Jax (Broken Strings #1) (2 page)

The blonde reached her hand down and lightly stroked Jax’s cock with the tips of her fingers. But it wasn’t until she cupped his balls, her nails digging slightly into the sensitive skin, that he lost control. Moving from behind her, he shifted to the end of the bed behind the brunette. Rolling a condom onto his erection, his eyes fixed firmly on the blonde as he gave her a wicked smile and grabbed the brunette’s hips and slammed home.
Christ, but she’s tight
, he thought, struggling to maintain control of his raging hormones. He thrust hard against her once, twice, three times…. She cried out as one of his hands moved between her legs and lightly pinched her clit. The blonde gasped and plucked at her nipples, leaning up on her elbows as she spread her legs wider, allowing the brunette better access to her pussy. The brunette obliged, sucking the blonde’s clit deep into her mouth, sucking

rhythmically as she pushed two fingers deep inside. Jax groaned and renewed his efforts, picking up speed as he almost pushed them all up the bed. The blonde cried out as she came, the brunette sucking her clit even harder, drawing it out as long as she could…. Until Jax took control of the situation once more. He squeezed her clit lightly between his thumb and index fingers, rolling it around until she gasped. He thrust harder, burying himself in her to the hilt as she tightened impossibly around him, cutting off all movement. He emptied himself into her as she continued pulsing around him, her head falling against the bed as the blonde shifted, closing her legs and drawing the brunette’s head into her lap, stroking her hair quietly. Jax withdrew and discarded the used condom, picking his jeans up off the floor and pulling them on, not bothering with underwear. “Thank,” he winked at them as he pulled open his bedroom door. The brunette giggled from where she lay, exhausted. He pulled the door closed and walked down the hall. Rapping on another door, he waited a little impatiently as he heard the lock turn, then Kane pulled it open. “What? Finished already?” he joked as Jax stepped into the room.

CHAPTER THREE

Jax wiped his face on the edge of his singlet as he walked off stage. A roadie grabbed his bass out of one hand, and placed a cold beer in the other.

Jax smiled his thanks before he took a large mouthful, allowing the cool liquid to calm his raw throat after performing.

“That was a great show,” Tessa beamed as she joined Jax along with Kane and a small army of hair stylists and make-up artists.

“Is all this really necessary?” Kane asked, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Come on dude, think of the chicks,” Jax said with a grin as he pushed on the large doors that led to the backstage area. They resisted for a second before giving way, and Jax couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his face as he saw a young woman fall flat on her face.

Serves her right for standing in the doorway,
he thought. Unfortunately, it was not in him to stand back and watch as a woman was trampled under a small crowd. Groaning, he stretched down and grabbed her shoulder, hauling her to her feet. Violet eyes looked up at him, and shock slammed into his gut as though he’d been sucker punched.

Amaranth Delancy.

He sucked in a breath, looking at her as though he’d seen a ghost. What the hell was she doing here?

The crowd pushed him along before he had the chance to speak, and he reluctantly let go of her shoulder. As he walked away, he couldn’t resist a quick glance over his shoulder in her direction. A large grin spread across his face as he caught her checking out his ass. That same grin got impossibly wider as she blushed hotly, turning her back to him and stamping over to the refreshment table.

For the next hour he kept one eye trained on her. All throughout high school she’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in him, so what was she doing here? He felt himself getting frustrated as the blonde next to him kept talking. Normally he’d be all over a woman like her by now, but he just couldn’t focus, knowing that Amaranth was in the room.

A policeman entered the room and stood with his hands on his hips, looking around the room. His small, beady eyes landed on Amaranth, and a sick smile flashed across his face as he walked through the crowd and up to her side. She didn’t seem surprised to see him, she looked terrified. Her eyes darted over to Jax, settling on him briefly. It was all the encouragement he needed.

Kane swaggered up to him, clearly drunk as he almost spilled his cup of beer into Jax’s lap.

“What’s Amaranth doing here?” he slurred, barely able to stand on his feet.

Jax shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said, standing up and disentangling himself from the blonde. “I’ll be right back,” he continued, not looking at Kane or the blonde as he walked directly towards Amaranth.

He reached them just in time to catch the end of what the cop was saying.

“I don’t care what you think, you’re coming with me,” he snarled, his meaty had gripping Amaranth’s arm so tightly that Jax could see small white imprints on her skin.

“Is there a problem, officer?” he asked, staring at Amaranth.

The officer looked up at Jax, but didn’t back down.

Not a wise move,
Jax thought fiercely.

“Nothing that concerns you,” the officer said with a sneer. “This woman is being arrested for theft.”

“Theft?” Jax said, raising his eyebrows in surprise as she stared at him. “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake,” he said, looking down at the officer. “This girl has been with me all night.”

He looked up once more at her as relief flooded her beautiful features. She tugged on her arm, freeing it from the officer’s grip.

“Bu-but that’s impossible!” the officer sputtered, his bulbous face turning bright red in anger.

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Jax said, leaning down and looking at the name tag on the cop’s uniform. “Officer Richard Tuner.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Richard said icily, finally regaining his composure and gripping Amaranth’s arm so tightly that she cried out in pain.

Jax reacted without thought. Blinded by rage, he swung his fist, feeling bones crack as he connected with Richard’s jaw.

The officer fell to the ground, dragging Amaranth with him.

Jax paused, his fist still clenched as he breathed heavily. All around him, people had stopped to stare, many of them taking pictures and videos with their cell phones.

He reached down and grabbed Amaranth’s hand, pulling her to her feet and practically shoving her toward the doors he’d entered through earlier.

He led her into the band’s dressing room, stopping when he saw Tessa lounging on an oversized couch, a beer in her hand. “Hi stranger,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Tessa, could I have a moment?” he asked quietly.

Tessa’s eyes narrowed at Amaranth. “Fine,” she snapped, getting to her feet and flouncing out the door, slamming it closed behind her.

“What the fuck’s wrong with her?” Amaranth asked in surprise.

Jax didn’t answer her, instead he walked over to a bar fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out two cans of beer.

He held one out to her, waiting until she crossed the room and took it, electricity shooting through his arm as their fingers brushed against one another.

He snapped his can open and took a long swallow, his eyes never leaving her as she repeated his gesture.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m here to see the concert,” she replied, sounding a little surprised.

She’s lying.

“Bullshit,” he said, staring hard at her. “I just stuck my neck out for you, lying to a cop. The least you could do is be honest with me.”

Amaranth sighed deeply and dropped onto the couch Tessa had vacated moments earlier. “I’m here to see you,” she confessed, unable to meet his eyes.

“Me?” Jax exclaimed. “But why?”

“I thought,” Amaranth said, finally looking up at him. “I thought I might be able to convince you to give me a ride back to Michigan.”

Jax balked. “You what?”

Amaranth sighed and stood up, pacing the room back and forth. Jax’s eyes were drawn down to the curves of her ass, just peeking out from beneath her short black skirt. Her long dark hair hung down her back and swayed gently against her hips as she walked. His balls tightened and he bit back a groan as she leaned down to adjust her boot, giving him a perfect view of her ass, barely concealed by a tiny black thong.

She stood back up and turned to face him, a knowing smile on her face as his eyes snapped back up to hers.

“Yes,” she smiled a little indulgently. “I need to get home.”

“Why?” he bit out. “You could take a plane.”

Amaranth laughed. “Oh please,” she exclaimed. “You’ve seen what I do for a living, do you really think I could afford a plane?”

His cock grew hard as he remembered the view of her ass wiggling around on that stage.

“No,” he conceded, shaking his head. “I guess you can’t.”

“Right,” she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “So will you help me?”

Jax shook his head harder. “Not until you tell me why that cop was after you.”

Amaranth paled and backed slightly away. “You can’t ask me that,” she said quietly, shaking her head.

Jax followed her with slow, even steps. “Why not?” he asked in a low voice.

“Because you won’t like the answer.” Her back bumped up against the closed door as he drew even closer, pressing his long body against hers.

He felt light headed as her sweet breath brushed against his lips. “Try me,” he whispered. “That cop said you’re a thief, is that true, Amaranth?” he spoke her name like a lover’s caress. “Are you a thief?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Now will you take me?”

“What will I get in return?” Jax asked quietly, his lips brushing her cheek in a feather light kiss.

“What do you want?” she asked, a small moan escaping her full lips.

He pulled back and stared deeply into her eyes. “I want you,” he said seriously.

She froze and looked at him disbelievingly. “You what?”

“You asked me what I wanted. I want you,” he repeated. “For the next five days you will succumb to my every depraved obsession, and believe me, princess,” he said, his lips brushing against hers. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“Like what?” she whispered, licking her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

Jax needed no further encouragement. Bracing her against the wall he pressed his lips hard against hers, his hands wandering down until they grabbed the smooth globes of her ass. Lifting her up against the wall, he wrapped her legs around his hips and ground his hard cock against her.

She ripped her lips away from his and tilted her head back against the wall as he moved one hand away from her ass, pulling her shirt away, ripping it in half and scattering buttons everywhere. His head dipped down between her breasts and he licked a single bead of sweat from her soft skin, inhaling the mild citrus scented perfume she wore.

Her hands dug into his long hair, tugging his head back as she devoured his lips, grinding herself against the seam of his jeans. She moaned into his mouth and he drank in the sound.

His hand moved down once more to cup her ass, his fingers sliding beneath her thong to discover the folds of her wet pussy.

He rubbed her firmly and she gasped, dropping her head onto his shoulder as he braced her more firmly against the door. He inserted two fingers, testing just how tight she was. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers and he shuddered, pulling his fingers out of her and up to his lips.

She lifted her head and stared intensely at him as he stuck his fingers into his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. Her taste, her aroma…. It enveloped him in an erotic cocoon.

The sound of knocking on the door caused Amaranth to gasp, and she quickly tried to push him away, but Jax was having none of that.

Pushing his fingers back inside her, he massaged her clit firmly with his thumb, watching her pupils dilate as she tightened around him.

She was so close.

“What?” Jax called out at the disruption, his fingers never slowing their caress.

“It’s time to go,” Tessa’s voice sounded through the door, a little impatiently.

“Say yes,” he whispered against Amaranth’s ear.

He pressed down more firmly on her clit and she moaned. “Say yes,” he repeated.

“Jax?” Tessa’s voice sounded once more from outside the door.

“Do it,” he whispered harshly to Amaranth. “I’m coming,” he said louder, directing his voice to Tessa.

He waited until he heard her footsteps walk away before turning his attention back to Amaranth, who continued to writhe against him as he still braced her against the door, her legs still wrapped around his hips.

He ground against her in a slow, delicious circle until she whimpered.

“Tell me,” he demanded, pinching her clit lightly between his thumb and index finger. “Or I won’t make you cum.”

“Yes!” she finally screamed. “Oh god, do it, Jax!”

All teasing left him in that moment, and he struggled to stop himself from cumming in his jeans like a horny teenager.

He pinched her clit harder and she exploded against him, her hips bucking wildly as she came.

He watched in fascination as her face contorted, his fingers keeping up their speed until she finally collapsed against his shoulder once more.

He slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and lowered her shaking legs to the floor, resting his forehead against hers as he waited for her breathing to return to normal.

“We need to go,” he said quietly, stepping back and watching as she tried to pull her torn shirt together to no avail.

“Here,” he said, walking across the room to Tessa’s vanity table. Turning, he held out a plain black singlet that was torn down the back and pieced back together with dark purple ribbons and safety pins.

“Are you sure Tessa won’t mind?” she asked, pulling it on over her head and turning to look at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair.

“No,” he lied. “She won’t mind.”

Actually, she’ll be mad as hell,
he thought.
But I can’t think about that right now.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, turning back towards him with a smile. “Are you?”

You have no fucking idea, princess. But you will….

“Sure,” he said out loud.

He walked slowly over to her and yanked her up against him, running his hand down her back until he gripped her ass once more.

“Rule number one,” he said hotly against her lips. “No underwear.”

“What?” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You heard me,” he nodded. “If I see so much as a panty line I will strip you naked.”

“You can’t be serious,” she gaped, staring up at him.