Sweet Seduction (6 page)

“You cooked, now I will clean up. Thank you for this. This is the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.” I smile, getting up from my stool, gathering up our plates, and walk them over to the sink.

“It was my pleasure.” He smiles before taking a sip of his beer.

It was nice being able to just talk and be myself with Jax. He listened to everything I had to say and even contributed to the conversation. I loved hearing about him growing up in Boston. How he and his high school friends started the band and how they played dive clubs all over LA trying to find their break. I especially loved hearing the stories about his mom teaching him how to play the piano. I would have loved to have seen that.

He let me in…he let me see the real him. He has a dark past but that is what has made him the strong man that he is today. I have such a deeper respect for him for being honest with me about it and for trusting me with all of him. Not many men would do that. I feel even safer and more comfortable around him.

I start filling the sink with hot water and dish soap. Watching the bubbles fill the sink, I feel the heat of Jax’s body behind me. His hands sliding around my waist, pulling me to his chest. His hot breath against my neck as he leaves a trail of hot kisses. He pulls out my hair tie, letting my blonde curls cascade down my back. My hands grip the sink’s edge when I feel his erection pressing against my ass. I grind my hips against him, teasing him.

His rough hands grip the hem of my shirt, pulling it up off my body. Nimble fingers work open my bra, the lavender lace falling at my feet. He cups me in his strong hands, massaging and rolling my nipples between his fingers. His lips devour every inch of the delicate skin of my neck, leaving his mark on me. God I’ve missed his touch. The warmth of his body presses against me, his hands exploring every curve of my body. I don't think I could ever get enough of him, and I hope I never do.

Reaching a hand between us, I unzip his pants, slipping my hand inside his boxers. He growls against my neck as I wrap my hand around his thick length, he's already pulsing in my hand.

He slides a wandering hand down my body, stopping at the button of my pants. He pops the button and his fingers slip under the satin, finding my warmth. His cock twitches in my hand when he discovers how wet I am. His teeth sink into my flesh the same moment his finger sinks inside me. The waves of pleasure and pain are almost enough to make me come.

“Jax, I need you,” I softly murmur. I need him buried inside me. I need to feel the weight of his body over me while his cock claims me.

He releases his hand from my pants and my body sighs at the loss of contact. He commands me to turn around and I do as I’m told. His looks down at me with dark lust filled eyes and runs his thumb along my bottom lip before leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss. I part my lips letting him inside, his possessive tongue devours my mouth.

My hands slip under his shirt, fingers exploring his warm tanned skin. He moans into our kiss as my hands continue to explore his body.

Breaking from my lips, Jax takes a step back and reaches behind his head, pulling off his shirt, exposing his bare tattooed flesh. I just want to trace my tongue along every tattoo that is etched into his skin. Suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, sliding my pants and my underwear down off my hips. He helps me out of my shoes and my pants, then runs his nose between my thighs, breathing me in. He runs his greedy tongue up my slit, tasting me before returning to his feet.

He captures my lips again, and I can still taste me on his tongue. It only fuels my need for a taste of him. My hands work feverishly to open his belt and his pants, sliding them down off his hips. His erection springs free from his boxers.

I kiss a trail down his chest, running my tongue from hip to hip. He watches with dark hooded eyes as I lap up the bead of cum dripping from his tip, letting my tongue swirl around his hole, not wanting to let any go to waste.

He gathers my hair in one hand, running his other hand along my cheek. “So fucking sexy,” he groans out as I take him in my mouth letting my tongue trace along the veins of his shaft.

I cup his balls in my hand, gently massaging, making them tighten and release another delicious bead of cum in my mouth as I bob up and down his cock. A deep growl roars from his chest when I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I love the sounds he makes when I suck his cock. I may be the one on her knees but he's the one submitting to me, letting me take control and give him pleasure.

Just as his body starts to tighten all around me, he grabs me by the arms and pulls me off him. He sets me down on the cold steel counter. I spread my legs wide for him, letting him get a good look at what's his. He lets out a hungry moan as he slaps his dick against my clit, then slowly and teasingly rubs his length along my clit.

He presses his forehead against mine and looks lovingly into my eyes and whispers, “I love you, Lexi.” His sweet words warm my heart and make my eyes start to tear up.

He pushes the tip of his cock inside me and we start our rhythmic dance, bodies moving together. Making love truly for the first time. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer.

“I love you too, Jax.”

It’s six a.m. and I haven't slept a wink since Jax brought me back to his place. He’s passed out next to me, completely worn out after the fucking he gave me. I’m completely exhausted and thoroughly fucked, but sleep eludes me. I guess I’m scared that if I close my eyes I’ll wake up to this all being a dream. Jax told me he loved me, and I actually said it back and meant it. I’ve never told anyone outside of my family that I loved them. I’ve never really felt this intense connection with any other man before. As crazy as it sounds, I think I’ve been in love with him since the moment we met.

I’ve spent so much time focused on my career that I never gave myself the chance to open up to any feelings other than the high from having a successful restaurant. Jax has opened me up to so many emotions…happiness, lust, the feeling of belonging. I thought what I was feeling in the beginning was just an obsession, but now I know it was my heart telling me I had found love.

The bed shifts under the weight of Jax rolling onto his back. I move onto my side and gaze longingly at his incredible body and the tattoos that cover his golden tanned skinned. Each one is more intricate and beautiful than the last. I can't help but wonder if there is a story behind each one. I guess we have our entire lives to hear each other's stories.

Reaching a hand over to his stomach, my fingers delicately trace along the skull and bones tattoo that covers most of his abdomen. This one must represent his band. As my finger follows the length of one of the wings adorning the skull, Jax begins to stir. I quickly pull my hand away, not wanting to wake him. I peek up and see that he is still asleep with a sweet grin on his face. I wonder if he’s dreaming about me.

Just then his left eye cracks open and zeros in on me. “What are you looking at, Kitten?” His grin turns into a full on smile, making those cute dimples erupt along his cheeks, and it instantly melts me.

“You,” I shyly respond, feeling like a kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I can feel the blush radiating across my cheeks. “You were smiling in your sleep.”

“That’s because I was dreaming about you.” He winks down at me.

“And what was I doing?” I ask already knowing the answer.

He pulls me on top of him, grabbing my hips, and lowers me down his already hard length until he's fully seated inside me. “You were riding me,” he groans as I start to grind my hips.

“You like it when I ride you, huh?” I rest my hands on his chest and work myself up and down his thick cock. The first night we fucked I didn’t think I would be able take all of him, but once inside me, he fit me perfectly, like we were made for each other.

A garbled fuck is all that he can manage to get out before his head rolls back and a perfect “O” forms around his lips. I love the little pleasure filled faces he makes when we fuck. So damn sexy.

His hands grip tighter along my hips and I know I’m going to have marks after we’re done. My toes are curling, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me. I arch back, resting my hands on top of his muscular thighs, letting him see his cock sliding in and out of me. Every roll of my hips taking us further to the edge.

A rough hand glides up my sweat-laced body, between my breasts to my neck, pulling my gaze down to Jax, locking me in with his dark lust filled eyes.

“Let me see you come, Lexi. Give me what I want,” he growls.

He doesn't even need to ask, I will always give him what he desires most from me.

My pussy pulses all around him, the deep fire of my orgasm begins to rage inside me.

“That’s my girl, come for me.”

He keeps me locked in his gaze as the waves roll through me, pulling him right along with me. The roar of his orgasm echoes through the small space, bringing a smile to my face. He may get off on seeing me come, but I get off just as much watching him.

Jax sits up, enveloping me in his strong arms, softly kissing me as we come down from our high.

“Goddamn I love fucking you,” he whispers into our kiss.

“I love you inside me,” I reply.

“I love you.”

“Say it again,” I demand.

“I love you, Lexi, love of my life.”

“I love you too, Jax.” I smile against his lips. My hips grinding against him once again.

“Take the day off with me today.”

“You’re crazy, I have a restaurant to run.” I pull back away from his lips.

“Come on, you have a capable sous chef who can take over for you for the day,” he counters.

“Yes but...”

“But nothing, you gotta learn how to have some more fun. Come spend the day with me at the ball park.”

I let out a regretful sigh. I know he’s right. In the two years that Bennett’s has been open, the only days I have taken off are Christmas and Thanksgiving, and even then I’m thinking about work. Life is happening all around me, and its time I start enjoying it. “Okay, okay, I will spend the day with you, but only if I get a ride on this sexy face of yours before we leave,” I smirk.

“You drive a hard bargain, Kitten, but you got yourself a deal.”

“Do you need some help in there?”

I hear Jax call through the door of the bathroom in the souvenir shop located just outside Fenway park. We managed to make it out into the light of day on time, it helped that Jax’s loft is just a block away from the stadium. I still can’t believe I agreed to this. The only other person who was as shocked as I am was my sous chef, Michael. He actually dropped the phone when I told him I was taking the day off and leaving him in charge of the kitchen.

Jax kept his promise and let me give his face the riding of its life before we hit the shower. I can still feel the exquisite burn from his morning scruff on my inner thighs. That man’s tongue is going to be my undoing. Death by tongue fucking would be one hell of a way to go.

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” I call back, pulling off the tags of my new Red Sox t-shirt. I slip the soft pink cotton over my head and give a glance at myself in the mirror. I can see the faint purple and blue bite marks along my neck that Jax gave me in the shower, marking his territory. I was going to cover them up with some concealer, but I want the world to know I'm his.

I’ve never been to a baseball game before. I’m actually excited to be sharing this first with Jax. I told him I wanted the full experience, so we stopped here to get me some gear before we headed inside the stadium to meet up with Jax’s childhood best friend, Parker.

After our impromptu date last night in the restaurant, our relationship is starting to feel so real. Especially now that I get to meet one of Jax’s friends and see what he is like with other people. Plus, I can probe Parker for more stories about Jax as a kid.

I slip my long ponytail through the back of my baseball cap then give myself one last glimpse in the mirror. I look the part now. Unlocking the bathroom door, I step out and find Jax leaning up against the wall, watching for me.

“Okay, so what do you think?” I ask, doing a little spin.  

“You look damn good, Lex. Can’t wait to see you in nothing but the hat later on,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Such a cheeky boy.” I giggle. As I walk past him he gives my ass a playful smack.

“You have no idea. Now come on, we gotta get inside and meet Parker.”

He catches up to me and slides his hand into mine. The sweet gesture warms my heart. We walk hand in hand down the street to the stadium. There is already a massive crowd standing in line waiting to get in. The air is thick with excitement. It reminds me of when we would go see my dad play at Cowboys Stadium when I was a kid. Fans would tailgate for hours before the games. I wished we could join the crowds in the stands, but we were always relegated to the stuffy owner’s box. I wanted to be out with the fans, to feel the rush of energy and excitement.

After about ten minutes, we are walking through the gates, and I can feel the energy coursing through my body. Jax was in the lead, but now it's me pulling him up the steps to our section. I push my way through the crowd, and the first thing I see is green. Green for as far as the eye can see. Green walls, green field, and green seats. Now I see why they call Fenway the Green Monster.

Our section overlooks second base. As we walk to our seats, Jax fills me in on a few of the team’s stats, it all sounds confusing compared to the world of football. We make it to our row, and I'm immediately met by a wall of muscle who introduces himself as Parker. I have to crank my head back to take him all in. He has to be at least six-foot-three, and his biceps alone are almost as big as my head.

“Hi Parker, it’s nice to meet you.” I reach my hand out for him to shake. His firm grip feels like he could launch me across the stadium like I weigh nothing.

“So tell me Lexi, how did an asshole like Jax bag a hottie like you? Are you being held against your will, blink twice for yes.”

I can’t fight back the laughter that his statement brings. Jax told me Parker was a little crazy but he didn’t say he was so funny.

“Haha, asshat. Just for that, you’re buying the first round.”

“Son of a bitch,” Parker mumbles under his breath. “Miss Lexi, can I get you a beer?”

“Yes please. Oh, and a hot dog too, please.”

“This is Lexi’s first game and she wants the full experience,” Jax adds.

“In that case, I’ll get ya some Cracker Jacks too.” He winks.

I tell Parker thank you as he walks past us to the concession stand.

“He seems sweet,” I say, following Jax to our seats.

“You won’t be saying that after he gets a few beers into him.” He chuckles. “So are you thinking about the restaurant?”

“Actually I’m not,” I say proudly. Once the second location opens, Michael, my sous chef will be taking over as head chef. This is a good start at me releasing the reins to him.

“Okay, so tell me more about the Red Sox and why we are supposed to hate the Yankees.”