Layers: Book One (23 page)

“Oh. My. God. Jax.” Lex pants as I fuck her hard and deep.

My balls are so big and hard it sounds like I’m spanking her with a belt.

Fuck me. “Babe. Close. Need. You,” I grunt.

“Yes,” she pant-hisses.

I’m done. “Babe. Come. Now.” I press a finger into her ass.

Her pussy grips me like a vise and I let go. “Babe.
I. Fucking. Love. You. You. Rock. My. World.”

“Lanie, thank you for driving me home.”

“Like I wouldn’t?”

“Well, thanks anyway. And please, please reassure your mother that I’ll see her soon.”

“I will. She kind of lost it.”

“Kind of? For hell—I thought she was going to have a coronary.”

“Yeah. Once she starts crying she can’t stop.”

“Oh, and make sure you thank her for
accidentally
forgetting to pack up those Sheppard’s pies.”

“I will. She
accidentally
tossed them in the trash.”

“I’d rather eat dirt that one more bite of those pies.”

He laughs. “I was going to say I’d rather eat mud pies.”

We laugh.

“So, are you excited to be back in the city?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

The last couple of weeks have been hell on Jaxson. The DA— the press.”

“The press has cooled somewhat but there are a few still hounding him. You’d think after two weeks they’d move on to the next crisis.”

“You’d think.”

“Well, here we are.”

We pull up to the curb in front of my loft. It’s been fifteen weeks and three days since I’ve been in the city and things feel and look surreal.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just feels weird—different. Like I don’t belong here anymore.”

Lane helps me with my belongings, and as we enter the main room I smile like an idiot.

“For hell, Lanie. There must be five hundred lilies.”

“Just over six. Jaxson had me and every florist in the city tracking them down.”

I walk up to one of many arrangements of white lilies—my favorite flower. “They’re so beautiful,” I say as tears begin to cloud my vision. “It smells like heaven in here.” I wipe a tear from my cheek.

“That’s what he was hoping you’d say. Hey, are you crying?”

I nod as he puts his arms around me.

“Happy tears?” he asks me.

“Yes, happy tears. Thanks for everything, Lanie. Helping Jax with this surprise and for being a friend when I really needed one.”

“My pleasure, Lex. And remember if you get tired of the Boss- man and want a piece of Mr. Chubby, I’m only a phone call away.”

“I’ll remember.”

He looks at his watch. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Of course. I know you need to get back to Ryan.”

“Things are still pretty messed up there.” He shrugs. “I don’t know how he does it Lex. You couldn’t pay me enough to have his job.”

“I agree, but Jaxson is really good at it. It’s who he is—it’s in his DNA.”

He looks at his watch again. “I need to run.”

“What’s he got going on today?” I ask.

“More meetings with the DA—then I’ll deliver him to you.”

I smile. I can’t freakin’ wait
.
“I’ll text him but will you tell him that I loved the lilies, and I can’t wait to see him.”

“I will, luv.” Lane kisses me on the cheek.

“Smart ass.”

“That’s me.” He waves.

Then he’s gone and I’m all alone for the first time in months.

After I put away my things, I sit at my dining table and enjoy a non–Lester vegetarian meal. But I don’t really enjoy it. Crap! I even miss Lester’s vegetarian cooking—except the Shepherds pie. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d rather eat dirt.

I make some calls, catch up on my mail then run a bath. As I watch the tub fill, I fill up with tears. Dammit, something is off with me. I’m not getting that—hell yes I’m home—vibe. I’ve always got the vibe after coming home from a trip.

And there I go answering my own questions. Home. This is no longer my home. My home is two hours away in a small town in upstate New York. Fuck me. Did you see this coming? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I’m right smack in the middle of where I’d promised myself I’d never be. I don’t believe in the fairytale—no glass slipper for this Cinderella. Cinderella… ha! That’s a joke. Call me Pinocchio. My nose is miles long and growing every day.

I fill the tub and add some lavender oil. I drop my robe and step in. Ah—liquid heaven. I lean my head back and close my eyes.

“Alexia.”

I open my eyes and my beautiful man is standing over me. And crap, my vision clouds over and the tears begin to flow over.

“I don’t look that bad, do I?” he smirks.

“No…I…you…”

He kneels by the side of the tub and wipes away my tears.

“Babe, did you miss me?”

I nod. “I…you…” I sob.

“Well, I’m here now and I’ll make it all better.”

I nod.

“Can I join you?”

“Please.” I wipe my tears and watch him strip. I never get tired of looking—okay, eye fucking this man.

When he strips down to his boxer briefs he gives me a shit-assed grin.

“You like?”

I lick my lips. “No,” I tease.

He lifts a brow. “No?”

“I’ve seen better.”

“You have? Are you sure?” He starts to slowly peel down his briefs. He stops at the top of his growing erection. “Still seen better?”

“Yup, much better.” I bite my lip in order to hold back my own shit-assed grin.

“Really?” He moves them down another inch.

I bite down harder. “Yes. Really.”

He moves them another inch. Dear lord, I bite down on the inside of my cheek and taste blood.

He raises a brow and moves them to the middle of his erection.

“Still seen better?”

“Yup” I croak out.

He pulls them up. “Okay then, I’m out of here.”

“No!” I shout and jump out of the tub and nearly do a face plant, then an ass plant as I slide on the tile.

Jaxson catches me just in time. “Babe, I was just kidding. I’m not leaving.”

I huff out “Thank fuck.” I grab his boxers and all but rip them off his hot ass.

“Babe” He laughs.

I step into the tub and pull him in behind me. He sits down and then I join him and lean back against his chest and his beautiful erect penis.

“Ahhh” I whisper.

“Better?” he whispers into my ear.

“Mmm, much.” I close my eyes. He kisses the top of my head and I hear him inhale the scent of my hair.

Then I feel a big shit-assed grin spread over my face. All’s better.

I open my eyes and find myself under warm covers and lying in strong arms. I turn into to his chest and look up into his eyes. “I fell asleep.”

“We both did.”

He looks so forlorn and worn. “Are you okay? I mean, as okay as you can be?”

“I think so.”

“Do you want to talk about… it or other stuff?”

“Hell, no. I haven’t seen you for over a week. Talking is not on my agenda.”

“So, you have an
agenda
?”

“Oh yeah.”

“So what’s on this
agenda
of yours, Mr. Ryan?”

“You.” He grins.

He rolls me on to my back. “Am I going to like being on your
agenda?
”

“Babe you’re going to love being on my
agenda.
But first…” He hops off the bed.

“You’re going?” I squeak.

He smiles. “You really missed me, didn’t you?”

“You have no idea, Mr. Ryan.”

He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Before we attend to my
agenda.
I’m going to attend to yours.”

He spreads my legs wide with his knee, and then kneels between them.

I prop myself up on my elbows. No way I’m I going to miss seeing this.

His eyes are clouded with sleep but desire shines through like the sun. He gives me a ‘sexy-as-all-hell’ grin. He could use a shave and his hair is spiked into a crazy porcupine mess. But he has never looked more perfect.
Ever
.

As he lowers his head and places his lips onto my sex, his eyes never leave mine. Then he sticks out his tongue and laps over my clit. I whimper— bite my lip and force myself to hold steady.

He grins and drags his tongue over it again—
slowly
. Holy crap. I bite down harder but my body remains steadfast and my eyes remain locked on his.

Then he hovers over my pussy and inhales my scent. Bastard.

I feel myself weep and not from my eyes. But I manage to remain still with eyes locked. I inhale preparing myself for his next assault. He licks me from back door to front then plunges his tongue inside and fucks me with it. My legs twitch but my eyes never leave his.

He’s going to go for the kill next. I can see the determination in his eyes. Okay…think. Think what? Think baseball! Yeah…oh no—guys in ass-hugging pants, running around catching, hitting and pulling on their junk—no. Think? Yes, sumo wrestling. Yeah. Huge fat grunting guys wearing diapers—hair in buns. Okay, now you’re talkin’. All’s good.

Fuck! He starts sucking hard on my clit. My eyes start to close then I feel his grin. Bastard. My eyes refocus and I suck in my breath. Then the bastard bites down on my clit and sinks two, three—who the hell cares—fingers in me. Sumo wrestling, sumo…oh fuck it. I close my eyes and just let go.

“Bastard,” I grumble.

He laughs over my clit then pumps into me hard and bites. Fuck me. I come long and hard.

“You are so stubborn and competitive.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are so.”

“Okay, maybe.”

“There is no maybe.”

“Are you mad?”

“Hell no. I love you in spite of it and because of it.”

He rains kisses up my thigh. “Babe, are you crying?”

“No…yes.”

He stands and leans over me. “Lex, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…everything.”

He bends and kisses my forehead. “Babe, talk to me.”

“Here…you…fuckin’-fantastic-orgasms.”

“You’re overwhelmed?”

“A bit.”

He crawls over me and sits in the center of the bed. “Come here.”

I get up and straddle him.

“Babe.” He wipes tears from my cheeks. “Hey, guess what my favorite lotto numbers are?”

“2-8-6-9-24-7.”

“Oh, I already told you that joke.”

“No I told you.”

“Oh yeah, you did.”

“I’m good. No more jokes.”

“Okay.”

“Lie down” I say and climb off of him. “Bend your knees and spread them.”

He complies. “I love when you get all bossy.”

“Good, because I’m ready to work on your
agenda
.”

“Thank fuck.”

I spread his legs further and kneel between them. I drag my hands up and down his inner thighs until I feel goose bumps. Then I kiss and lick my way up one thigh and he hisses. I do the same on his other thigh and stop just before I reach his junk. I kiss and lick around it, being careful not to touch.

“You’re teasing me, Ms. Keith, and I’m not sure I like it.”

“Yeah right. You love it.” I flatten my tongue and lick from the base of his cock to the tip and then I blow over it.

“You’re right, I love it.”

I lick and blow a couple more times, then kiss the tip. “I was just thinking.”

“No, babe, no thinking.”

“Sorry, it won’t stop.”

He moans. Not good moan—bad moan. “Lex. Please.” He whines but I continue.

I kiss and lick over the tip again. “I was thinking about DNA.”

He groans and I run my tongue up each side of his cock.

“Mary told me a story about how you used to wet the bed and your dad told you it was because you were packing extra, like all the Ryan men. Is it true?”

“Lex. Really? It’s not exactly a turn on to talk about another guys’ junk.”

“Sorry…so is it true?”

“Well, I only saw my dad and grandfather when they were flaccid. But yeah, it’s true.”