Some nights, p.7
Some Nights, page 7
“Invite me in.”
The denial is on the tip of my tongue. He shouldn’t come in. I can’t let him. I’m pissed and horny and I’ve already embarrassed myself enough for one day. There’s no need to prolong the inevitable. But I move aside. Because apparently I have absolutely no willpower.
He stalks in the room and in one single, fluid move, he drops the bags to the side and snatches me by my waist. My body slams against his, ripping a gasp that doesn’t fully come out because his mouth is over mine, his tongue plunging past my lips. His kiss is hungry, like he’s starving for me or maybe he’s trying to swallow me whole. Renewed desire sparks through my bloodstream. My hands curl on the back of his shirt and I kiss him back with all the anger settling on my chest.
His hand tangles in my hair and he rips his mouth from mine. His eyes glow, the golden specks like a feral animal’s. They set off something primitive and uncontrollable in me. And I’m wet.
“I want to fuck,” he rough-whispers against my mouth. Like I’m prey he’s afraid of spooking.
I’m not spooked but my lips are dry without his and I run my tongue over them. “That’s not a good idea.”
His eyes don’t drift from my lips. “It’s the worst fucking idea in the world but I still want to fuck you. Is that a no?”
The hand around my waist tightens and he’s hard and hot against my belly. I need to tell him to go but as if by panic, my fingers crush around his T-shirt and he presses me closer.
His teeth clamp over my lower lip and then he sucks it into his mouth. I climb on my toes, my body desperate for friction.
Jax walks me back two steps until I’m up against the bathroom door frame. He tilts my hips up and his erection rubs against my front. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God. I want to. So bad but this is not good. I already turn into a fool around him. I shove my eyes closed and let my head drift against the frame.
His hand tightens on my hair and my eyes fly open but he’s just staring.
“Do you want me to fuck you or do you want me to leave?”
My mind is yelling all sorts of warnings but I’m so desperate and needy and my hands are pulling him closer. Then I see the tilt of a smile on his lips. He knows how bad I want him. That pisses me off even more. It also bolsters my will.
I tilt my chin up and meet his eyes with a challenge of my own. “Fine, Jax. Fuck me and then get the fuck out.”
9
Jax
* * *
All I need to hear is, “Fine, Jax. Fuck me…”
And that’s going to be all there is. That’s why I pull her into the bathroom. She wants me out and it’s closer to the door.
Saona gives a surprise yelp when I turn her around and meet her eyes in the mirror. The surprise is gone in a flash and that defiant chin comes up like she can tell what I’m thinking and she can meet me tit-for-tat. And she does. She sticks her ass out to rub against my crotch.
“Is this how you want it? Against this counter with our clothes still on?”
She shrugs. “It’s a fuck. Isn’t it?” I nod and she braces her hands on the counter. “Fuck me, then.”
Electricity shoots through my dick. I want her to writhe under me. I want to fuck her like she wants it. I grab her hips in my hand and jerk them back until my hard on is bouncing off her thick ass. Her back curves in a beautiful reflex that brings her cheeks up and rubs her covered pussy against my erection.
I reach around and unbutton her pants. My fingers graze the skin of her belly and she bucks against my crotch. But that defiant look never slips from her eyes. I yank the pants down, pushing them past her knees. My hands run up her thighs, digging into her ass and because this is the last time I’ll probably get the chance, I give it a light smack. Her gasp is a mixture of surprise and something else that makes me almost spill my seed on the spot.
“You like that?”
She twists her body and brings her head around to look at my crotch. The smile that blooms on her lips is wicked. “Yeah, but I think it did more for you.”
I don’t answer, instead I fumble with my pants and pull out my dick. It’s hot and full and begging me to sink it in her. I’m like a fifteen-year-old, with trembling hands and slippery fingers, as I yank the condom out my wallet. I sense Saona’s burning gaze and look up just in time for her tongue to disappear inside her mouth again.
Fuck fuck fuck. I grab my meat in my hand and rub circles in her entrance and guide it in. My spine tingles and how the hell can my dick get harder than this?
“Come on,” she hums.
Yes, I want to come too.
I thrust in, all the way, until my balls bump against her skin. God fucking bless Kegels. I don’t know how she does those pussy workouts and I don’t care. I’m clenching my teeth against her tight, quivering tunnel.
Whoever calls them sugar walls was right because nothing is sweeter than her pussy and I want to rot in her saccharine goodness while I rut her like a fucking animal. But no, her pleasure is more important than mine right now. Because…I want to make her come so hard she forgets that everything else but me and my cock exist. I want her to fucking regret kicking me out. I want her to still hear herself screaming my name in this bathroom long after I’m gone.
Her head comes up and she stares in my eyes through the mirror. She rocks her hips and starts cooking a rhythm of her own, using my cock like a dildo. I reach around her and rub my fingers up and down between her wet folds. My other hand sneaks under her shirt and frees one tit from her bra. I roll her nipple between my fingers and tug it until she mewls. That sets me off and I pound her kitten with my cock. Steel stroking through tight, hot satin.
And like she needs more, she climbs on her tiptoes, presses her chest down on the marble counter and her ass higher up. My dick goes deeps and she gasps out, “Right there. Yeah, right there.”
My hands switch to her hips and I pound into her time and time again until her nails start scraping at the marble. The tingling is everywhere on my body and my balls turn heavier and hard like iron.
I’m praying for her to come but all that comes out of my mouth is. “God.”
And just when I know I can’t hold for a second longer, those beautiful satin walls quicken fast around my cock and I burst, going numb.
I don’t know what my lungs are doing but my breath is gone and I can’t move.
Saona is not moving either. She’s still, breathing hard, with that beautiful ass in the air, tempting me. I need to get out of this bathroom before I grab that messy hair in my hands again and kiss that swollen mouth until my cock reawakens from its coma or I’m tempted to turn her around and drop to my knees and fuck her with my tongue. To rob her like she robbed me of all my juices, which are currently weighing heavy on the condom still sheathing my dick. She took my breath and my anger and a lot more because I can’t remember why I was so pissed off at her.
I discard the condom on the trash can and ask, “You’re going to be okay?”
She nods but she doesn’t lift her head, doesn’t look at me.
How did we go from chatting and teasing each other to what feels like hate fucking?
I stumble out of the bathroom and look to my left, to the door I’m supposed to go through. It stands like a beacon, begging me to go through it and save myself from her disdain.
I should go like she told me to. I reach for the doorknob and yank the door open, only to let it slide closed. My legs won’t move. I reach for the knob again but her whisper freezes me on the spot.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Saona. You just made goodbye harder.”
I take two steps back to look into the bathroom. Her eyes are still closed, her ass still in the air. She hasn’t moved from where I left her.
And it hits me hard. This isn’t one of our usual arguments. We won’t be laughing about it tomorrow. Because there will be no tomorrow. If I leave now, I won’t see her again. She’s decided it’s over and I know her well by now. She stands by her decisions.
She’ll go back to New York and won’t ever call me again. I like her calls. There won’t be any more stupid arguments. I like arguing with her. I’m not mad enough to throw away the late calls, the laughter, the dirty talk, or the way she listens to me. I like her too much for that.
Shit, I like her.
My long day weighs me down and I’m tired of everything. I turn away from the door, head to the bedroom area, and drop myself on her bed. My zipper’s still undone and my breath’s still ragged. On my back, I catch my breath and listen to her move about. No doubt she’s still pissed off and will get even more so when she comes out to find me here. I’ll have to deal with it soon enough but for now, I’ll concentrate on getting myself together to talk to her and ignore the thought that’s whispering in the lower part of my brain.
Jesus, that woman can fuck when she’s angry.
Saona
It was a mistake.
I whisper to myself for the umpteenth time. I should be too tired, too numb to beat myself up but I’m not. The flog my mind is whipping on my heart continues and my body is pointing an accusatory finger too.
I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, Saona. You’re not a ‘one for the road’ kinda girl. Your bravado got you fucked, literally and figuratively.
I push myself up and away from the sink. I keep my eyes low, not daring to look in the mirror. I would picture Jax behind me with that intent look, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth, or hear the way he said God right before he came like he found salvation.
I don’t want to see myself either, flushed and well-fucked. Really well fucked. And now it’s really over. It’s not like the last time. He won’t call me and I won’t call him again. I’m so embarrassed. I sigh and grab a towel. I need to shower but my legs won’t let me. I’m too tired right now. I wet the towel and run it over my face and neck. When I swipe it over my lower region, there’s a lovely little tingle that I dismiss. Like I dismiss the shiver set off by the memory of how I got that.
I swipe left on those thoughts, banishing them far. I need to sit down, so I stumble out of the bathroom in a hurry, only to stumble on my feet. Jax is lying on my bed. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even.
Unlike mine.
My pulse is hammering or rattling. He’s so beautiful, I want to climb over him and get him to fuck me some more. That’s what we’re supposed to be. Fun times and casual sex. I ruined all that and am all twisted up now. Yeah, that fuck was a bad idea.
Why is he still here?
I take the opposite side at the other end of the bed and clear my throat. “You’re going to be late.”
“Did you invite the other bartender over? Is that why you want me out so bad?”
“Of course not. I just don’t want you missing out for—”
“Something’s that not that serious?” He opens his eyes now but still doesn’t look at me.
Heat flushes over my face. My words keep coming back to haunt me. “Look…I shouldn’t have said that.”
He turns to face me, his eyes searing over my face. “Why did you?”
I almost look away but I can’t. His gaze is holding mine prisoner. “Because I messed up and I was embarrassed.”
He says and does nothing and I have two choices. I can let it be what it is. He can accept it or leave. Except he could have left but he didn’t. He’s still here.
“I had this stupid idea that I would come in to the bar and you would be happy and we would come here and it would be hot, like last time…” I trail off.
“I would say it was hotter than before this time around, with the two of us being pissed off and all.”
“I’m being serious and you’re being an asshole.”
His hand shoots out and grabs mine before I can stand. “I’m not. I’m being honest. I came so hard I can hardly think and you came so hard you could barely move. And for the record, I am happy to see you. What I don’t appreciate is being tested.”
“Tested?” I try to snatch my hand back but he has a death grip in it.
“Yeah, tested. I don’t sleep with every woman that hits on me at the bar. Instead of answering my questions, you kept trying to push me to go out and assuring me that you weren’t there to get in my way.”
“I never said you slept with every woman. I wasn’t trying to test you. I meant it. You could have gone out tonight with her. You still can.”
“And I could still call you and we would still carry on like we have been?”
I want to say yes but the words don’t come out. Because hell no. I wouldn’t still be here and if he had gone out on his date tonight, I wouldn’t stick around. “No. Because I would feel like that would be getting in the way. And I still am. If I wasn’t here right now, you would be out with them, getting to know her better.”
“You don’t know anything—”
Jesus, how many times can this dude piss me off in one night? “I don’t believe you.”
“I’m not a fucking liar, Saona.”
The rough way he says my name should be a warning but I don’t heed it. “If you’re not lying, then tell me the fucking truth.”
He sits and yanks on my hand, dragging me until I’m a breath away.
“The fucking truth is, if I had wanted to get to know Kelsey better, I would have gone to Matt and Lacey’s every time they tried to set us up for a dinner, just the four of us. I would have fucking called her because I have her fucking number in my fucking phone. I would have gone to the party last week, instead of spending the whole fucking night talking to you until four in the fucking morning…”
I suck in a breath of air. I’m stunned and by the frozen, open-mouthed look in his face, so is he. He lets go of my hand and tries to move away. I can’t let him leave after what he just said. My heart is telling me it’s the truth. I straddle his lap. I reach for his face but he flinches.
“Don’t get up.”
“I need to go.” His voice is tight, his tone is determined but he’s not looking in my eyes.
“No.”
He blinks a couple of times, like he’s never heard the word before. “You know I can still get up with you there.”
But he won’t look at me and I recognize that look on his face. He’s embarrassed. I can try to set his mind at ease but that would be worse.
Talking to him won’t do. Him leaving won’t either.
I grind my hips slow against him until his pupils dilate. Then I bury my face in his neck, kissing my way up to his ears and catch his lobe between my teeth. “Tonight, let’s stick to the one thing we always agree on.”
10
Jax
* * *
“You don’t need to send us that much money, Jackson. You need it for your house.”
I smile. Because what I sent her is only three hundred bucks. Something that shouldn't put a dent on my budget or hers. And she and Aunt Iris need it. Their Social Security checks put together cover all their expenses but don’t stretch to the repairs I can’t make in their house.
“It's just a little money, Mom. The house is doing fine. I'm starting on the kitchen this week. Oh, by the way, I'll be there next weekend to cut the grass.”
“You work too much. You need to go out and have fun, instead of worrying about two old ladies.”
“Hey, those are my beautiful ladies you're talking about. I need to get in there before the sly Mr. Robertson comes in with all his old man swag to play hero. If I’m not careful, you’ll give him my 7-Up pound cake.”
She laughs. “Your aunt makes that cake for you. Her suitor gets only a small piece. Speaking of, what are you doing this weekend?”
“I work at the bar tonight and I’m working on the house the rest of the weekend.”
I’m not about to tell her that I’m also having dinner with Saona.
“You work too much, Jackson. Young men have needs. Don’t want you to get the blue balls.”
I suck in so much air I end up choking and coughing. I want to die right now. “Jesus, Mom.”
“It’s the truth. I read about it in Cosmopolitan. You really don’t want the blood to stay pooled in there and I haven’t heard you talk about going out since that girl.”
That girl, said between clenched teeth, was my mom’s special name for Josie. She had never liked her, ever since she came to visit and turned up her nose at Aunt Iris’ cake and examined their house, as my mom put it, like she was smelling dog poop but was too polite to say it. But I’m more disturbed by the talk of blue balls.
“Mom, please stay out of my testicles.”
“The article says it’s painful, Jackson.”
Jesus H… “For your information, I’m going out with a woman tonight.”
“Oh.” And the way she says the word is so Mom. It packs surprise, delight, and underlying hope. “Who is she? She’s not like that girl, is she? Is she a good girl?”
My thoughts cloud with Saona crawling up my body to sit on my face and the segue swivel into a sixty-nine and my hands tighten around the steering wheel. “She’s a good girl.”
Really good at fucking me.
“Not too good, I hope, so you don’t get bored and turn to the drunken tarts that come to your job.”
How is this a real conversation? I take the downtown exit and try to get off the phone. “I have to go now, I’m about to pick her up. I’ll see you next weekend. Give a hug to Aunt Iris.”
“Okay, hon. We look forward to hearing all about your date with…what did you say her name is?”
“I didn’t.”
“What is it, then, Jackson?”
I sigh. It’s futile. “It’s Saona.”
“I never heard that before.”
“It’s an island from her country. Her family is from the Dominican Republic.”
“Latina. Iris, Jackson’s dating a hot Latina,” she yells out.
