his thumb to stroke her clit. It was a tight fit with how she was sitting on the chair, but he wasn’t going to be denied the pussy that belonged to him.

Even though he knew it made him a selfish bastard to take what didn’t really belong to him, Jade was his.

“You’re so wet for me, Jade. I know you want me, don’t you?” he asked.

She nodded her head and he watched as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but he’d already gotten the confirmation he wanted.

Standing close to her but not pulling his hand from her pussy, he protected her from prying eyes, but she didn’t need to know that, as the excitement of being in the bar was enough.

“Then be my good girl, and come for me.”

She did so, on command. Her body arched up, and he covered her mouth with his hand, containing the pleasured moans. He kissed her neck and to any onlooker, it would simply seem like he was embracing his woman.

He let her ride out the wave of her orgasm, feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers, and he didn’t care. He pulled out of her tight heat, and even though he wanted to see the evidence of her arousal on his fingers, he didn’t. He sucked them, one by one, swallowing down the juicy release she had just experienced a few moments ago, and she tasted amazing.

Braxton was done waiting. Throwing some money down on the counter, which was more than enough to pay for her drink and to give the bartender a tip, he grabbed her hand and left. He didn’t look back.

He expected Jade to tell him to stop, that they couldn’t leave, or some stupid crap, but he didn’t give her the chance, nor did she take it. Holding her hand, he walked her right back to her apartment, using the key he had made for himself to let them in. He didn’t want to wait for the elevator, so he shoved Jade over his shoulder and carried her upstairs.

“What are you doing?” Her hands were clenched into fists and she felt like she wanted to pummel him, but didn’t.

He took the stairs, and got to her apartment quickly. Key in the lock, he stepped inside, was able to close and lock each one, and then he placed her on the floor. But he didn’t give her a chance to speak or protest. He cupped her face, pressed her up against the door, and kissed her.

He felt like a drowning man and the only person who could save him was Jade, or more specifically, her kisses. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he heard her sharp intake of breath, and he took complete advantage of her.

Plunging his tongue inside, he met her tongue with his, and the moan she gave him was so addictive. He couldn’t help but crave her, hunger for her.

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