She screams before she wraps her legs around my waist as tight as a vise, her hands searching for support on the tiles.
“So fucking tight,” I growl, throwing all my weight on her to keep her pinned against the wall.
Ella’s breathing gets faster as I dig into her, little moans coming out in short intervals. The sounds she makes always turn me on more than anything else. Her words and her sounds. Her voice is magic. I called her once just to hear her before hanging up.
I speed up my hips destroying her pussy a little the way she likes. Her pussy clamps down even tighter, squeezing my cock hard, as she’s seized up by the power of her impending orgasm. I let myself go as soon as her quivering quiets down, blasting deep inside her, filling her up as my whole body convulses. I groan as I grind a bit more inside her.
Sex with Ella doesn’t feel good, it feels devastating. I press my forehead against hers, holding on tight. I’ll never be able to let her go.
*
The last thing I expect when I hear a knock on the door is to see Brad standing there. Yes, I told him where we would spend the next few days but I sure as hell didn’t include an invitation.
“Hey, dude, you going to let me in?” he says, grinning from ear to ear.
I honestly don’t want to let him in. I want him to go back to where he fucking came from. Brad being here could open up a whole new world of trouble for Ella and me.
“What’s up, dude?” I say, dragging him inside the hotel room by the collar of his jean jacket.
“Hey, ease up, bro,” he says. “Well, hello there, miss Wade.”
I follow his gaze to where Ella is standing in her super-revealing yellow string bikini, an expression of confusion on her face.
“Brad’s here uninvited,” I say, cursing under my breath for all the explaining I will have to do.
“How nice,” Ella says, wrapping her beach towel around her body. “I guess that means we’re not walking to the beach?”
“You go on, Ella,” Brad says, before I have a chance to respond. “I have some things I need to tell your lover boy here.”
Ella bends her face at him, a cute frown forming. I can tell she’s working out the probabilities in her head. “Wait,” she says. “Is what you have to say related to the strip club?”
Brad eyes Ella, unsure if he should respond or not. The fucking idiot cannot see that this has gone beyond the point of recovery. Ella is on to him and he might as well have blabbed already.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ella says, reading his mind. “I’m not just going to go away so the men can talk. I’m in this as much as anyone.”
“It’s fine,” I reassure Brad. “Say what you have to say. I don’t keep secrets from Ella.” If only that were true.
“Okay, I am sorry I showed up here, Jax. I have information I couldn’t discuss on the phone so you can stop thinking about kicking my ass.”
“Get to the point, Brad.”
“Rumor has it Wolf will be showing up again.”
“Wolf?” Ella says. Her eyes sparkle as she gets it. “The dangerous man at the club. The one that Madison was seeing.”
Brad nods. “My sources say he will come to the club tonight or maybe tomorrow night. What do you want me to do about it, Jax?”
There’s no easy answer, especially with Ella pricking up her ears to hear what I have to say. I’ve put myself in this position when I decided to set my own plan in motion and keep certain truths from Ella. It’s my mess and Brad should not have to work on this alone. “We’ll deal with this together,” I say. “It’s time I paid Peach Corner a visit.”
“When are we leaving?” Ella says.
This is turning into a bad idea fast. “We are not going anywhere. I am.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Does it look like I’m kidding?” I say, sternly.
“I don’t take orders, Jax.”
“And I don’t take instructions.”
“I swallowed a bug,” Brad says, backing away.
We both shoot him angry glances as if he’s to blame. He raises his hands before he steps out onto the balcony.
“I’m not staying behind and that’s that,” Ella says. “That man might have information about Madison. I’m going to find out what happened to her, Jax. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
“It might be,” I say, immediately regretting the words.
“What?” she says, confused.
“Come on, Ella. This fucking guy could be a killer. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”
“Well, guess what, I wouldn’t want you near him either, but I get that it’s necessary. What’s the big deal anyway? If you’re such a badass that you can see him, then I should be more than safe by your side. It’s not like we’re going after him in a dark alley. It’s a public place. Sort of.”