Page 57 of Triple the Danger

“I need to find a place first. Not to mention, the car still needs to be fixed.”

“Just let me know when you’re on your way, and I’ll make sure your car is ready and a moving company is booked to get your things. The only thing I want you to promise me is that if shit goes sideways for you and this guy, you call me. Don’t give a damn about the day or time. I want a call and we’ll bring you back. Got it?”

A lump formed in her throat. “Got it.” God, she was going to miss him. “And you promise to come down and see me?”

“Count on it,” Mater drawled. “I might be sending some of these young bastards your way for you to teach them a lesson. Have those other girls help you too, really make them humble.”

Saylor laughed. “They would probably jump at the chance, so yeah, I think I could do that.”

Mater was silent for a moment. “I’m going to miss you, kid.”

That lump grew bigger. “I’m going to miss you too, Mater. But I promise I’ll call, and I’ll visit.”

“If you don’t, I’ll be down to kick your ass myself,” Mater said gruffly. “Now, that’s enough of that mushy shit. You go and figure your shit out, then let me know when you’re on your way back.”

“Alright,” she said with a soft smile. “Thanks, Mater. For everything.” She meant that more than he could ever imagine. Mater hung up, but she felt the emotion through the phone. He’d be alright, but it was nice to know that he was going to miss her too.

She pulled her phone away, and then let out a yelp of surprise when she saw Jax standing just inside the room, watching her. His expression was intense, but he didn’t move toward her. “Eavesdropping?” she chided lightly, trying to push away some of her nerves and awkwardness, two very unusual feelings for her.

Jax walked into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it. The sound of the lock snicking into place loud in the silence, and she tried not to fidget where she was sitting on his bed. He turned back to her. “Did you mean it?” he finally asked carefully. “You’re going to stay?”

She swallowed. This was the moment where she was either going to sink or swim, and even though he said plenty that he wanted her to stay, that didn’t mean that now that reality was knocking on the door, he wouldn‘t change his mind. “I was thinking about it,” she hedged. “You know, if I can find a place, and if you still want me to…umphhh.”

Jax moved fast, knocking her back on the bed, her phone flying from her hand as she landed and he moved over her, taking her lips with his. His kiss was desperate, claiming her mouth, making her feel things that she couldn’t name, but relief was mixed in there as well. She guessed that she didn’t have to worry about him rejecting her. At least, not based on this kiss.

When he finally pulled away, he looked down at her and rasped, “You have no idea how much I want you to stay here, Saylor. I was prepared to fight dirty to make it happen.”

She arched a brow. “Oh? And how were you going to do that?”

“I was going to borrow some of Rogue’s restraints and tie you to the bed.”

She blinked at him. “I have so many questions about that, but we’ll hold on to them for now. Because we both know you wouldn’t be able to do that without me kicking your ass.”

Jax smirked down at her. “Maybe we’ll have to try it out and see,” he suggested seductively, quickly gripping her hands and pulling them above her head, pinning them. A rush of desire filled her belly, and she instinctively arched into him, making him groan. “Baby, we still have things to talk about, so don’t be distracting me,” he warned her, but he pressed his growing hard-on against her belly, letting her know how affected he was.

“We do,” she agreed, but she still tilted her hips against him again. “But I think that we can hold that thought for now, don’t you? Maybe you should remind me of what I’m staying here for?”

He took her for her word, and within minutes she was naked and moaning his name as he ate her out in spectacular fashion. Her hands clenched into his hair, her body arching into his mouth as he tortured her. Fuck, the things this man could do with his tongue, she would stay for that alone. He knew exactly how much pressure and suction to apply to drive her to the edge within seconds. “Jax,” she moaned as he fucked her with his tongue.

He kept torturing her until she fell over the edge with a scream. Her entire body convulsed, and then he was moving, lining himself up. He groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her until he was fully seated. “Fuck, your pussy is fucking perfect, baby,” he groaned, his green eyes meeting hers.

“Jax, move, please,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her hips.

He hooked his hands under her thighs, holding her in place as he pulled out and pushed back in. He kept the pace slow and even until she couldn’t take it anymore, and her nails scored along his arms in desperation. He let out a hiss, but it spurred him on. He moved faster, pounding into her in just the way she needed. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, her orgasm building fast, her body straining and reaching for it.

“That’s it, baby,” Jax crooned, thrusting against her so hard that the bed rocked. “Give it to me, Saylor. Give it to me.”

Saylor couldn’t have held it back if she tried. Especially when he changed the angle just right and one hand came down, his thumb pressing against her clit and rubbing it in firm circles. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she shrieked his name, uncaring if anyone else heard. Jax let out a low growl as he furiously pounded inside her until he came with a hard groan, his entire body going taut.

Finally, he collapsed over her and then rolled them both to the middle of the bed, with her sprawled over him. Their breathing was choppy, and their hearts were pounding, but neither of them said a word as they laid there, their eyes closed. Finally, Saylor cracked an eye open and joked huskily, “I guess that was enough to make me stay, but you’re going to have to prove it to me daily for the next few months.”

Jax gave a low chuckle. “I think I can do that,” he agreed. They were quiet for another moment, but then he said, “I want you to be happy here, Saylor. You tell me what you need from me to make that happen.”

Saylor lifted her head and looked at him, the post-orgasm glow beginning to fade. “I need us to take things slow,” she admitted. “Because I never figured this would happen to me. And while I think I have a pretty good handle on who you are, it’s literally been two days. I’m going to need more than that to feel confident that we’re going to make it. And I need you to promise to be honest with me. I’m not talking about club business. I mean that when it comes to you and me, you’re honest if I do shit that bothers you, or if something upsets you. That includes if you don’t think this is working, or if you don’t want me in your life anymore. And I’ll do the same with you.”

He nodded soberly. “I can promise that. I’m big on honesty myself, so I want that to be an important thing between us. You’re right that we don’t know much about each other, all things considered, but I already know that I want to know more about you. I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, what makes you smile, and what makes you want to brain me with the closest blunt object. And I want to know what it’s like waking up to you every day.”

“Hold your horses, slim,” she said firmly, pushing herself up so that she slid off him and then turned to face him as she sat on the bed, uncaring that she was naked and he was spilling out of her. She’d deal with that later, though from the way his gaze heated as it fell to her center, he was enjoying the sight. “I said slow, remember? That means you are not moving in with me. I’m going to find a place in town, and we’re going to get to know each other.”

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