Page 6 of My Three Enemies
He grinds his hips harder against me, letting me feel just how hard he is for me. He moans softly under his breath while he touches me. His hands are hot and rough and with every stroke of my skin, a fire ignites inside me. I can feel myself getting aroused as his hands slowly rise toward my breasts.
Just as fingers finally touch my hardened nipples, his lips meet my neck. Uncontrollably, I let out a desperate moan, still grinding his hips against my ass. I find myself pushing against him, desperate for more friction to relieve the feeling blossoming between my legs.
His tongue swirls around my skin, savoring the taste of me. I need more. I don't know what's taking over me, but I can't seem to stop myself.
I turn my face to him and he looks up, quickly pressing his lips against mine. His hands drop from my breasts to my waist and he turns me around to face him. My mouth opens for him and his tongue fills it, hungrily swallowing my own. He's grabbing my ass now, squeezing it while he pulls me closer to him to feel his hard cock falling between my legs.
The fabric of his sweatpants is all that lies between us—he's achingly close. I've never felt this way about anything before, and I'm desperate to feel more of him. His cock grazes against me and I tremble as small surges of pleasure fill my body.
“Look how wet you are for me,” he says when he backs away and looks down at his cock in his pants, a small wet stain from my arousal marking the front of them.
Seeing how turned on I am for him seems to shift something in Dax. What once looked like desire turns into something else altogether, and he leans forward, kissing me again and gripping me tighter. His cock grinds against me and I can feel just how desperate he is for release.
Both of us are completely lost in the embrace, tasting each other as he touches me all over. I'm so enamored with a kiss that I don't even hear the kitchen door opening. I only realized someone else is standing there when Dax is forcefully pulled away from me.
Jackson stands in the doorway looking at both of us with his mouth hanging open and anger in his eyes.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he shouts.
He stands between me and Dax as if he's trying to protect me from him somehow. But considering how he looked at me the night before, I highly doubt that's the case. Afterall, Jackson's the one who wanted to just kill me.
Dax turns away and runs his fingers through his short brown hair, forcing himself to look away from me. Jackson steps forward with his fists clenched at his side, glaring at his brother. Moments later, Gray rushes into the kitchen and stares at the three of us, silently asking what's going on.
Seeing how upset Jackson is, he immediately steps between the two of them and holds his hands out to stop Jackson from moving any closer.
“What the hell is going on here?” Gray asks, looking over at me with a guilty expression on my face.
Dax looks at him then back at me with a feral gleam in his eyes. He’s breathing heavily and shaking his head. “I can't fucking control myself around her.”
Without saying another word, he pushes past the others. He tosses one final look over his shoulder at me before shaking his head and turning to Gray. “I'm going for a run.”
He takes off and Gray mutters something under his breath that I can't hear. Gray moves toward the kitchen door. He looks at me apprehensively, then back at Jackson.
“Will you keep an eye on her?” he asks.
It's clear that neither Jackson nor myself want to be left alone with each other. Jackson thinks I'm some kind of liability, for whatever reason. And Jackson literally said he wanted to kill me less than ten hours ago.
“Can you stay with me?” I anxiously ask Gray. I step forward, hoping I can give him a pathetic enough glance that he knows just how much I want to stay away from Jackson.
He turns around, but doesn’t acknowledges my fear. He shakes his head and puts an arm on my shoulder. “I'll be back soon. Jackson's not going to hurt you while I'm gone.”
He tosses a warning glance over my shoulder at his brother and leaves the room. I watch as he slams the front door shut and chases after Dax, leaving me alone with Jackson.
5
I can feelJackson glaring behind me. My skin runs hot at the idea of him doing something to hurt me while Gray is gone. Picking up on the dynamics between the three of them has been difficult, but I'm almost positive Gray is the leader. The others seem to listen to him when he speaks, anyway. I just hope that Jackson will now.
“Sit down,” Jackson demands. I look over my shoulder to see with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “You and I need to have a chat.”
He unfolds his arms and pushes me toward the couch in the living room and I take a seat in the center. He stands in front of me staring down with no emotion on his face whatsoever. All three of them were scary, but I could at least read the looks in the other's eyes. Dax and Gray were very obvious about their desires, but Jackson... I don't know what he wants from me.
Even though Jackson is the thinnest brother, he's still incredibly muscular. He's wearing a black T-shirt that fits snugly against his arms, showing off the sleeve of tattoos on both. Some of themstick out more than others, but for the most part, they all seem nature-inspired. Leaves and twigs and brambles connecting each and every tattoo to fill any available space on his skin.
I don't say anything as I stare back at him. It feels like whatever I say or do is already going to be wrong to him, so I might as well let him get the conversation started.
“I know that you're not telling us the whole truth,” Jackson finally begins, narrowing his eyes on me. “You may have fooled my brothers, but not me. I want you to tell me the real reason you're here.”
I don't answer him right away. I figured the best thing I can do is try to look as confident as I possibly can. I straighten my spine and stare at him while he grows more frustrated with every passing second. He starts to pace in front of me, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.
