“Skull will kill you,” I growl trying to kick him again, but he maneuvers his leg so it pens mine and I can’t move.
“You’re probably right. But, you know what, sweet Bree? I think it’d be worth it. Now, hold still,” he snarls.
I try with everything I am to fight, but in the end I give in, because I can’t move anyway. He has me pinned against the truck. The weight of his body and his hold on me keeps me gathered in so tight that there’s no hope for freedom. I give in with a heavy, exerted breath.
“Fine,” I grate.
“Are you done now?” he asks. I don’t answer, but he must take my lack of movement as agreement. “Why did you run out on me?”
“Because you’re an asshole,” I growl.
“I told you to behave,” he whispers in my ear, the tone of his voice much softer than it was moments ago, and I can’t deny the chills that run through my body, nor the fact that they have everything to do with excitement and not fear. I’m so lost in the sensation; I don’t expect what happens next.
His hand moves down my back, slowly. So slowly I can’t concentrate. So slowly it’s getting scrambled in my mind as to whether this is torture or pleasure. I think both. My breath stills in my throat as I feel his large hand spread and cup my ass.
“Jesus,” he mutters and my heartbeat goes crazy. I can feel a hunger inside me. I’ve never felt it before, but I know that’s what it is. My body feels heated, my breasts feel like there’s a current of power running through them. My nipples tighten aching to be touched, but I’m pretty sure only one touch will do. The magnetic pull I’ve felt toward Jax from the first minute I saw him has suddenly exploded. Wiggling my ass against him, wanting more of his touch, I can feel the hard ridge of his cock.
It should scare me. For all my talk about being an adult at eighteen, I’ve never had sex. I’ve never wanted to. I thought there was something wrong with me honestly. Until I laid eyes on Jax, I had never felt a pull towards a man. I’ve never felt such desire. So, these new feelings? I’m not scared. Not at all. Mostly, I just want more. More of whatever he will give me.
“You feel me don’t you, sweet Bree. Feel how hard I am? I told you it was dangerous to tease a grown man.”
“Fuck you,” I taunt, pissed that he chooses this moment, this moment when I finally feel like a woman to make me feel like a little girl again. He’s taking something beautiful and earth shattering and ruining it for me.
His hand leaves, and I wait for him to let me turn around so we can fight and get it out there—so I can finally get away from him. That doesn’t happen. Instead his hand connects hard with my ass.
I am barely able to register what just happened before he’s speaking again. “Little girls shouldn’t use such language,” his dark, sexy voice rumbles low in my ear just as he’s spanking me hard again, just below where his first one hit. With the initial shock gone, the sting and the pain are almost instant. I try to twist away, but he doesn’t let me, he just lands another slap against my ass.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, using language no other person, not even my father has driven me to. Jax’s response is another well placed slap against my ass. The sting vibrates through my body, burning me like fire, but something strange happens. The heat seems to settle between my legs. I can feel myself growing wet and shock now wars with need. I grow perfectly still, confused and unsure of what is happening. When he spanks me again my pussy actually contracts. What’s wrong with me?
“Watch the language, Bree. You might not like what I wash your mouth out with,” he warns and maybe it’s because I’m already aroused. Maybe it’s because Jax’s voice is hoarse and he’s in control of my body. It could be because I can still feel the hard line of his cock pushing against my ass. Whatever it is, at his words the vision of me on my knees in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth zips through my mind. My entire body does a full shudder. I know he can feel it. There’s no way I can hide it. Just like there’s no way I can stop the soft moan that’s full of need escaping from my lips.
I want him.
I need him.
Chapter Eleven
Jax
Motherfucker.
I feel her body shake and there’s no way to deny that she’s excited. The knowledge cements in my brain so much that when my hand lands on her ass, it clenches against the soft juicy bottom in reflex. Her moan is the last straw.
“Jesus Christ, are you wet right now, Bree?” I have to know.
“Jax…” my name on her tongue is the sweetest, hottest motherfucking sound.