Page 11 of Amor Prohibido

I’m going to Hell, I’m going to Hell, I’m going to motherfucking Hell…

Lozza and Marc disappeared briefly, then returned with another round of drinks. Jax and I didn’t break contact as we accepted our bottles of premixed vodka and berry—hers—and rum and cola—mine.

“We’re going home after this drink,” Lozza yelled over the music.

Jax’s red-painted thumbnail raised into view as she gave Loz a thumbs-up.

“Do you need a ride home?” Lozza asked with a devilish smirk.

Jax shook her head vigorously, making her straightened hair tug where it was trapped between us. “No, I’m good.”

“Practice safe sex!” Loz yelled, splaying her forefinger and middle finger to double-point at me and J.

Jax flipped off her she-devil friend, then laughed when Lozza returned the gesture. I spun J into my arms and slammed her forcefully against my chest. She stumbled a little in her sky-high heels, yet managed to keep her drink from spilling. Her free hand slid up my arm and tightly gripped my bicep while she leaned back to take a sip from her bottle. The way her plump lips wrapped around the top, all the while never breaking my eye contact, had me moaning again. She swallowed, then smirked knowingly before throwing her head back in laughter.

With her neck exposed, I couldn’t stop my actions. Holding my bottle in the hand wrapped around her lower back, I fisted a handful of her silky black hair with the other and held her neck in its extended position. All rational thoughts flew from my mind as I crashed my mouth onto the soft skin where her neck and collarbone joined. I felt, rather than heard her gasp, then she melted into my touch. After gently biting my way up her neck and over her jaw, I finally released custody of her hair, allowing her to look at me. The lust in her dark eyes drove my ego through the roof and the remaining sliver of self-control out the window.

Jax reached up and ran her nails over my head. Instead of making my blood run cold, all I could think about was her doing that while I nestled between her legs. That thought alone was enough for me to act. Abruptly severing our connection, I grabbed her wrist and towed her back to our table. She cursed in Spanish as she tried to keep up in her heels without breaking an ankle. She rounded on me as soon as I slammed my bottle onto the table, hers following suit a blink later.

“Mierda [shit], Jason. What the hell was that about?”

I smirked while adjusting my painfully throbbing cock. “If we had stayed a moment longer, I would have happily fucked you where we stood.”

Her already breathless panting increased, and her cleavage bloomed with each sharp intake. The cream colour of her top against her molten caramel skin had me desperate to taste every inch of her. Dark brown eyes locked with mine, trying to get a read on my intentions, which were to pick up where we left off, inprivate.Jax spun on her heel and headed back into the dancing crowd.

Well, that was that then, I guess. Instantly deflated—mood, but unfortunately not cock—I grabbed my jacket and pushed through the exit to summon an Uber back to my parent’s house. I was staying with them for theveryshort term until I found my own place. After ordering my ride, I pocketed my phone and leaned against a lamppost to wait. The sound of erratic, snappy footsteps made their way in my direction, and I tried to ignore them until she spoke.

“Jason Malone, I knew you still held it against me!”

I scoffed. “Held what against you, sweetheart?”

“Our fight.”

“We sorted that, then you and I broke an entirely different set of rules.”

Jax crossed her arms under her tits and lifted her chin. Her hip popped to the side, and she wore a look somewhere between sassy and pissed off. “Are you ditching me or calling us a ride home?”

I tilted my head back and eyed her carefully. “Pretty sureyouditched me back there, J.”

“I—” she slunk closer, “—went to tell Darren that I was getting a ride home. What I didn’t tell him is thatyouare my ride.”

Fuck, she sounded as sloshed as I did. I laughed and drew her against me, running a hand under her coat to work over her peaked nipples with my thumb. “Did you just proposition me?”

“It’s not a proposition when you’re already gagging for it.”

“I wouldn’t say gagging…”

Within a blink, Jax took my face in her hands and ran the tip of her tongue across my lower lip. It was an invitation I wasn’t going to pass up. Threading my fingers through her silky hair, my mouth claimed hers. I kissed her fiercely, deeply, and thoroughly until we pulled apart, equally as breathless. Now that I’d had a taste of her strawberry-flavoured mouth, I wanted a whole lot more.

I filled my hands with her perfect ass and rested my forehead against hers. She snickered softly and rolled her head gently from side to side.

“Something funny there, sweetheart?”

“I can’t believe I’m kissing you.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

She pulled back with confusion pinched between her eyebrows. “What?”

---