His kiss had been full of passion, the attack happening right from the start. The deep press of his tongue had been so good. So thick and wet. He hadn’t even nudged me to let him in. His sense of entitlement as a man seemed to fuel him to take what he wanted, when he wanted it. I tugged my bra off and slipped into the cold soft sheets of the bed, stretching out and feeling beautiful simply because of his attention, his words.

I needed him to move from my mouth to my throat, whispering something naughty in my ear, a reminder that he was in charge. He wasn’t a man who seemed to enjoy anything but obedience.

Was I the type of woman who could give it?

I let my thoughts go and slid my hands over the tightness of my stomach before letting one rush over the dampness of my center. A soft groan left me and I arched my hips, my mind having locked him above me in a vision of sensuality.

I could almost hear his voice, the desire for me to open up to him, the demanding nature of his persona spilling out all over me.

Dropping my knees to the side, I played along the swollen flesh where my need was the greatest. The desire to be taken violently surged through me and I groaned again, whimpering his name as I sunk two fingers deep into myself. I was soaking wet. My juices dripped down my perineum and my puckered hole. I felt my arousal between my fingers as I slowly swirled them inside my walls.

Mmm… Yes… Jax, yes… Fuck me hard…

I rolled my eyes and moaned, biting my lip as I imagined him rubbing the length of his cock against my entrance, caressing my throbbing clit, his heavy balls brushing against my wet anus.

There was no need to hurry. There was nothing to do but dive into my fantasies. I wanted to ensure that the neediness of orgasm drug me to its very edge before throwing me over its ragged cliff.

“Now,” I whispered to the dark-haired villain in my mind. Jax smiled and warned me to get ready for the best fuck of my life.

He pushed his swollen knob inside my pussy and fucked me balls deep. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, his hips rocking my whole body.

I didn’t need anything else. I arched my back and worked myself into a frenzy, my fingers driving in and out of my tightness with such force that I nearly came off the bed when fire burst through my core. It spread out and caused the world to dissipate.

Oh yeah… fuck… it’s been so goddamn long.

I brought my hand to my lips and sucked my fingers, trying to imagine how he tasted. I wanted him. I needed him, but I couldn’t have him.

Laying in the darkness, I forced myself to breathe deeply and try to relax. Getting myself worked up over Jax felt so good, but it was damning at best. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. Was he thinking of me?

There wasn’t a towel in the bedroom, but I needed to clean myself up or I’d feel like hell in the morning. I pilfered through my clothes in the darkness and slipped into a small white nightie, half expecting him to be asleep as I slipped out of the room. His door was closed, which was a good thing.

I made it to the hallway bathroom and washed my hands before working to clean myself up. Looking at myself in the mirror, I honestly couldn’t see what he might see in me. I saw nothing but loneliness. Poverty. Despair.

I turned off the light and walked downstairs to drop the towel in the washing machine. The last thing I wanted to do was have Jax find the damn thing. Then he would really feel bad for me. Having to masturbate because that was as good as it got. Jogging back upstairs, I paused by Tyson’s room and leaned in. Nothing but soft snores.

I needed to get back in my room. My nightie was almost see through and I know it would look like I was trying to draw attention to myself. I didn’t even have on panties for shit’s sake.

“Fuck,” Jax whispered behind me and I jumped, yelping as I turned to face him.

I wrapped one arm around my chest and pressed my other hand to the junction of my sex, knowing the damn nightgown left nothing to the imagination.

“I’m so sorry. I figured you’d be asleep. I’ll throw this thing away tomorrow. I just needed to pee and I couldn’t...”

“Hush. Stop talking, Kendra.” He tugged at my arm, forcing me to release myself as my breasts dropped heavy and full. “Incredible.”

“Yes, well. Okay.” I turned and walked to my room, trying to own the fact that my ass was on full display through the lacy material.

“You’re not wearing panties?” His voice lifted an octave.

“It’s dark. I will be tomorrow. Pretend you didn’t see anything?” I smiled like a silly school girl and slipped into my room, my need to follow him to his bed almost overwhelming.

I leaned against the door, every cell in my body throbbing. “I can’t do this,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes. “I just can’t.”

7 - Jax

I slipped out of the house early the next morning, spending a few hours in the office before making my way to the airport. No one worked on Sundays, and yet as I pulled away from the large high-rise my company occupied downtown, multiple cars pulled in.

“Interesting,” I mumbled and reminded myself to speak with my father soon about why people were working on Sunday. I was fine with me pulling a long week, but most of our guys were brainiacs. They had to have a break sometime or their efficiency and effectiveness would end up costing me more than they were worth.

My driver pulled up to the private hanger and turned back to look at me. “Here we are, Mr. Wilder. Have a safe trip and I’ll be here to collect you on Thursday or Friday when you return.”

“Excellent. I’ll text you when I know better what our timing is looking like.” I got out of the car and walked languidly to the private jet as trepidation rolled over me. Having to see my mother meant facing once again the agony and loss of Alice. Why I hadn’t told her that I could make the trip on my own, I didn’t know.

Now that I had Kendra in my life, even as an employee, she seemed the better fit for a companion on the trip. I had never met anyone who was so empathetic and caring. Maybe it was her background? I didn’t know.

I boarded the plane to find my mother already sitting in her seat with a glass of wine in her hand. Her scowl was a little much, but I never knew what to expect from her. After my father left her when I was a teenager, she had hardened in a way that didn’t allow for too many family gatherings. I was angry with my sister at first for leaving her son to me, but with her only other option being our mother, I got it...

I loved her, but she was the epitome of wealth, though she had done nothing to assist my father in earning it. How many times had she made excuses as to why she couldn’t make my baseball games, or Alice’s dance recitals? I never quite understood what happened between her and Dad, but I could come up with a million scenarios on my own.

“There you are. Sit down. We’re going to be late.”

“Late for what, Mother? We’re meeting with the officials tomorrow at ten in the morning.” I took my seat and leaned back, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the growing aggravation inside of me. What was there to find in the desert that hadn’t blown away? The black boxes from the aircraft had yet to be found and the hope of finding them was slim. It was about peace of mind. My mother’s and mine.

“We set a time to leave and you’re late. Don’t divert. It’s not becoming.” She took a long sip of her drink as the flight attendant stopped beside me.

“Sir, might I get you something?”

“Headphones and a quick flight.”

“Have you eaten, Jax?” My mother pushed the poor attendant to the side. “Get them to make you something.”

“We can make you just about anything.” The guy tried to look as if he were okay with being treated like a movable object.