Part 25 (2/2)

”That, my dear friends, was Jax Pain. Drummer extraordinaire and bad boy tattoo artist. He's the whole thing,” she said as Jackson flipped his head back, his hair wet with sweat, but still so hot. So freaking hot.

When Jackson's eyes connected with hers, everything in that room just disappeared. Like in a d.a.m.n movie. Only this movie's soundtrack was set to a heavy metal grind and not some Top 40 ballad or hokey country song.

”I will find your darkness,” Marco growled into the mic. ”And add my own.”

Mandi's fingers slowed and her guitar cried, drawing out the melody.

”I will drag you into the light.”

Jackson's arms moved at a more languid pace, his muscles flexing and twitching, the movement nearly hypnotizing.

”Because now I know for sure.”

Conner's ba.s.s line pummeled the audience-building, digging deeper, climbing higher.

Marco looked up through his mane, a huge lion of a man, and screamed, ”You were meant to be my home!” at the same moment Jackson jumped up, kicked his stool back, and pounded his drums in a blurred fury.

The air in Jami's lungs left with a whoosh. She couldn't breathe. And despite the loud wall of sound circling her like a hurricane, she could hear the swoos.h.i.+ng sound of the blood pulsing through her ears.

Jackson was glorious. A magnificent metal G.o.d.

As the song ended and he ran up with his band mates to take a bow, he brought his wrist-his panty-covered wrist-to his nose and smiled that untamed one-sided grin again, before running off stage.

By the time the band wrapped up their three encores and the bright overhead lights illuminated the club again, Jami was making her way toward the door with Ella and Gabby. Suddenly a damp, tattooed arm wrapped around her waist and she felt herself pulled into a solid, slick body.

Before she could yank herself free and reprimand the a.s.s messing with her, Jackson's dark voice whispered into her ear. ”Say good night to your friends.”

Her nipples hardened as if on command and the heat she'd been feeling all night in her chest dropped down between her legs. He pulled her tighter, snug against the hard c.o.c.k pressed against her back.

She didn't even consider the remote possibility of saying no. Maybe tonight she'd give into her l.u.s.t for him. A s.h.i.+ver crawled up her neck and her heart raced. Maybe one night was what she needed for closure.

Jax was on a performance high and wanted nothing more than to pounce on Jami. They were stopped by three different women before he finally pulled her into the owner's office and kicked out a couple making out on the couch. He'd barely slammed the door behind them before he twirled her and pinned her up against the door, his hand on the fleshy globes of her sweet a.s.s. He growled when she wrapped her hands over his shoulders and pulled herself up his body, her legs winding naturally around his waist.

She'd once told him his sheer strength and size had always made her feel safe, protected. That she always found it erotic as h.e.l.l. He felt just the opposite right then, like he might be too close to losing control. Like he might be the farthest thing from safe.

His rock-hard c.o.c.k throbbed against the zipper of his ridiculously tight jeans. Somewhere in the back of his adrenaline-infused brain, he knew it was wrong to rub his show-sweaty body all over her s.e.xy but tidy outfit. All he cared about was touching her, feeling her, feeling the hot glove of her p.u.s.s.y around him again. He was tired of waiting, of playing games.

”You were taunting me from the stage weren't you, suns.h.i.+ne?” He rubbed his scratchy beard along the edge of her jaw. The sharp intake of her breath followed by the increased pulse in her neck told him two things. One, she was as turned on as he was. And two, he could have her right then and there if he wanted. A part of him wanted that very much. ”Eye-f.u.c.king me the whole time.”

She didn't answer for a moment. Their panting crowded the air between them.

”I was in awe,” she said finally, her voice sounding low and hoa.r.s.e, like velvet wrapped around his c.o.c.k. He pulled back to look into her eyes. ”I didn't expect... I didn't know... I...” She stared up at him, the blue of her eyes so vibrant it looked almost lavender, but she looked so confused and lost.

”You were so beautiful, Jackson. So powerful. I had no idea that your music-that you-were like that. I mean... I don't know. I just didn't know.”

He smiled and licked her neck, stopping to nibble her ear. His normally articulate lawyer seemed flummoxed, at a loss for words. ”Men aren't beautiful.”

”You are. And, oh my G.o.d, so freaking s.e.xy.”

He chuckled. ”I love how ready to be f.u.c.ked you are right now, and you still can't swear properly.”

She pinched his shoulder. He squeezed her a.s.s with his hands. Hard. She gasped and leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his. ”Then stop talking and f.u.c.k me, bad boy.”

He sucked her full bottom lip into his mouth and bit. ”So now who's getting bossy?”

”Jackson!” she pleaded. And he liked the edge in her voice-jagged with l.u.s.t and need. ”I want you.”

I want you.

There it was again.

”Want you too, babe, but not here.”

And then Jami did something that blew him away for the second time. She pouted, sticking out her luscious bottom lip again. ”Why not?”

He yanked her hips toward his body and leaned down, whispering against her lips, ”I'm going to take you home and rip your clothes off. Then I'm going to take my time relearning every curve, every sweet crevice. Slow. So f.u.c.king slow. Then I'm going to devour you.”

”Yeah?” she asked, her voice breathy and nearly a croak.

”Yeah.”

”We need to get the h.e.l.l out of here.”

Jax watched as Jami practically ran from the room, her perfect a.s.s swis.h.i.+ng back and forth as she tugged him through the loitering crowd and nearly ripped his arm out of the socket when he was stopped and congratulated for the fifth time. Who knew such a tiny woman could be so strong?

He loved her impatience. It was hot as h.e.l.l. He'd let her drag him around the club for now, but as soon as they were through the door she would be all his.

And he wasn't walking away this time. Not for anything.

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