Jax (Cocky Cage Fighter Series) Page 13

  "What'd my pain in the ass brother do now?" he asks.

  "He doesn't want me, even if I get out of the case," I say softly into his shirt.

  "I find that very hard to believe," he replies. "He never takes his eyes off of you. I'm telling you, Page, he's seconds away from slamming you against a wall and fucking you."

  "Jude!" I exclaim before apologizing to the other hotel guests. I’m more than thankful when we get off on the eighth floor.

  "It's true," he says as we walk down the hall to our rooms.

  "Only because he's horny and I've been throwing myself at him."

  "Ha!" He barks out a laugh. "Okay, I know my own brother. If Jax was horny he would've been fucking women all weekend. Last night he turned down so many I lost count."

  "He did?" I ask in surprise. "Well, I'm sure it's because of his trial. He's trying not to get caught in any more drama."

  "Do you really think that would stop him? I don’t. He's hung up on you and no one else will do. I can tell by the way he completely ignores other women. That's not Jax. Usually he'll size up every room he enters trying to decide who he wants to fuck. There are always more choices than Baskin Robbins, but lately it's you and only you."

  I shake my head and stop outside my door to pull my keycard from my cleavage.

  "That was a really awesome thing to witness," Jude jokes. "Now go get some sleep and then tomorrow act like you could care less about him. It'll drive the arrogant bastard crazy. Watch and see, I’ll bet you a pack of double stuffed Oreos that I'm right," he says with a smile.

  "You're on," I agree. "Goodnight, Jude."

  "'Night.”

  Chapter Nine

  Page

  After a weekend of drinking, sunbathing, and gambling, all while enduring the presence of the hottest man on the planet telling me he doesn't want me, I can’t wait to go to court and get this over with.

  It's early Monday morning and I'm ready right on time. I grab my keycard and shoulder bag, then head for the lobby to meet up with the guys to head to the courthouse. I'd just pulled my room door shut when I hear my name.

  "Page?" Jax says from behind me, causing me to jump.

  "Sheesh, you scared me!" I tell him, turning around to face the man who had just given me a freaking heart attack. No wait, I think seeing him in a dark suit, crisp white dress shirt and blue tie might be what actually does me in. The man is gorgeous in jeans and a tee, but in a suit, Lord have mercy.

  "Goddamn," Jax mutters, his eyes roaming over my sleeveless cerulean dress that's a little more slutty than professional, but I want to look good for all the judgmental talking head pricks. Oh, and how cute, the two of us match yet again.

  "I'm about to be broadcast and talked about across the country," I explain, running my fingers through the long curls that took me forever to get just right. I didn't wear my hair down for him, I just wanted to do something different with it.

  "Were you going for the Instant Boner Professional Chic look?" he asks, making me laugh. "If so, you nailed it."

  "Funny, but that's enough, Jax," I warn him. "You've got to stop looking at me like that, too. Cameras are going to be watching your every little move today."

  "And how exactly am I looking at you?" He stalks forward like a hungry predator until he's only a foot away from me.

  "I don't know, just ...that way," I say, gesturing in the general direction of his face.

  "What way?" he asks innocently, contradicting that notion when his tongue wets his bottom lip. "Like you're a berry flavored Tootsie Roll pop and I want to yank your...wrapper off to find out exactly how many licks it takes to get to your center?"

  My breath whooshes out of my lungs and my blood is boiling. I'm so hot I'm melting from the inside out.

  "Um, yeah, I was thinking more along the lines of you licking the bottom of a Ben & Jerry's container but your ah, Tootsie pop analogy works pretty well too," I ramble, pushing my hair nervously behind an ear and keeping my eyes on the carpet instead of on his liquid lava pools. "Either way, you need to um, stop because it's…inappropriate, and the, ah...the paparazzi will flip out..."

  "Then we better do something about it before we get to the courthouse."

  I lift my head in confusion, and his heated stare fogs up my brain even more arousal than his naughty words.

  "Ah, what?" I ask.

  I gasp when my back suddenly hits the room door. Jax's massive, carved from granite body is pressed deliciously against mine before I even notice he'd moved. His erection pokes all thick and hard into my abdomen, and I barely suppress a needy whimper. My traitorous arms wrap around his back, pulling him even closer to smell his clean masculine scent.

  "I'm thirty seconds away from finding out just how many licks of my tongue it'll take to get you off. If I can do it in less than fifty you're going to fuck me. Less than forty, you're going to suck me. Deal?" he asks while brushing his lips over my ear. I can't think with him rubbing both of his warm hands slowly up the back my thighs, underneath my dress, and I realize I've been holding my breath.

  "Yes," I moan in an exhale when a shiver causes my body to undulate against his, pulling a groan from Jax that I feel rumble out of his chest.

  "Key?"

  "What?" I ask uncomprehending.

  "Come on, Page. I need your room key now, before I drop to my knees and go down on you right here in the middle of this fucking hallway."

  "Oh," I reply in understanding with another shiver, then reach into my briefcase to pull the plastic card out with a shaky hand. Jax jerks it from me and does it himself when I take too long. A second later my feet leave the floor and he's carrying me inside my room, the door slamming shut behind us.

  "Wait," I say flattening a palm to his heaving chest. Jax freezes but then puts me down. My bag falls from my shoulder to the floor, forgotten. "I thought…you said you weren't interested…"

  "I'd fail that polygraph because I was lying like a motherfucker," Jax says.

  "I don't want to just be a means to an end because you're horny," I tell him.

  "I'm desperate for you and only you, princess," he replies before picking me back up. He doesn't stop again until he's lowering me to the bed, his lips crashing down on mine an instant before our tongues caress each other's, hot and urgent. One of his hands goes under my dress, yanking my panties down and flinging them to the floor.

  "Start counting," he says when he slides down my body and spreads my thighs wide open.

  The first lick of his wet tongue on my flesh has my hips levitating off the mattress, and a cry of pleasure escaping my throat.

  "Count or I'll have to stop after each one to do it for you," he warns.

  "Wh-one," I force myself to say so he'll keep going. "Oh God, two. Three! Yes!" I'm about to combust from the incredible ecstasy pumping through my body caused by his rapidly swirling tongue. "Four, five, six, ohhh seven!" My entire body shakes from the building pressure. It's almost too much for me to handle, but the tight grip of his hands on my thighs hold me captive.

  "EIGHT! Oh fuck!" I yell to the ceiling and thrash when his fingers penetrate me while he keeps lapping at me. It's too good. Too much. "Nine! Oh Godddd, nine. TEN, eleven, twelve! Ah! Thirteen! Four…AH YES!" is the last coherent thought I have when my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, leaving nothing but complete destruction behind. Instead of stopping, Jax keeps right on going. It's like he's finally speaking the native tongue of my pussy, the one it's been craving and needing my whole life. The next time I come I yell out Jax's name in praise and gratitude rather than a number.

  "Oh shit, I can't move a muscle," I tell him when I can speak again. My thighs have fallen open, all modesty forgotten, and my arms are lying limply beside me.

  "All I need is your mouth to move," Jax replies, his voice deeper than normal. Oh yeah, that was the other part of our deal, and not one I mind accommodating at all.

  I tilt my head to the side and watch as he stands up, unzips his suit pants and pushes them and his
boxer briefs down in one shove. Holy moly, I'd forgotten how huge his cock is, protruding in my direction like a dangerous weapon.

  I look up at Jax when he cradles the back of my head and brings it toward his body. My eyes stay on his as I lick my lips and open wide for him to shove his cock into my mouth.

  "Ah fuck!" He groans when my lips seal around his length, sucking as I pull away.

  I roll to my side and prop myself up on my elbow to find a better angle to take him deeper. Holding his cock by the base in a loose fist, my other hand drops down to caress his balls.

  "Fuck, Page," he growls when I take him as deep as I can go. No sooner do I pull back than he's pulling my head forward again. I hum my approval as he works my mouth faster on his cock. "That feels fucking incredible," he says, and then he can't hold his hips back any longer. They thrust forward in contrast to the direction of his fingers tangling in my hair, forcing himself down my throat and making me moan with my mouth full.

  "Ahhh, God! That's enough," he grumbles. "Page, stop." I look up at his face. His eyes are pitch black, his jaw clenched tight like he's that volcano again, about to explode. I give a slight shake of my head, indicating my intention. "Damn, woman…you're a fucking saint," he says, running his fingertips gently along my jaw while I continue to fill my mouth with his length. His entire body locks up a second before a choked off "Ah, ah, ah" sounds come flowing out of his mouth at the same time the thick, warm liquid runs down the back of my throat.

  When I pull my mouth off of him, Jax sinks down to his knees beside the bed and reaches for me, pulling my mouth to his, weaving both of his hands through my hair. There's nothing gentle or soft about his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It's a hot and possessive kiss, showing me how much he wants me.

  If not for the knock on the door, we probably wouldn't have stopped until Jax was inside me.

  Reality slams sharply back into focus. Shit…ake mushrooms, we have to get to court! What the hell was I thinking? Did I regret what we'd just done? Heck no, but it was still stupid all the same.

  When our lips pull apart, Jax gets quickly to his feet and starts redressing while I sit up on the side of the bed and try to order my legs to hold me up when I stand. Even knowing I need to rush, I'm too relaxed and happy from the orgasms to get upset.

  "Yo, Page?" Jude calls out from the other side of the hotel door. "Didn't you say we had to leave by eight-thirty? And have you seen Jax? We don't know where the fuck he's at. He was supposed to meet us downstairs and he's not in his room or answering his phone."

  Knowing it's just Jude makes me feel a little more at ease. I pick up my panties from the floor and duck into the bathroom to let Jax deal with him. I need a moment to put myself back together after having my world rocked.

  …

  Jax

  I zip my pants and quickly tuck in my dress shirt before jerking Page's room door open.

  "Oh," Jude mutters in surprise, his eyes widening when he stumbles backward a step. He's cleaned himself up a little nicer than his usual sweats, wearing a pair of khakis and a white polo shirt for court and the cameras. "Here you are. And damn, I have to say that pink is really not your color. Maybe try some red, it'll go better with your dark skin and hair."

  "What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask, and unfortunately I still sound like I just ran a few miles. I guess that's to be expected after Page just blew the fuck out of me. I almost groan aloud thinking about how sexy the woman was looking up at me while her mouth was full of my cock.

  "I'm talking about your lipstick choice, bro. I know you want to look good for the cameras and all, but that's taking it a little too far, don't you think?"

  "Shit!" I exclaim in understanding, glancing around for a napkin or tissue. I snatch some up from the hotel dispenser and head for the mirror over the dresser.

  Son of a bitch. How much of the shit was Page wearing, and how come I didn't notice? There are probably pink rings around my cock too. I quickly dismiss that thought before all the blood can rush back down to investigate.

  Jude follows me around the room and I know he's waiting for an explanation. Tough titties.

  "What time is it?" I ask him while I scrub my face. It's going to take some water to get this mess off, so I go back over to the kitchen sink to wet a towel.

  "Eight-forty."

  "Fuck!" I exclaim. "Page, we've got to go!"

  "Shouldn't you be in a better mood? You know, after getting it in?" Jude asks.

  "Watch your fucking mouth, and I didn't get it in," I bark, which is technically true since he interrupted before I could fuck her. Satisfied that all the lipstick is finally gone I toss the napkins in the trash.

  "Bullshit." Jude laughs. "You'd have me believe that you both lost track of time for something as important as court, and all you were doing was what...kissing?"

  "I'm serious, Jude. Shut the hell up, and don't say a goddamn word about it outside of this room!"

  "I know that, and I won't, so calm the fuck down."

  The bathroom door opens and Page finally steps out. Other than her face being a little flushed, she looks just as perfect as she did before I attacked her. God, she's so fucking sexy, all that long, blonde hair streaming down over her shoulders while rocking that killer dress.

  "Wheeewwww," Jude whistles. "Hot damn, Page! Now I know exactly why you two are running late. And you owe me some Oreos."

  Oreos?

  Pages smiles shyly as she moves through the room. "I know, double stuffed," she says to him, grabbing up her briefcase from where it hit the floor. "Ready?" she asks, finally making eye contact with me for the first time since before we were interrupted.

  When she starts to turn away I grab her waist and hold her in place so I can lean down and brush a soft kiss on her cheek. "You look gorgeous."

  She blinks her big blue eyes up at me a second in surprise before she smiles and says, "So do you."

  "All right, people, let's go!" Jude huffs at the delay.

  After what we just did together...I don't want Page thinking it's just sex between us. That I just wanted to get off. She deserves more than that, and for the first time in my life I actually want more than that.

  "Yeah. Let's go," I agree, leading the way out the room to the elevator and hitting the down arrow.

  "Are we okay?" Page asks softly to Jude. "Can you tell?"

  "Other than your cheeks being a little pink, his lips looking redder than normal, and my cock being hard as a rock, we're fine."

  "Thanks." She laughs as we step into the elevator and head for the lobby.

  "Where's Dad?" I ask.

  "He was getting the valet to bring the car around, so we should be able to leave as soon as we get down."

  "Good."

  When the door opens we walk quickly to the front where our ride waits. At least the courthouse is only a few blocks over.

  After Page climbs in the back, I shove Jude toward the front so I can sit with her.

  "Really, Jax?" my dad grumbles as soon as everyone’s in and all the doors shut.

  "What?" I ask innocently.

  "You know exactly what," he replies, maneuvering the car away from the curb. "You both better be damn careful."

  "Remember, don't make any comments to the media, and let me talk if the judge or prosecutor asks any questions," Page says to me. It's impossible to look at her luscious mouth now without thinking about my cock in it. Her dress is riding up her thighs and all I want to do is throw her down and fuck her until she screams my name again.

  "Don't look at me," I tell her, adjusting the growing bulge in my pants.

  "What?" she asks, glancing down at my hand on my cock.

  "When I look at you…I can't help thinking about...earlier."

  "Geez," my dad mutters, putting the signal on for the courthouse parking lot. I try not to stress about all the media vans lining the street.

  "Oh God, everyone's going to know," Page mumbles, covering her face with both hands.

  "Jus
t forget about the polygraph and go back to treating me like I'm an angry asshole who is guilty."

  "Yes! Okay, I'll try to do that." She nods.

  "And I'll go back to treating you like a spoiled, elitist bitch."

  "Hey!" she exclaims, whipping her head in my direction indignantly.

  "This can work, see? You're such a pampered princess, thinking you're better than everyone."

  Her eyes narrow at me when the SUV comes to a stop in a parking spot. "And you are a stubborn jerk who won't consider a plea deal even though it's your best chance of getting out of jail before your thirtieth birthday," she responds.

  "I'm not fucking pleading!"

  "Yeah, this is much better." She exhales. "We might be able to do this after all. You ready?"

  Even though she just managed to royally piss me off, I still have to stop myself from reaching for her hand in comfort. Instead I take a deep breath and open the car door.

  I'm instantly greeted with cameras, microphones and questions being hurled at me faster than an MLB catcher.

  "Excuse me," I say as politely as possible as I push my way through toward the courthouse entrance. I don't wait for Page, figuring it’s best to keep my distance. When some of the reporters yell Jude's name to ask him questions, at least I know he's right behind me.

  After we make it up the steps and through the front doors things calm down. There are more reporters roped off at the entrance, but no cameras allowed thankfully. My dad catches up with us and we have to empty our pockets and go through a set of metal detectors. On the other side I finally turn to find Page.

  Talking to the horde of vultures she looks confident and composed with her shoulders squared and chin raised. She's so damn sexy it hurts.

  "Look away," Jude mutters quietly beside me. I know he's right so I turn my back to her.

  "Let's go," Page says a minute later, not slowing down when she walks past us, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor with her sure and purposeful stride. Of course I follow her, right down the hallway and through the double doors of the courtroom. It's filled with people in every row, plenty of which seem to be fans who had actually made posters and shit. Huh, quickly reading a few of them, they all think I’m innocent. That’s good to know.