Layers (24 page)

I smile. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing. The story just makes me happy.”

“That’s a little weird.”

“But it makes me happy.” I pout.

“Okay, Miss happy, can we get back to my
agenda?
”

I smile again then run my hands around his balls then up his cock. I bend and take it in my mouth. I work it—up and down—taking it deeper and deeper until it hits my gag reflex. Then I lick my way up and start the process over again.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he hisses.

I smile with his cock buried down my throat, which is quite the feat. I give myself a well-deserved mental slap on the back. You go girl! With renewed confidence I slide on down and swallow. Holy hell. My eyes water and I choke and jerk it out.

“Fuck, babe, don’t stop.”

Sorry, babe that’s not going to happen.
I give him one last slow lick then work my way up. I kiss up his very happy trail, and then dip my tongue into his navel.

“It’s a good thing you’re not an outie, Mr. Ryan.”

“And why is that, Ms. Keith?”

“Because that’s a definite deal-breaker.”

“It is, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then—thank fuck.”

“Yes, thank fuck.”

I continue my journey kissing up his abs, and then lick up his pecks and over a nipple. I lick around it—suck on it—then bite. He growls deeply, and it vibrates under my lips. I give his other nipple the same treatment, then I kiss and suck my way up his neck.

I kiss just below his ear lobe. It’s one of his special spots. Then I press my lips onto his. Our lips lock and our tongues dance as we grin into each other. My clit starts to tingle and I need him inside. Now! I sit up and (Look Ma, no hands) start to slip him inside me.

“Babe,” he groans.

I slowly take him in. We both moan when he’s fully seated. Holy shit. Apparently my vagina’s not a bike rider—it forgets. Fuck me.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah, just accommodating.”

He smirks.

“What? You think that’s funny?”

“God no. I think it’s great. What guy wouldn’t want to hear that he’s being accommodated?”

“Good to know.” I pull up slightly. My walls have encased him, and I can feel the big guy pulsate. I lean over and lay my ear over his heart. I feel the beat of his heart against my cheek. And for some weird reason it feels so damn good—heavenly.

“Lex, what are you doing?”

“Feeling the beats of your heart on my cheek and the beat of the big guy in my vagina.”

“Okay…I think.”

I sit up and slide down over him again. I smile.

“Are we okay?” he asks.

“Never better.”

I lower onto him and slowly begin to ride. I take him unhurried and deep, over and over. Jax tries to roll me off him, but I push down and shake my head. Then he raises his hips and thrusts them into me. I push down on his chest.

“I’m working on your
agenda
at my pace.”

“Okay, just don’t stop” he moans.

“I’ll never stop babe—I’ll never stop.”

I give him more and he grinds into me. My clit hums and hardens. He sits up and I wrap my thighs around him.

He brings his lips to a nipple and sucks it in. “Jax” I cry out.

“Wait babe, I’m almost there.” He grinds into me a couple more times. “I’m there babe—let go.”

“Yes,” I hiss as my orgasm and his rush through us and entwine.

He starts to shake. “Fuck me,” he shivers and lies back, taking me with him.

I lay on top of him for a few minutes.

“That was…”

“Heaven
” he finishes for me.

“Yes, heaven.

Five hours later we lay tangled together after one hell of three am fuck.

“I think you bottomed me out, or I was bottomed out.”

“I think it’s, I bottomed you out.”

I think about this for a few seconds. “Maybe it’s only when you do the bottom thing, you bottom out.”

“The bottom thing?” He smirks.

“Yeah, you know. The bottom thing—backdoor.”

“Oh, the backdoor thing? You might be right, but I don’t think so. Have you done the bottom thing?” he asks and lifts a brow.

“Yes, once.”

“Have you done the bottom thing?” I ask.

“Yes, of course.” He chuckles.

“And you liked it?”

“Lex, I’m a guy—I loved it.”

“Just out of curiosity, were they okay?”

“Who?”

“The women that you bottomized.

He laughs. “Bottomized? If you mean fucked in the ass, then yeah, I think they were okay. Maybe better than okay.”

“Interesting?”

“Why?”

“Because if you put the big guy into my bottom—I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Lex, there are things that you can do before that will help you with the bottom thing.”

“I know. Likes plugs and stuff. But Jax have you seen your dick?”

“I see my dick every day—many times a day. So are you saying no to the bottom thing?”

“Is it a deal breaker if I said yes?”

“No, but have you seen your asshole?”

I laugh. “No, not lately.”

“Well Lex, let’s just say it’s mighty fine. The best looking hole I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t know if I should thank you for that, or be kind of freaked that you’ve looked at so many.”

“It’s high praise. You should be proud of it. And some day I’d like to fuck it.”

“Okay, I guess. Is it okay if we just do the finger thing for a while?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Lex, you’re special.”

“Because I have a fine asshole?”

“No, because we fit.”

“We fit huh.” I smile.”

“Yes, don’t you think so?”

“Yes, I really think so. Maybe it’s a Kama Sutra thing. You know, the higher match, the horse and the deer or is it the horse and the mare or hare?”

“I have no fucking clue, I never read it.”

“You’ve never read the Kama Sutra?”

“I looked at the pictures.”

“You only looked at the pictures?”

“I’m a guy, we only look at the pictures.”

“I see, like the ‘Playboy’ thing.”

“Yes, exactly. If a guy tells you he’s reading the articles, he’s a lying bastard.”

“You know Kama sounds similar to come-a. Like I’m going to kama or I’m kaming.”

“Lex, no more talking or thinking. Get on your hands and knees because I’m going to fuck your pussy while looking at your fine asshole.”

“Will you do the finger thing?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be doing the finger thing.”

“You’re the best, Jax”

“I know, Lex.”

Later that morning…

“Lex.” I open my eyes and Jax is dressed and sitting next to me with a cup of coffee. God bless him.

I sit up and take the cup from him and he kisses me on the forehead. I must have killer morning breath—that lazy assed morning mouth fairy.

“What time is it?”

“Half past seven.”

“You’re going in early?”

“Yeah, Will is going before a judge this morning and I want to be there.”

I take a sip of coffee. Ahhh. Liquid heaven.

“That’s understandable. I think it’s a good idea.”

I place my coffee on a nightstand and climb out of bed. I walk to my closet and slip on a robe. “Can I make you some breakfast?” I ask as I grab my coffee cup and we walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

“No, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I have a breakfast meeting.”

“Okay” I say and open the refrigerator. “Hey, I forgot to thank you for stocking the fridge and the pantry. And for all these beautiful lilies.”

He sits on a bar stool and moves over several arrangements.

“I think you thanked me in ways better than words.”

I smile. “Yeah, I did.”

His cell rings and he picks it up. “Lane” he says and answers it. “What’s up? No. No we haven’t.”

He walks over to a bank of windows and looks down at the street. “Fuck! No. Yeah. Give me ten and I’ll be down.” He disconnects.

He continues to look down at the street. “Fuck,” he growls.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask and saunter to the window and look down.

“What the hell?” I look at Jax. “What’s going on? Fuck Jax, there must be one hundred press and paparazzi down there.”

“Lex, look at me.”

I do.

“There was a leak to the press about your involvement with me and the embezzlement.”

“That can’t be. You and the partners signed a nondisclosure. I signed a nondisclosure. How the fuck did this happen?”

“I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.”

“No, no, no.” I pout. “You told me this would never happen. You said you would protect me.”

“Lex, I am…I’m trying to. It’s obvious that one of the partners leaked this information.”

“Really? No shit. You have no idea of what you’ve just done.”

“Lex, I didn’t do any of this.”

“But you’re the God-damned CEO!” I yell. “You have to bury this…and fast!”

“I can’t bury it. Lane says it’s all over the Internet.”

I start to pace. ”Fuck! Jaxson, you knew the only reason that I stayed at the estate and didn’t sue your fine ass was because I didn’t want this public.”

“Didn’t sue my ass. What the fuck, are you talking about?”

“You have no idea of the mess you’ve made for me.”

“Alexia,” he yells. “I didn’t fucking do any of this.”

“If Gram finds out about this, she’ll kill me and bury you.”

“What? What does your grandmother have to do with any of this?”

“Nothing, if I can have it buried before she hears about it.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

I walk away from the window, to the kitchen area and grab my cell. “I’ll handle it. You obviously can’t.”

“Handle what?”

“You don’t understand!”

“Yeah, you’re right I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“No, I don’t care to.”

“If you don’t tell me then I can’t help you!”

“Well, I can’t tell you, so I guess you can’t help!”

“What’s it going to take for you to trust me? Why won’t your just fucking tell me what this big secret of yours is?”

“Jaxson, it’s not…I can’t yet. I’m working on it—you just need to…”

“What? Trust you? You want me to trust you, but you won’t trust me. That’s not fair.”

I put my phone back down on the island and sit on a stool. Jaxson sits in a stool next to me.

“You’re right—it’s not. I can’t ask something from you, that I can’t give back.”

“Lex, I don’t know why or what you’re so afraid of. All I know is that you shut me out. You can’t or won’t trust me. I love you. I’ve loved you even when I wanted to hate you.”

“Jax…I…”

“No, Lex. If you can’t let me in…then I don’t know. I don’t know about us.”

“Jax, I just need more time.”

He leans into me and kisses me long and lovingly. Our lips part and he looks into my eyes. “God, help me…I love you so much. But I need you to love me back.” He kisses me on the forehead, stands, then walks out the door.”

God, help us both.

I ring the bell outside of Marco and Henry’s townhome. The door opens and Marco steps out and pulls me into his arms.

“Princess.”

Marco is the only one that I will allow to call me this. So don’t get any ideas.

“Marco.” I cry—literally.

“Oh Priss, come here and let me hold you.”

Okay, Marco is the only one that I’d
ever
let call me Priss—see a pattern here?

I step inside and he grabs my bags and hauls them into the foyer, shutting the door behind us.

“Princess.” He pulls me back into arms then wipes away my tears. “What’s with the tears, babe?”

I start to sob. “Jax…calls…me babe.”

“Okay, no babe then.”

“I’m so sorry Marco. I didn’t know where to go. The fucking press. I had to change cabs five times before I lost their tail.”