Page 7 of My Three Enemies
“What are you hiding from us?” His voice is louder now, clearly frustrated that I ignored him the first time. When I don't answer again, he stops pacing and moves closer, towering above me. “You sure did run a long way into the woods to escape. Who the hell are you, and why are you here?”
Once again, I don't answer. I continue staring, trying to hold fast to the tough exterior I hope I'm wearing.
“Answer me, now!” Jackson shouts, clenching his fists tight at his side.
“You won't hurt me,” I finally say, looking up at him with a smirk on my lips.
He grins, raising an eyebrow as if to tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. “And why is that?”
“Because Gray told you not to.”
His grin widens and he stands up straight, looking down at me with something almost playful in his eyes. “And what makes you so sure I always listen to him?”
Before I can open my mouth, his hand grips my throat. I can still breathe, which I'm immensely thankful for, but I immediately start trying to pry his fingers free. If he wanted to, he could strangle me right here, right now and deal with the aftermath on his own. Gray would be upset, but Jackson would survive, I’m sure. But the fact that his fingers aren't tight enough to restrict my breathing, I know that this is only a threat. He's trying to scare me.
And that means I was right.
Jackson leans down and whispers in my ear, so close that his lips are almost touching my skin. “Maybe I don't have to hurt you to get you to talk, though.”
He backs away from me and I hold his gaze, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. But when he reaches his free hand between my legs to part them, it's clear. I try to struggle against him, to use the muscles in my thighs that I would imagine are stronger than his hands, but it's no use.
My heart thuds against my rib cage and a very familiar feeling buzzes in my stomach. Even though I'm afraid of him, worried that he might actually do something to try to hurt me, I'm excited. It's the same way I felt toward Dax in the kitchen. I can't explain why, but I'm attracted to Jackson.
Without saying anything, he removes his hand from my neck and drops to his knees in front of me. I hold my breath as Ifeel the heat of him between my legs. Jackson doesn't waste a moment pushing up the bottom of the shirt to reveal my pussy.
In the kitchen, Dax was frenzied and hurried with his movements. But he was taking his time in his own way. Jackson doesn't bother with that. He doesn't kiss me or take a moment to make sure I'm ready. He shoves his face between my legs and forces his tongue into my slit.
I toss my head back and a sound I've never made before escapes my throat. My legs widen on their own to give him complete access to my pussy as his tongue explores me.
I've never felt anything like this in my life, and I don't want it to stop.
“Oh my god, yes!” I moan as his tongue swirls around my clit just before he sucks it into his mouth gently. My entire body trembles against him and my vision starts to blur.
I don't entirely understand how this came to be, but I am far from complaining. In fact, I feel as though I should keep more secrets from Jackson.
My breath quickens and my moans become uncontrollable and hurried as my climax grows nearer and nearer. Just as I'm bracing myself for an earth-shattering orgasm, Jackson stops and pulls away from me.
My body jolts up and I gawk at him in desperation. “Please, I was so close.”
“Answer my questions first,” Jackson says, gazing at me with a winning grin.
He thinks he’s got me. That I’ll tell him the real reason I ran away so easily. He’s wrong.
I shake my head and lie back on the couch defeated. But before I know it, his tongue is back between my legs lapping at the moisture growing with each passing second. I gape down at him as he watches me with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. My orgasm builds once again and just before it can wash over me, he pulls his mouth away.
I'm about to reach my hands between my legs and finish myself, but he stops me.
“Why are you really here?” he demands.
I whimper as I try to hold back from answering. His mouth crashes into me once again and I shudder from the pleasure. This time, the orgasm is so close and I'm teetering just on the edge. The idea of not coming is torture.
He slows down and then stops, keeping his mouth so close to me a single breath against my clit might send me over the edge.
“Please,” I beg, trying to move my pussy closer to him.
“The truth,” he says, staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes.
“I wasn’t alone in the car when I ran!” I admit, frantic for relief.
