Chapter 3
"Did your husband have a temper?" I pour a small amount of cream into the china teacup before handing it to Mrs. Adams.
"He did, dear." She brings the cup to her mouth with trembling hands before she takes a small sip.
"Jax has this sore spot when it comes to Mark." I take a small drink from my own cup of tea and recoil at the taste. It's too bitter. I should have added more sugar.
"Do you think it's because you two almost married?" I wince at her words. I've tried desperately hard to block out all the lingering memories I've had of my long forgotten engagement to Mark Carleton.
"I think he's gotten over that." I reach to offer her one of the sugar cookies I found in the cupboard in her kitchen. "This has more to do with his father's company."
"Your friend is a proud man." She delicately takes a small bite of the cookie. "He's a good judge of character, Ivy. Mark is a loser."
I laugh, shocked by her complete honesty. "He is a loser."
"You need to tell your fellow that you believe in him." She pats my hand lightly. "If he thinks you're ever taking Mark's side it's going to sting more than if you hit him over the head with a frying pan."
It's an interesting analogy and as much as I want to know why she picked that particular implement of havoc, I skip over it. "Mark's been trying to contact me. I haven't told Jax."
"What do you mean?" She motions for me to take the teacup from her. "How so? Has he been calling?"
"Calling, texting, emailing." I rub the back of my neck. "I haven't responded to anything. I've been deleting all the voicemails and messages without listening to them or reading anything."
"It may be important, dear. I remember you telling me his mother was ill." Her voice is soft and comforting. "Tell your fellow first and then find out what Mark wants."
I nod before I hand her back the cup of tea. She makes it sound so easy. Little does she realize that Mark's name is a literal four-letter word to Jax.
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"Moore was here looking for you." Jax's gaze fixes on the door behind me. "I didn't realize he knows where we live."
"I mentioned it when I was having lunch with him a couple of weeks ago." I try to play it down. Jax's jealousy over my friendship with my attorney is just another sticking spot between us. If I'm going to bring up Mark's insistent need to talk to me in the next few days, I'm going to have to first put out the fire that is my connection to Nathan Moore.
His eyes shift to my face and I turn away, hanging my sweater up before placing my purse on the chair next the door. "It was nothing."
"You have lunch with the man you crushed all over when you were a teenager, and it's nothing?" He cocks a brow and I swear I see a quick grin flash across his handsome face. He looks relaxed, standing next to the couch, pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips and a stark white t-shirt covering his chest.
"You know it's nothing," I say wryly. "Did he say what it's about?"
"Check your messages." He nods towards my smartphone. "He must have called."
I glance down at the screen and scroll quickly through the recent missed calls. Nothing from Nathan and surprisingly nothing from Mark either. Maybe he has given up. Maybe I won’t have to explain his desire to talk to me to Jax after all. I breathe in a heavy sigh of relief at the promise of that.
"Are you hungry, beautiful?" His hands are on my arms now. "Or did you eat with Mrs. Adams?"
"No." I shake my head, grateful for his tender touch. "Just tea and cookies."
"So lady like." His hands glide effortlessly to my hips. "My Ivy. So demure."
I smile at the veiled invitation to prove otherwise. "I'm not demure, am I?"
I rock myself against his body, feeling his cock through the thin material of the pajama bottoms. He wants me. He's already straining, hard and yearning for my body.
"You blush when I tell you I want to f*ck you. You close your eyes when you're about to come." His hands move behind me, slowly pulling the zipper of my dress down. "I'm going to take your clothes off right here and you'll tell me you want to go into the bedroom but I'm going to take you right here, against the door."
I feel a surge of crimson rush through my face. I'm blushing, he's right. He's so direct. He's always been with me. I don't protest when he handily unclips the front of my bra pushing it from my body.
"All that's left in my way are these pretty lace panties." His hand traces a path over the front of my cleft. "I knew you'd be wet."
"Always for you, Jax." I bend to push the panties down, stepping out of my heels as I do. "I'm always ready for you."
His clothes are off and he's on his knees in an instant, pulling my left leg over his shoulder as his mouth claims me. I grab for his hair to steady myself while his tongue licks and parts me, pulling the desire to the surface. My body aches for release, it aches to feel him inside of me. I can't ever get enough of him.
"Jax, please," I moan through gritted teeth. It feels so good. It's too good.
"Take it, beautiful." He breathes heavily into my folds as his finger finds my opening.
I shudder at the raw intimacy of the touch. My body bucks helplessly against the door, trying to claim more from him. I push myself into his face, clawing at his hair, needing to come.
"God, yes," I whisper through a veiled moan as I race to the edge. I can't temper what I feel with him. I've never been able to. I want him too much. I crave his touch endlessly.
"Come, Ivy." The command is lost in the moment. I'm enjoying it too much. I don't want it to end.
I lazily roll my hips towards him, pulling his hair, pulling him into me. I crave this. I want this. I try to hold on. I want to savor it. "Jax." My voice is a breathless whisper as I feel the pleasure rushing through my body. I buck my hips against the door, unable to contain the pure rawness of the desire.
"Beautiful, please." He pulls my * into his mouth, sucking on it while his finger hones in on my most sensitive spot.
I feel the orgasm building. I'm so close to the edge. I want to scream his name but my body won't let me. I can't speak. It's too much. It's too good. I bite my lip as I feel the warmth course through me slowly and evenly. It's too good. It's so good.
"My turn." He's on his feet now, his lips pressed into mine. "I have to f*ck you. I've been waiting all day."
I'm still lost in the feeling of coming so hard when he lifts my legs around his waist and carries me to our bed. His lips flutter over mine, kissing me, sharing my most intimate taste.
I cry out as he enters me in one swift movement after tossing me on the bed. His large, muscular frame hovers above me as I feel the entire length of him within me. I grab his ass, pushing him harder, needing to feel completely and utterly connected to him. A small moan escapes my lips as he finds his rhythm.
"You're so beautiful." He groans through gritted teeth as he surges his body forward.
I gasp at the depth of him and grip harder to his body. He's f*cking me so hard, driving his body relentlessly into mine. It feels so good. Too good. I'm close to coming again.
"Jax," I whisper into his shoulder. "I'm so close."
He levels back on his feet and pulls my hips closer into him. "I have to watch you come. I want to see it on your beautiful face."
I stare into his eyes as the pleasure falls through me. I call out his name as I feel him buck even harder.
"Christ, Ivy. Yes." He moans loudly as he pumps himself into me.
He pushes me back and pulls his body over mine. I feel his hand cupping my ass as he pushes deeper into me. I accommodate and push back up, pulling my sex around his cock.
I'm gifted with a low, guttural moan as he feels me gripping him tightly. "It's so good," he growls. He f*cks me harder, pushing my ass up to meet each of his thrusts. I can't control my need to come again.
"Ivy, come." Two words, the rawness in them unmistakable. The need within his voice is palpable.
I scream his name as I feel him pump himself inside of me. The deep thrusts filling me with his desire. My nails clawing into his skin as I hold on tightly, knowing that I can never get enough of this man.