Page 38 of Sins of Seduction
Jax pocketed his phone and took a step toward Big Larry’s door when it opened on its own, causing Jax to stumble through the doorway and run smack dab into Cruz. Every bone in Jax’s body froze. He hadn’t seen Cruz since he punched him in the face at the station—they hadn’t talked since then either.
“My fault,” Jax mumbled as he took in Cruz. The bruising on his face looked like it was starting to heal, but that could have been because the bags under his eyes now took up most of his face. Cruz needed to rest, but Jax knew that wasn’t going to happen until Cruz closed the case, which Jax hoped was soon.
Raven seemed jumpier than usual when they were out of her house and pulled up to Lush. Jax had offered to help her clean up, especially because he wasn’t sure if a cleaning crew had come in and gotten rid of whatever Bastillo’s body left behind, but she refused, telling him it had to be done. He waited outside of Lush a whole twenty minutes before he drove off, just in case Raven changed her mind, but she never did. Raven was the type of person who, even if she was scared, did it anyway—her fears never stopped her.
Cruz hit a number of buttons on his phone before pocketing it. He looked so engrossed with it when he opened the door that it was no wonder Cruz hadn’t seen Jax coming in. The two stood in the entrance of Larry’s, staring at each other. The silence stretched between, making the tension in the air thick enough for Jax to taste it. They’d been boys a long time—long enough that disagreements and fights occurred, but they’d always been able to brush it off and resume things like nothing happened, but that didn’t happen this time.
“Hey, Danny, you forgot your card.” The sales associate, who happened to be Cruz’s cousin, broke the tension when he handed Cruz his credit card. “Hey, Jax, long time.” Jax nodded, watching Cruz’s cousin walk back into the store to help someone else when he noticed the suit bag in Cruz’s hand.
“Hot date?” Jax nodded toward the bag, trying to do something to relieve the standoff they were in.
“Something like that. It’s sort of a blind date situation,” Cruz murmured. “I’d ask what you’re doing here, but I don’t really want to know if it involves your little girlfriend.”
Jax cursed, running a hand over his jaw to keep from saying something that was going to cause another brawl between them. He didn’t have the energy to debate with Cruz on who he wanted to be with.
“Look, Pierce,” Cruz sighed, “I’m not looking for a fight. You picked her, you’ve always picked her. I was completely outta line for what I said, but I still believe what I said. She’s going to destroy you, and when you fall, I won’t say I told you so, but because you’re my friend, I’ll help pick up the pieces, again.” Cruz clapped Jax on his shoulder as he walked past him out of the store.
Jax grabbed his arm, stopping Cruz’s departure. Questions built on Jax’s tongue, questions Raven had whispered in his ear during their relationship. Jax truly hadn’t understood Cruz’s blind hatred toward Raven, and now as he stared into his friend’s tired eyes, he wondered how much of Raven’s assumptions were true.
Did Cruz really hate Raven for her sexual freedom, or was he pissed off because Jax had gotten to her first?
Jax dropped his hold on Cruz. “I’ll see you around,” he murmured and turned back into Larry’s, looking for an available sales associate. There was no use voicing questions he wouldn’t get an answer to or being the cause of yet another fight between them. Cruz had drawn his line in the sand when it came to Jax and his relationship with Raven. It was better Cruz stay on one side and Jax stay on the other.
Danielle moaned as Raven continued to drive Danielle crazy with fingers that had knowledge no one ever had when it came to her body. Raven hadn’t spoken after Danielle’s confession, but somehow Danielle’s back had been pushed flushed up against the cold wall with Raven’s body against her to keep her warm.
Danielle tried to keep her eyes open and on Raven, but the pleasure had been too much. Each stroke sent another wave of liquid rushing to Danielle’s core, causing an ache to build deep between her legs. Danielle tried to hold on to Raven’s shoulders to steady herself, but Raven had her wrists pinned above her head as she continued her slow torment against Danielle’s wet cunt.
“My God.” Danielle’s gasp turned into a whimper when Raven removed her fingers from inside of her and brought them to her lips.
Danielle opened her eyes and completely turned to ash by the fire burning hot in Raven’s gaze. Danielle opened her mouth, accepting Raven’s fingers—tasting herself—tasting what Raven always did to her. The woman had opened Danielle up to a world of pleasure she’d only read in books and watched in movies.
Danielle had been with women in college, but she’d been too drunk to truly enjoy it or even remember what it felt like to be pleasured by one, and the second she started working in Lush, the curiosity had grown again. She’d been tempted to play in the rooms in Lush—Raven had given her employees certain nights and rooms they were allowed to play in—but Danielle never had the courage to do it when she wasn’t working. It wasn’t so much courage but desire. There had only been one woman she was interested in, and that was Raven.
The few nights Raven had decided to join in on the activities had been few and far in between but watching her bring pleasure to men and women in Lush had left an ache so severe in Danielle that nothing had eased it—nothing until now. Her body shook with need and wept with joy that the crush she had developed on Raven had finally come to a head tonight.
Danielle saw the way people flocked to Raven—desperate for a taste, even a touch from her—and Danielle didn’t quite get it at first. No one was that consuming, but the more she worked with Raven, the deeper this pull had started to become. Raven was the flame, and everyone else was the moth, dying for just a glimpse.
Raven let her fingers slip out of Danielle’s mouth, and when Raven didn’t make a move to touch Danielle further, a pained whimper left her lips. “Please, Raven,” she begged, well past the point of caring if she looked pathetic or not. She wanted Raven’s hands and mouth on every inch of her body.
When Raven still didn’t move, Danielle shifted on her feet. She used her right leg to hook around Raven’s hip, trying to nudge her forward. “I want this,” Danielle whispered.
Raven dropped her head against Danielle’s, and her hold on Danielle’s wrists went slack. It gave Danielle room to grip the back of Raven’s neck with one hand while she used her other hand to guide Raven’s hand in between their bodies and back against her core.
Danielle was grateful she had forgone putting on underwear underneath her skirt. At some point during her time working at Lush, Danielle had stopped with the undergarment all together. It was easier to masturbate on the days the pleasure of being around Raven and Lush had been too much.
Now that she had Raven this close, there were no physical barriers between them, but even as Raven’s fingers slipped back inside of Danielle, the sensation felt cold and detached. Danielle felt Raven pull away long before Raven finally lifted her head back up to look at her.
Where Danielle felt the fire that blazed in Raven’s eyes only moments ago, a cold draft had made its way into the office as regret and apology filled Raven’s gaze.
“I’m sorry.” Raven’s words were barely audible against the pounding of Danielle’s pulse. “This is a mistake.”
Pretty little Raven
Take, take, and take
They all come to you for the pleasures you promise
And yet,
