Page 45 of Jealous God
I had no idea, because I had never been in love before.
When people spoke of love, they made it sound like it was rainbows and cherubs singing. They made it soundgood. This didn’t feel good. It felt terrifying. I caught her hand up in mind, bringing her fingers to my lips. I slipped each one inside, sucking on each digit individually.
Elodie’s eyes widened and then darkened. Her lashes fluttered against her cheek as she met the promise in my eyes with one of her own.
“Jax.” She chewed on her lip, my name little more than a moan as I cupped her with the hand still hidden under the blanket. Her panties were wet, half from being put on her sea drenched skin and half from me. She liked my hands on her, and that I could handle.
Lazily, I traced her slit through the damp material, pressing it into her. With each movement of my finger, her face became more and more tense. Her breasts, pressed to me, heaved as she tried to control her breathing and stop herself from crying out.
“Quiet baby.” I slowed my movements, not because I was going to stop and not get her to where she needed to go, but because I needed her. I needed to feel her flushed skin against mine and her wet heat clamping around me. “Turn on your side.” My whisper was quiet, not heard by anyone but her.
Settling myself behind her, both of us facing the campfire, I pulled her back against me. Cock free and in my hand, I pressed it against her, before rubbing over and over those wet panties until it felt like I was going to lose my shit and cum before getting inside of her. She ground back against me, as eager and needy as I was. But she didn’t urge me on. She didn’t beg me to take her. If we had been alone, she would have. She would have begged and pleaded.
Yanking her panties to the side, I angled upwards. My hips snapped forward so I could fill her in one long, fluid stroke.
Elodie choked back a cry. A breathy little sound that seemed loud but that no one took any notice of. They knew what we were doing, or at least they likely suspected, but no one turned to us. Not one of my band mates made some crass joke. It was almost like they knew.
They knew I was falling in love.
Slowly, I withdrew, only to surge forward and fill her again. I didn’t pick up the pace because I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to see if there could be something between us other than the primal lust that always brought us together hard.
I had no experience with love, and it scared the shit out of me.
But I had plenty of experience with lust.
TWENTY-SIX
Elodie
Miami was beautiful. Beautiful beaches, beautiful architecture, even more beautiful women. And they were everywhere, drawing the eyes of every man in our group. Next to them I felt fat and frumpy, when in reality I wasn’t any of those things. It was just me feeling a little insecure. And that had nothing to do with the multitude of bikini wearing curvaceous beauties and everything to do with Miami itself.
Miami was the final stop of the tour before we headed home. A few more days at most. And then all of this would be over. My time with Jax would be over. It had gone by so quickly, in the blink of an eye. When we got back to UK soil, we would go our separate ways, and I would probably never see him again. The others: Dion, Tate and Louis, had said we would all hang out. In fact, they had made it clear that I was one of them now, and that meant I couldn’t ghost them. Dion was especially eager to keep in touch. But that was because we had become friends. He had told me things that he hadn’t told the others. Trauma and hurt from his past that even with my messed-up childhood I couldn’t even fathom.
So, I would no doubt actually see Jax again. But he wouldn’t be alone. He would have some groupie on his lap instead of me. He wouldn’t be mine, and I wouldn’t be his. Whatever it was between us would be over the moment the plane touched down, and I wasn’t ready for it.
And then, of course, there was the other reason I was feeling so uneasy. The reason with the almost black hair and the rakish stubble on his chiselled face. Legacy was there. My damn brother was there and looking at me like he was my dad and he had just caught me sneaking in after curfew. Even from across the foyer, I could see the judgement in his eyes.
He didn’t like seeing me with Jax. That much was clear. It waswhythat made no sense to me. I would’ve thought he’d be happier to see me with Jax than any of the guys he rode with. But he wasn’t.
My brother’s eyes never left me as we made our way over to them, Erik leading the way. His signature professional smile was firmly in place. Neither my brother nor the three men he was with even looked at him. Chance turned, eyed me up and down briefly and turned back to whisper something at my brother. My stomach flipped. It was one thing having his judgemental eyes on me and quite another to know they were all discussing me and my love life.
Without meaning to, I loosened my grip on Jax’s hand, not letting it go completely only because he was still holding onto me. Jax shot me a look, his eyebrows pinched together in puzzlement, and the question was so clear on his face that it made me feel even more uncomfortable. He wanted to know what the hell was going on.
I wished I could tell him. I really did. But I couldn’t. No matter how much Erik told me I should. Jax already knew enough about me, more than any other guy I had slept with. And with things rapidly coming to an end between us, I didn’t feel comfortable revealing anymore. My past was just that. In the past.
“It’s good of you to come and help us out, Legacy.” Erik reached out a hand and I watched numbly as my brother shook it. “Thank God you were still in the country, huh?”
My brother’s dark eyes flickered from Dionysus Rising’s manager to me and locked there, making me squirm uncomfortably
“Good to see you again so soon, El.” He stepped forward to press his lips to my cheek, pulling me firmly out of Jax’s grip. It was a brotherly embrace, but I knew it would get the band talking. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to go out of his way to make my life just that little bit harder? Yes, he was my older brother. Yes, he was an overprotective asshole who stuck his nose in where it wasn’t wanted. But we weren’t close. Not anymore. So, what was with the public show of affection?
Oh, I knew the answer to that. Legacy was an asshole who enjoyed making my life awkward.
Settling his hands on my shoulders, he studied me. “You look good.” He nodded his head. “Doesn’t she look good?”
A chorus went up behind him. Only Chance stayed silent.
I rolled my eyes. Shaking his hands off my shoulders, I shot him a warning look. One that clearly told him that if he carried on, I would castrate him, big bad biker or not.
