Page 24 of Triple the Danger

Jax’s mouth lifted in a smug smirk. “Might be worth almost getting my bare ass shot, then,” he chuckled. “But if he was that pissed, I’m surprised he didn’t shoot me sooner.”

Saylor shrugged. “He was probably too shocked. Or he only heard it when he was walking and wasn’t close enough to us to actually do anything. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

Jax’s eyes heated as he stared at her. “Then I’m glad he heard. That fucker needs to know that he’s not shit, and learn how to keep a woman like you satisfied properly.”

The heat and sexual tension between them sparked and simmered as they stared at each other. Saylor could feel her core dampening, and her heart pounding. Get yourself under control, she scolded herself. “I thought you wanted to talk,” she said huskily before clearing her throat.

It was enough to break the spell, but not enough to lessen the tension between them. “I want to talk to you about what’s going to happen while you’re here,” he explained.

Her back went up instantly at that, and the sexual tension evaporated as if it was never there. “Excuse me?” The frost in her tone could have frozen him, if it were possible.

But this damn man didn’t seem the least bit affected. “You heard me,” he reiterated. “While you’re on the compound, you’re my responsibility. Since I’m going to be working on your car during the day, we need to go over some rules and figure shit out. And that includes what you do when I’m not around.”

“What? You think I’m going to go snooping?” she sniffed, offended. He made it sound like she was going to be a chore, and it stung a little bit. Then again, what did she expect? She didn’t really know this man.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” he corrected. “I was mostly thinking about you getting into trouble here at the clubhouse with the other women, or the club girls when they eventually realize you’re around and try to stake a claim.”

“Stake a claim? On just you or all the men around here?”

“Both, probably,” he replied frankly. “The club girls want an Old Lady patch, and they’ll do anything they can to get it. Anyone standing in their way, namely another woman, is fair game. They try to push boundaries, and there have been scraps between them and Old Ladies before. And we both know you’re not going to sit back and let it happen.”

“You’d be correct. Those bitches start shit, and you bet your ass I’m going to finish it.”

“You’re probably going to hear them mention me,” he added cautiously.

She snorted. “You mean to tell me all that earlier wasn’t me taking your virginity?” she drawled sarcastically. “Look, you have a history, and so do I. Me getting all butt hurt over it is pointless. Besides, we’re not in a relationship. You’re free to sleep with whoever you want, just like I am.”

His face darkened and his jaw clenched at her words. “The only person you’re going to be sleeping with in this clubhouse is me,” he informed her tightly.

The audacity of this man. “Excuse me?” she demanded. “You don’t get to decree anything of the sort, you arrogant asshole.” She bolted to her feet, hands going to her hips as she glared at him. “Look, we had fun earlier, and apparently now you’re responsible for me while I’m stuck here, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to control me. If I want to screw every available man in this clubhouse while I’m here, you can’t stop me.”

His eyes flashed at that, and he instantly got up from the bed stalked toward her. She held her ground, glaring up at him when he got in her space. She wasn’t scared of him, and she didn’t think he would hurt her, but the anger in his eyes—and jealousy if she wasn’t mistaken—had her instantly on alert.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he replied in a surprisingly calm voice. “None of my brothers will touch you, because you’re under my protection, and because while you’re here, you’re mine. No one else’s.” Then he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and slammed his lips to hers before she could respond.

His mouth was hard, almost punishing, as it moved over hers, and she would like to think she was strong enough to push him away, but instead, her traitorous body took over, kissing him back. The two of them battled as they tried to get and keep the upper hand. Her hands clawed at his shirt, shoving it up, her nails scoring over his chest and stomach. Jax groaned, his hand coming up to the back of her head, weaving tightly into her hair and holding her steady as his lips, tongue, and teeth plundered and nipped at her mouth.

Suddenly, he yanked his mouth from hers and pulled his hand from her hair to grip her shirt, and even though she knew this was a bad idea, she didn’t stop him when he tugged, pulling it over her head and tossing it away. She pushed at the cut on his shoulders, and he shrugged it off before tossing it over the back of his desk chair, while she was already grabbing at his shirt, trying to get it off his body. He quickly pulled it off and tossed it, letting out a hiss when she scored her nails down his chest again before arrowing back up to pinch one of his nipples.

“Fuck,” he hissed as pain and a hint of pleasure streaked down to his balls, even as he reached up to pull her hand away.

“Baby,” she taunted, but then hissed when he took her hand in his mouth and nipped hard at her fingers in retaliation. “Fucker,” she growled at him, yanking her hand back and glaring at him. “Is this how you treat all the women you suddenly decide to claim, because if it is, I’m surprised any have let you.”

“I’ve never claimed a woman before,” he returned, his hand snaking around her back to unclasp her bra with one quick twist of his wrist. “Until you.” She shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor.

“Well, doesn’t that make me feel special,” she drawled sarcastically, as her hand went to his belt. Why the hell wasn’t she stopping? She should be shoving him away, telling him in no uncertain terms she wasn’t here to be claimed or any of that alpha biker bullshit. Instead, she was shoving at his jeans and boxers to get to his dick, and as soon as it was freed, she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly and firmly. Jax’s eyes flashed with pleasure, and she felt his entire body tense. “But this is just sex. I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”

“While you’re on the compound, you belong to me,” he countered through clenched teeth, his jaw hard as granite as he lifted his hands to cup her breasts and gripped her nipples between his fingers, pinching and twisting them hard enough to make her grip him tighter. He grunted and his eyes flared.

“I already told you, I don’t belong to any man,” she rasped out, her other hand moving and sliding down into his boxers to cup his balls in her palm. He grunted, and she felt his cock jerk in her hand. “Especially not when I have him at my mercy this way,” she added with a taunting whisper. Before he could answer,—well, argue—she decided now was the time to make sure he understood he wasn’t running this show. So she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.

Jax groaned, his entire body going taut. “Shit,” he cursed, but he had the presence of mind to shove his pants and boxers down further to give her more room. Any other time she would be amused, but she had a point to make.

She set to work on blowing his mind, using her hands and mouth to accomplish her goal. Jax’s hands wove into her hair again, cupping the back of her head as he flexed his hips, thrusting into her mouth with each suction. She moaned around him when he pulled a bit too hard, sending streaks of fire through her and down to her core. Hell, she was so wet she had to work hard to keep her concentration on what she was doing and not on the friction she so desperately needed.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” he groaned, even as she sucked him down further. She fought hard not to gag, careful to open her throat and breathe through her nose. She gave him credit though: even with how focused he was on her giving him pleasure, he was careful to pull back before that moment, and never thrust too hard. “Fuck,” he hissed as his thighs tensed and his cock swelled in her mouth. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, baby. If you don’t want that, I suggest you stop now,” he gritted out, even as he threw his head back, his neck corded and straining as he tried to hold himself back.

If she could have smiled, she would have. Instead, she increased her efforts, firmed her grip on his cock as she used it along with her mouth, and she rolled his balls with her fingers, throwing him closer and closer toward his orgasm. He cursed again, and with a lash of her tongue along the underside of the head, he grunted her name and spilled into her mouth, his entire body going rigid. She swallowed him down, her throat working fast until he finally released her, his body relaxing as he let go of her hair and allowed her to pull back.

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