Jax (Broken Strings #1) (5 page)

Soft hands drifted across the hard planes of his back and he closed his eyes.

She got his message.

His jeans were tossed carelessly across the room, followed shortly by his briefs. Amaranth sank to her knees in front of him, her hand curled around his hard cock.

Jax fisted his hand in her long dark hair, pulling her head closer to him. He watched in fascination as Amaranth's full pink lips opened, then closed, around his dick.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, pushing her head down further as her warm mouth sank down over him.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she hummed, her head moving in time to an unsung beat.

His aching balls tightened as she swallowed his length, his hand pulling her hair back as he threw his own head back, letting out a feral growl. His hips moved in unison with her mouth, thrusting his cock deeper inside.

Just when he didn't think he could handle anymore, her small hand found his balls, cupping them and digging her long nails lightly into the sensitive skin.

His legs just about gave way as his balls emptied, and Jax had to grab the basin behind him as Amaranth swallowed everything he offered.

She slipped his cock out of her mouth, her lips making a slight smacking sound as she let him go.

She moved to her feet, a wicked grin on her face as Jax breathed heavily, his cock still rock hard and jutting up proudly.

“Jax?” Tobey called from outside the bathroom.

He chuckled as Amaranth looked momentarily panicked. Placing his index finger against his lips, he motioned for her to keep quiet.

“What’s up?” he called, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I just wanted to let you know we’re stopping for the night,” Tobey called through the door. “There’s a room here for you if you want it.”

“Thanks dude,” Jax called, still watching Amaranth.

He waited until he heard Tobey’s footsteps walk away before taking another breath.

Amaranth sighed and sagged back against the wall, drawing in deep breaths.

“What do you think?” Jax asked, watching her carefully.

Amaranth’s head snapped up. “About what?” she asked, warily.

Jax pushed away from the basin and slowly walked towards her, stalking her.

He stopped when they were barely an inch apart, his lips in her hair as he inhaled the soft fragrance.

“What do you want, Amaranth?” he whispered against her ear, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin.

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. He could feel her tremble in his arms.

“Well,” he said huskily, his lips drifting down to brush against hers. “How about I decide for the both of us. Because there’s no one here, and I’ve dreamed of having you to myself for too many years.”

The slight moan that escaped her lips was his undoing. With a feral growl he kissed her hungrily, his hands gripping her ass firmly as he lifted her.

Amaranth locked her ankles around his hips as he walked them both over to the door.

Jax fumbled for the door handle, his lips never straying from hers.

He walked her out of the bathroom, dropping her unceremoniously on his bed.

She made a move to scramble up the bed, but his voice stopped her.

“Stop,” he commanded, breathing heavily as he looked at her bare pussy beneath her skirt. It was already glistening, Jax felt himself grow hard once more.

“We’re doing it my way,” he said in a low voice. “Strip.”

Amaranth looked at him blankly. “What?” she finally asked.

“Did I stutter?” Jax answered. “I said strip. Now.”

He watched hungrily as she slowly sat up on the bed, pulling the singlet over her head to expose her naked breasts.

She caught him staring and smiled, her fingers tweaking her hardened nipples.

By the time she’d moved her hands further down to remove her skirt, Jax was panting heavily.

He stretched out above her, brushing her lips with his own.

“You agreed to give me five days, I plan on using them wisely,” he whispered, claiming her lips in a hot kiss that left them both breathless.

He pulled back and watched as she wriggled around on the bed, clearly turned on.

Jax straddled her hips and cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs tweaking the nipples into hardened tips.

Amaranth gasped and arched her back up off the bed, pressing more fully into his hands.

He pulled her singlet up and off her body, feasting his eyes on the sight of her large breasts. She wore no bra, and her nipples stood proudly to attention.

He shifted off her, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and skimming it down her long legs.

She lay there, gloriously naked, staring up at him in a silent challenge.

Jax was never one to back down from a challenge.

Standing up, it took just seconds for him to dispose of his own clothing and roll on a condom. His cock jutted up as she opened her legs, showing him what he would soon be taking.

Leaning down, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet in one fluid motion.

Their lips met in a heated kiss as he picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she sunk slowly down over his cock.

He braced her against the nearest wall, his fingers moving between them as he tried to find her clit.

Just as he found it she pushed away from the wall, causing him to stumble and fall backwards, Amaranth still on top of him.

They hit the floor with a heavy thud, still joined together.

Amaranth sat up over him and began to move back and forth, drawing him deeper into her warmth.

Jax reached for her breasts but she slapped his hand away, leaning forward to pin his hands to the ground as she rode him.

He tried to hold on, really he did. But she could test the patience of a saint, and it wasn’t long before he felt his balls tighten and release as he emptied himself with a roar.

As he lay there struggling for breath, Amaranth leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, before slowly getting off him and standing up, stretching.

He watched as she moved back over to the bed and started getting dressed, finally he couldn’t keep quiet.

“Why do you do that?” He asked, getting to his feet and disposing of the condom before pulling his pants back on.

“Do what?” Amaranth asked, not looking at him.

“You don’t let me make you cum.”

She froze, slowly raising her head to look at him.

“What?” she asked, sounding shocked.

“Don’t act dumb,” he said, a frown flitting across his handsome features. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure I don’t,” Amaranth argued, pulling on her boots and standing up. “Can we stay in the hotel tonight?” she asked, looking out the window.

“Sure,” Jax answered noncommittally. “You go ahead, I’ll be along in a minute.”

He waited until Amaranth had left, before sitting on the edge of the bed, his forearms resting on his knees.

What the hell was up with her? Jax had never had any complaints in the bedroom before, but was it possible that she just wasn’t that into him?

A sliver of doubt crept into his mind and lodged there.

Standing, he paced the room as he ran his hands over his head.

Was he doing the wrong thing? Was it bad to use her for a few days, in exchange for a ride? If he’d been asked that question just twenty four hours ago his answer would have been a resounding no. But now? He wasn’t so sure.

Grabbing a black singlet from the top drawer of his dresser, he pulled it on over his head and moved through the bus. Everyone must have decided to stay in the hotel, because there was no one on board.

He stepped off the bus and almost ran into Tobey.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped with a laugh. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry,” Tobey said with a slight grin. “I was just coming to grab the schedule for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Jax asked, looking puzzled.

“You guys are playing in Phoenix tomorrow,” Tobey answered.

“Phoenix?” Jax said, now even more puzzled. “But that’s not even on the way to Michigan.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Tobey snapped.

Jax took a step back. “Whoa,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. “Calm down man.”

Tobey sighed. “Sorry,” he said, a small smile on his lips.

“What’s going on man? Is everything okay?” Jax asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Tobey answered, shrugging his hand off. “I guess I’m just tired. You’re in room four,” he continued, turning and gesturing to the hotel. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Jax stepped out of the way as Tobey moved onto the bus, purposefully closing the door behind him.

Shaking his head, he turned and looked at the hotel.

Tobey always went overboard with the hotels, but for once Jax was glad of it. He wanted Amaranth to see the other side of how he lived.

Walking over to the large glass doors, he nodded at the doorman before entering the reception area.

The floors and counters were  made of marble, and a large chandelier hung above some rich dark couches in a seating area.

Glancing down at his clothes, he wasn’t surprised that people stopped to stare as he made his way over to the concierge desk.

“Yes? Can I help you?” A middle aged woman with a tightly wound blonde bun asked, as she peered up at him over the top of her black rimmed glasses.

“Hi,” he said, mustering up his killer smile that he reserved for the hardest of women.

It worked.

“What can I do for you?” she practically purred.

“Hey doll, I’m Jax Hawthorne, my manager said room four is mine for the night, that right?”

“Yes, Mister Hawthorne,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. “I have the key right here, it’s on the fourth floor. I just need a signature.”

“A signature, or an autograph?” he joked as he grabbed the pen she offered.

She blushed deeply and took back the signed form.

“Here you go,” she said, handing him the key, allowing her fingers to trail over his as the key exchanged hands.

“By the way,” she said in a low tone, leaning forward to give him a perfect view of her ample cleavage peeking out of her white suit jacket. “I sent your date for the evening up to your room. If you don’t mind me saying though, I have much more experience,” she eyed him up and down appreciatively. “I’m sure you won’t need a common hooker if you’d prefer a woman who knows what she’s really doing.”

Jax was surprised to feel a sudden surge of anger at the woman’s words.

“I don’t believe that will be necessary,” he replied with a forced smile through gritted teeth. “My…date… is more than capable.”

The receptionist’s face fell as she realized he was angry. “I-I’m sorry, Mister Hawthorne,” she stammered.

Jax turned on his heels and walked away without responding.

Ignoring the looks from other patrons, he entered the elevator and punched the button for the fourth floor.

When he exited the elevator, he walked along the corridor until he found room four.

Placing the key into the lock, he turned it and opened the door.

The room was shrouded in darkness, save for one lamp next to the bed, illuminating the sleeping figure under the covers.

He locked the door and dropped the key on the small dining table against the wall.

Walking across the room, he slowly approached the bed. Amaranth lay on her side, one hand beneath her cheek, her hair fanning out on the pillow like a dark halo.

She looked so peaceful, that he couldn’t stand the thought of waking her.

Walking around to the other side of the bed, he sat on the edge and stripped off his clothes down to his underwear. Pulling back the blanket he slid beneath, desperately trying to ignore her bare ass.

Why the fuck had he told her no panties?

His cock grew and he groaned, laying down on his back with his hands behind his head.

What the hell was he doing? This was madness. If he had any sense he’d wake her up, give her some cash and put her on a plane back home right now.

Yes… that’s what he’d do. He’d…

Amaranth rolled towards him in her sleep, cutting off his thoughts as she pressed against his side, her head on his chest.