Scandal:The Complete Series(90)

He reacts to my touch with a soft moan as if a big load of energy was just released inside him. I pull the shirt down his arms until it’s completely off him.

Jaxson wraps those arms around me and finds my lips with his. His tongue is hot and sweet as it swirls with mine, promising me pleasure, companionship and endless love.

I pull back, my eyes locked onto his. I circle him to find the truth he’s trying to hide from me. His strapping body shivers as my eyes rest on his skin. I bring my hand to my mouth, unable to suppress a cry of terror.

His back has been used as a canvas for torture. Long, ugly welts cover him from side to side and top to bottom. The skin is broken in several spots, the caked blood indicating some time has passed since he was beaten. Redness and bruising blend in together around his ribs and over his childhood scar. For someone who plans to make a living using words, I seem to be at a complete loss for them right now.

“Who did this?” I say with a hoarse voice. It’s beyond me how he’s been able to keep a straight face for so long. This must hurt like hell. “Bronson?”

He shakes his head. “Sit down, Ella.”

My whole body is trembling, so sitting down is probably a good idea.

“It was my uncle,” he says. “This was his idea of teaching me a lesson. He locked me away. He had me beaten and flogged. He stole my phone. He said he texted you.”

Oh my God. Lucius fabricated the story of the meeting to get me out of the way? Does he want me dead now, too? I bite my lip because I really don’t want to cause Jax any more grief. I just nod, so he knows I got the text. “And Elaine Parker,” I say. “She was in on it, too.”

“She was, but it ate away at her conscience. Ella, she’s the one who set me free. She said talking to you reminded her of what it’s like to lose the one you love. When my uncle finds out what she did, he could kill her.”

Maybe Lucius loves her a little like she loves him. Maybe that will save her. I really don’t know how to feel about any of this. A dark, menacing cloud hangs above us and we have nowhere to hide.

I finally ask the question that needs to be asked. “Do you trust Wolf?”

“He’s a crazy motherfucker but he doesn’t have the finesse of an accomplished liar. And there’s a semblance of a conscience floating around inside him somewhere. Madison cared for him a great deal. I think he’s telling the truth.”

“He saved my life today,” I say as it’s finally dawning on me.

“And for that I will be forever grateful.”

We kiss again, sitting on the edge of the bed. I don’t ever want to let go. I’m going to keep him glued to me for all the years to come or days or hours or minutes. No matter what happens, I want to be with him until the end.

My hand reaches inside his jeans, taking him by surprise. I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees. He doesn’t react at all until I pull his zipper down, looking up at him.

“Are you going to suck my cock?” he says like it’s a shock to him.

I laugh a little, putting my hands inside the waistband of his jeans to pull them down. “That’s the idea.”

He rolls his hips to help get rid of his pants and boxer briefs. His cock springs out at me half-limp. I grab his shaft in my hand, opening my mouth a little to kiss the tip.

“Oh fuck,” he says as he begins to harden immediately.

I lick up and down his length, feeling how he swells under my tongue. It’s all I want to do, make him happy, taste him, own him.

“Fuck, Ella, take me in your mouth,” he says with a moan. “Suck my cock, honey. I need my girl to suck on me.”

I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, and he’s getting so big, I have to use both hands at the base, moving them up and down in unison with my mouth.

I find my rhythm and start humming around his cock, my tongue teasing him underneath the head.

“God, you know how to suck my cock,” he groans. “You know what I like, what drives me crazy.”

His hand rests on my head, pulling on my hair. “Look at me,” he says.

I dart my eyes upward to look into his, swallowing his cock deeper as he thrusts his hips forward. “Oh, fuck, you’re so beautiful, suck it harder. Milk my fucking cock.”

His exhilaration becomes mine. I can’t stop tasting him. He’s mine. I take him in as deep as I can, sucking and licking, as I feel the muscles in his thighs tense.

“Such a sweet mouth,” he says, panting.

I moan and hum again, sending vibrations up and down his shaft, until I feel him bow over me, pulling my hair tighter in a fist. “Fuck, Ella Wade, I’m going to come.”