Sugar Rush Page 7

  “You’re right. We should totally leave this place. Let’s go.”

  “What?” she asks, looking at me through a confused gaze.

  I get up and walk over to her side of the table. “C’mon, let’s go.” I pull her out of her chair as she quickly snatches her purse and coat and then the bouquet of flowers. I lead her away from there faster than I possibly can. I grab a twenty out of my pocket and hand it over to a confused Don, wondering what the hell just went wrong.

  I lead her to our favorite bench on the pier, away from the restaurant at the edge of it, and we both take a seat.

  She’s so close to me that my knees are touching hers. God damn, she smells amazing, just as she always does, and just as I knew she would. She shivers.

  “Jax...” she says trembling in barely a whisper. I take her coat out of her hands and place it over her shoulders.

  “There you are...” I reply with a smile.

  “I don’t understand. We don’t have to sit here. You can leave. I’ll make my way to my car, no worries.”

  I chuckle. “Woman, would you stop already?”

  She looks at me without saying a word this time. I can tell she’s anxious with her shaking hands on her lap. I can practically feel it as I sit beside her. I decide this is it. This is when I tell her how I feel.

  I place a hand on top of her shaking ones and grab them in my own. Her skin is so soft. God, I would love to know what these hands feel like running up and down my body. I want her touch.

  “Paige, I don’t want you to leave... unless you’re leaving with me,” I confess.

  “Seriously, you’re not weirded out or think I’m crazy? Because, honestly, this was all Margot’s bizarre idea and I–”

  “Hey, Paige! Seriously. I’m glad your friend set this up because I have been thinking a lot about you lately... as more than just a friend.”

  “For real?” she questions, like it’s impossible to believe. The woman really doesn’t realize how amazing she is.

  “For real,” I reassure her. “I like you... a lot. I know this may sound crazy and all, but fuck it, I want you so much, and I’m thinking it’s more than just a silly little crush...”

  “Holy shit...” she says, practically hyperventilating.

  I laugh softly. Lifting my right hand, I tuck a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ears. She almost flinches a bit but allows me to keep my hand on her cheek. “Paige, you’re an incredible woman. I’m just sorry I didn’t realize how I felt about you sooner.”

  I lean in slowly to kiss her, but she makes me come to a halt just mere inches away from her lips by saying, “You’re really not joking?”

  I chuckle. “Of course, I’m not joking. Let me prove it to you.” I lean in closer to her once more, my lips practically on hers. “Paige, I want you,” I whisper, and without another second more, I finally smash my lips onto hers.

  She doesn’t stop me this time, nor does she try to say anything more. Instead, she revels in the kiss, giving me exactly what I didn’t know I was craving all along: her.

  Fuck, my cock is suffocating in the restraint of my trousers. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone in my life. I want her. I want to feel her writhing beneath me. I can’t believe I had never realized it before just how much I need her.

  I slowly pull away from the kiss, even though I don’t ever want to stop kissing her, especially not now. “Paige... would you want to go–”

  “Yes, please! Let’s get out of here,” she says, cutting me off. She’s just as excited as I am, and I’m not about to lose this opportunity. The woman deserves to be loved, and God damn it, I’m going to love every inch of her tonight.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Paige

  As soon as I said yes, Jax jumped up off the wooden bench and pulled me to my feet. From that point on, we basically ran to his car as if our life depended on it. I kept praying I wouldn’t fall and land flat on my face; I had never been good at running in heels.

  Now we’re speeding to his apartment. If I’m reading all these signs right, he wants me just as badly as I want him. I mean, he said he did, but I can seriously feel he does now. Fuck everything else, all I want is to get lost in his embrace, rolling around in his bed.

  I feel like a high school girl when her first real crush just told her he likes her. I’m so giddy and excited right now; I still can’t believe this is happening.

  When I had arrived at the Single Status event and laid my eyes on Jackson, I thought for sure he’d laugh at me and tell me I was crazy. I was cursing out Margot in my mind the whole time for allowing me to make a fool out of myself. She’s my best friend, and she’s supposed to stop me from looking like an idiot. Instead, she had pushed me to do it.

  And yet, Jax hadn’t laughed. Nor had he thought I was crazy. As a matter of fact, he was happy this had happened because he felt the same way.

  “We’re just about there,” he says to me as he places his right hand on my left thigh. Fuck, I wish we would already be in his apartment so that he could place that same hand on the rest of me.

  “OK,” I whisper. I place my hand on top of his on my thigh and squeeze gently. I think I hear him grunt, but I’m not sure. All I know is that I want him right now.

  Ten minutes later, we’re pulling up into his driveway. As he shifts the car into park, he jumps out and walks over to my side of the door. He grabs my hand and lets me out before I even have a chance to grab my jacket. I do manage to snag my pocketbook, though.

  “C’mon,” he says with a smile, pulling me toward his front door.

  “The flowers?” I ask.

  “Leave them,” he states with a wry grin. Fuck, that look drives me crazy.

  Once we’re inside, he turns to lock the front door behind him. I take a look around and see his bachelor pad, just the way I imagined it: a leather sofa in the middle of the room, a TV hanging in front of it, a few portraits hanging on the walls, but obviously, not many knickknacks are lying around.

  I walk forward a bit, placing my purse on top of his couch.

  “Please excuse the mess,” he whispers, now standing directly behind me. I jump a little as I feel the warmth of his breath gracing my skin.

  His hands land on my hips as he forces me to spin around. As my eyes meet his, I’m filled with more desire than I even knew I had within me. Jesus, the look in his eyes alone is making my panties dripping wet.

  “Jax, I–” I begin to say, but he cuts me off before I manage to say anything more.

  He lifts a finger to my lips, shushing me, and fuck, it’s the sexiest thing ever. I’m so hot for him that I want to take it into my mouth and suck the life out of it...

  “Shhh. Paige, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans in and kisses me, and that’s when I fucking lose it. I let the hunger I’ve felt all these years for him finally out and devour his mouth. As his tongue enters my mouth and finds mine, his hands land right on the bottom of my ass cheeks, and he picks me up. My arms wrap around his neck as my skirt hikes up my thighs. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He’s quick to undo his tie and take his shirt off. Damn, he’s skilled. Those hands, I’m telling you. I always knew those hands could do miracles... I’m waiting to see what else they can do.

  He doesn’t waste any time showing me around or whatever the polite thing to do is when you first bring someone to your house. Instead, he carries me into his bedroom, and I’m so damn happy he does.

  He lies me down onto his bed where he is finally hovering over me. I swallow hard as my eyes take in the chiseled God that is Jackson Fierce. I need to feel his skin on mine, but I’m still completely dressed. This will never do.

  “Jax, undress me,” I coo, desire lacing my eyes.

  He bites his bottom lip then licks both of them. I get wet all over again seeing him do that. Jesus fucking Christ, I want that tongue running up and down my body.

  “Gladly,” he whispers.

  Complying with my wishes, he takes his
hands and places them on the edge of my blouse, slowly and carefully pulling it up. I sit up to allow him to move it up over my head. He softly pushes me back down, and I’m lying on his bed in just my white bra and black skirt.

  He takes in the view of me licking his lips once more. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down, placing kisses down my neck and chest. He grunts quietly as his lips and tongue caress my body. His neatly trimmed goatee tickles my neck, but instead of laughing, it just makes me more and more wet with each touch.

  I let out a soft moan, but I know he heard it. Although, right now, I don’t even care. I’m not embarrassed or anything. I just want him desperately. I reach up to feel his pecs and run my hands over to his biceps. Fucking bulging biceps. Jesus. Another moan escapes me.

  He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Should I continue?” he chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

  “You better!” I exclaim, ready to pull the rest of my clothes off of me if he doesn’t soon.

  He chuckles once more, and his hands go down to unhook the button of my skirt. Thankfully, it’s right on the side so it’s easy for him to get to it. Once he does, he slips it down my legs and I help him. I can’t wait to be lying here naked and ready for him.

  His eyes roam my body, and I can tell he’s loving what he sees. His right hand lands on my thigh as he slowly moves it up in a circular motion. “Jesus, Paige... you’re gorgeous...”

  “Jax,” I whisper, loving the way his hands feel on my thighs. “Keep going.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he says as an animalistic rage rips through him. He slams his lips into mine as he reaches up to pull my bra down. I can’t take much more either, so I reach behind my back with one hand and help him unhook it. As it springs free, he grabs my straps and pulls it off of me to throw it to the side. I’m ready to explode at this moment, and I want to feel him inside of me more than ever now. My nipples are so erect, I wish he’d take them into his hot mouth. As if reading my mind, he moves down and places his lips on one of my breasts and then takes it into his mouth.

  “Ah, Jax!” I shout, elated as fuck.

  His tongue swirls around my nub, sending electrical bolts coursing through my body. Coming up to meet my face, he places kisses on my cheek.

  “Paige, sweetheart... fuck!” he roars. His mouth moves back down to my other breast, and without another thought, I reach down and grab his crotch. Jesus, he feels huge. I undo his belt and unbutton his trousers.

  “Jax, I need you...” I murmur.

  He hooks a finger inside my panties and slips them down my legs. As they hit my ankles, he pulls them off, throwing them to the side to land on top of the rest of my clothes. I bring my knees up and spread my legs so that he can get a good look at my dripping wet, aching pussy. I’m acting like a whore, but I don’t care because I want him so badly.

  “Fuck, Paige. You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” he says. His eyes are small and filled with lust. He brings his hands to my core and gently massages it. He inserts a finger inside of me, sliding it in and out as his thumb circles my clit. I throw my head back from the amazing sensation.

  “Jackson!” I shout.

  “Mmmm,” he replies, going faster.

  Before I have a chance to register what is happening, he throws himself down on me and dives into my heaven. His tongue whips around my clit, flicking it back and forth; his finger is still dipping in and out of my sex.

  “Oh, my God, Jax! I’m not... going to... last long!”

  “That’s a good girl. Cum for me, baby,” he says as a second finger slips deep inside me.

  “Ah!” I moan, taking in his tongue back on my clit and his fingers sliding in and out of me. I grab my tits hard.

  Without a second more, I let go and find my release. I moan and scream as my orgasm rips through my body, writhing under Jax’s control.

  “Wow, sweetheart... you’re a fucking Goddess.”

  I giggle softly. But I’m nowhere near done yet. I want more of Jax. I want all of him. I want to feel him inside me.

  “Jackson.”

  “Yes, love,” he answers, his hands now massaging and kneading my tits.

  “I want you...”

  He stops what he’s doing and looks up into my eyes. “Is that so?” he teases.

  “Fuck, yes,” I reply.

  “Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I tease back. I can play along, too.

  “Yes, so fucking much. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.

  I bite my lip. Before speaking, I take his bottom lip into my mouth and suck hard. “No, I don’t want you to do anything to me, Jax. I want to fuck you. So hard and fast. I want to hop on your cock as you lie back and enjoy every moment of it.”

  “Fuuuuuck,” he responds.

  I laugh and rise up from my spot. I make my way down ‘til I’m right at his crotch. “Oh, this will never do,” I say, pulling down his boxers. His large cock springs free and is now staring me in the face. I giggle some more. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want me to do to you, baby,” I tease some more, taking my fingers and gently running them on his cock.

  “Shit, I wish you’d take those amazing lips of yours and place them on my dick,” he confesses.

  “Like this?” I ask, grabbing the bottom of his shaft in one hand and placing soft kisses on his cock. He lets out a guttural moan. As he does, I open my mouth wide over his dick, and take him inside. I bob my head up and down as my tongue wraps around his member, swirling and twirling in a fast motion.

  “Oh, my fucking God, Paige,” he roars. His hands land on my head and he’s guiding me.

  His hands on my head drive me to suck him harder.

  He moans, “Baby, you’ve gotta.... Fuck... stop or I’m gonna.... Holy shit! That’s it!” Jackson leaps up, grabbing me and slamming me down onto his bed. Without a warning, he rams his cock deep into my pussy, pounding in and out of me, sending me to cloud nine.

  “Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuuuuck!” I shout.

  Grabbing me up once more, he lands on his back, and I instantly hop on top of him. I hop up and down on his dick, and he reaches up to grab my bouncing tits.

  “Jax, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I moan.

  “I’m about there, too, baby... fuck!” he says, releasing into me.

  Moments later, I’m collapsing on top of him, and he’s wrapping his arms around me.

  I start giggling softly, shaking on his chest.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” he asks.

  “Nothing... that just felt so good,” I say.

  He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tighter. “It sure did, baby. It sure did.”

  Suddenly, he pulls me up, and I’m staring right into his face.

  “You’re gorgeous, Paige Allen. Do you know that?”

  I smirk, looking up at the ceiling, then look back at him. “You’ve told me that a few times tonight.”

  He chuckles. “Well, it’s true. But there’s something else.”

  My expression turns serious. What else could it be? Everything had gone so right this evening. I hope I didn’t misjudge any of it. “What is it, Jax?” I ask, panicking.

  “I’m in love with you, Paige. I didn’t realize it before, but I’ve been in love with you for a long time now. I’m an idiot.”

  I chuckle and he does the same. “Are you serious?”

  “I’m dead serious, sweetheart. I love you.” He kisses my lips. Fuck, he tastes so good.

  “I love you, too, Jackson. I’ve been in love with you for so long. But it was never the right time. You were always with Amalia,” I confess.

  “Shit, baby. I know. I wish I had left her a long time ago and realized the one I needed was sitting right across from my office. The one I wanted.” We both smile at one another.

  “So, now what?” I ask.

  “Now, you spend the rest of the night here wrapped up in my arms, and I’ll make love to you over and over again. We�
�ll make love until the sun rises, and then we’ll fall asleep together. Once we’re rested, I’ll make you breakfast in bed, and then we’ll go at it all over again. How’s that sound, baby?”

  I think for a second before responding, “Like heaven.”

  He smiles his amazing smile. “Good.”

  “Oh, except for one thing... we’ve got work in the morning,” I remind him, giggling.

  “Fuck work. I’m the boss. We’re calling out tomorrow.”

  My eyes widen. “Oh, yes. You are the boss, Mr. Fierce. But won’t it seem odd if we’re both not in?”

  He smiles wickedly and shakes his head. “Nope... we’ve got that twenty-four or forty-eight hour thing going around... you know?”

  I nod. “Oh, I see, Mr. Fierce.”

  “Fuck, I can’t even play... I love it when you call me Mr. Fierce.”

  I chuckle along with him.

  “Shit, I guess I did get a sugar rush,” he says, and I laugh, remembering the candy gram that had started this all. Thank you, Margot. I’d have a shitload to tell her when I’d see her. Guess she had been right all along. I won’t be getting home ‘til tomorrow evening, but who knows... at this rate, I may be here throughout the weekend. Who needs to go home when you can lie in bed and get fucked over and over again by a gorgeous man? Shit, I know I don’t. I don’t even need clothes. I can just lie naked right here wrapped up in his embrace forever.

  “Hey, Paige?” he asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

  “Yes, Jax?”

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Fierce.” We both chuckle again as he kisses me and climbs on top of me all over again.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Thank you for reading Sugar Rush!

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