Page 144 of Inevitable
His voice, his stare. Everything drew me to him. And I just knew, us together, we were this magnetic force that repelled anyone else. Jax alone was a force to be reckoned with, but our energy was impenetrable.
Bastian stepped back after a second. “You have my number, little dancer. Call me when this ends.”
I gulped, not knowing what to say. My meek, “Sorry,” didn't seem good enough.
I reached for my drink but Jax reached quicker and set it two feet from me. “You've had enough.”
I glared over my shoulder at him. “How do you know? I could just be getting started.”
“Fine. I've had enough of seeing you drink. So, now you're done.”
His eyes were a blue so brittle, I thought they might shatter into a million pieces. “I don't answer to you.”
He smiled and his teeth looked bigger, meaner, ready to devour. That smile ran shivers down my spine all the way to my toes.
“I didn't come here tonight for you to test and bait me, little dancer,” he sneered at the name.
“I'm not baiting you, Jax. I'm being honest. I don't answer to you or anyone.”
He hummed against my neck as he moved so close to me, I felt swallowed up by him.
His hand on my thigh slid higher, and I sucked in a breath when I felt his tongue touch my collarbone.
When his hand slid even higher, my breathing got shallow. “Jax, this isn't the place.”
He bit my neck and whispered, “Humor me.”
With those words skittering over my skin, I shivered and didn’t think twice about parting my thighs just enough to give him access.
Never one to hesitate, his fingers slid right to my center.
“Fuck, Peaches,” he swore swiftly in my ear when he found I wasn't wearing any underwear again.
I rushed out, “The dress didn't allow for it.”
“Bullshit,” he spit out as his thumb rubbed me back and forth. “You this wet for me or for him?”
I didn’t answer, just looked right and left but the dark club lighting hid mostly everything. Jax's figure stood between me and the world, blocking anyone from seeing anything.
My body listened to Jax more than it listened to me. I let myself indulge. My heart raced to the beat of the up-tempo music, and I forgot about my fear of the crowd around me. Jax stole an orgasm from me like an experienced art thief stealing a painting from a museum. No alarm sounded, no one knew anything happened, no one even took a second glance.
I sat there like the hollow statue an art thief would have replaced a priceless solid-gold piece of art with. He’d depleted me of every feeling except ecstasy. When I came down from my explosive high, he was already whispering in my ear, “Go clean up. We’re leaving.”
I turned to disagree but he’d already disappeared into the crowd.
Without the shield of Jax, I knew I looked disheveled. As the music and the crowd faded back into my view, I saw the bartender wink at me. I loosened my white-knuckle grip on the bar enough to push myself up. I straightened my skirt and tried to smooth away the wrinkles and my embarrassment.
In the bathroom, I patted down my hair. Staring hard at my reflection, I tried not to chastise myself too much. I wasn’t a child, and people probably did this sort of thing all the time.
I thought about his hands between my legs in the crowd again though, and the flush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye gave just a bit too much away.
Smirking a little to myself, I washed my hands and was about to leave the bathroom when Isabel walked in. Women like her aren’t born that way. She had spent copious amounts of hours perfecting her look, her wardrobe, and her character. When she smiled at me, the calculation was evident.
“So, you’re the reason for his little speech that he had with me tonight,” Isabel stated.
I replied with the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She leaned over the sink and smoothed her hair as if this conversation meant nothing to her. “He reminded me that we’re casual and convenient. That I’m only here tonight for the media.” She looked out of the side of her eye and smirked at me again. “We’ve always had a relationship of convenience. I guess it’s casual now too, considering he wants to make your history a part of his present life.”
