Resist

I turn around and glare at him; the urge to snark back a remark is overwhelming. Does he really think I’m that easy, or is he trying to get a rise out of me? He smirks back at me, his expression daring me to say something. I bite my lip, holding in my retort, because as much as I want to tell him what little chance there is of that happening, I know I need to let him think he’s won.

He’s the one who can’t be trusted.

I’d put my life in Jaxon’s hands a thousand times before I put it in Ryan’s.

Chapter 14

Jaxon

I sigh as a knock on my door interrupts me but continue unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt. It’s been a long day, and all I’m interested in is relaxing with a drink and perhaps a lengthy session of fucking Charlotte.

Her request for me to sleep with only her initially amused me. Now I find it anything but funny. I find myself thinking about her much more than I’m comfortable with, imagining all the things I want to do with her. Things I’ve kept to myself until now because I’m afraid of scaring her off. I tell myself that it’s just about the sex, that she’s just like every other woman in my life, but deep down I know I’m kidding myself.

The truth is if she hadn’t asked for me to be with only her, I still wouldn’t be fucking anyone else. She has her fingers wound so tightly around my balls that they’re in danger of falling off. My needs are still there, threatening me in the background, but the need to be around Charlotte is stronger.

A second knock sounds on my door. Curious, I wander over. I haven’t requested anyone, and Marina knows never to come up here. I turn the handle and yank open the door, ready to growl at whoever has broken my rule. That is, until I see Charlotte standing there, her breasts spilling out of a low-cut red dress. My heart flutters.

“Charlotte,” I say, surprised. She smiles shyly as I wave her inside. “You can’t just come up here.” My voice is hard, but inside I feel anything but annoyed. I’m happy to see her and that scares the fuck out of me. “Whatever this is, couldn’t it have waited until tomorrow?” I add, glaring at her.

“I’m sorry. I thought you might want an update on Ryan,” she replies, her cheeks flushing to match her dress. How many times would I have to spank her ass for that to flush the same deep crimson? I’m aching to find out.

“Since you’re here,” I shrug, sliding my shirt off. Her eyes widen and I laugh, amused that she’s misread my actions. “I meant you might as well tell me how it went. I wasn’t telling you I want to fuck you.”

“Oh,” she says, her face going even darker. Does she look disappointed? I suppress a laugh. “Well, I went and saw him. He told me I should stay away from you.”

Ryan is scared. That’s good. I step closer to her and smile as her breathing falters.

“Do you think you should stay away from me?” I ask. I reach up and touch her cheek with my finger, letting it trail gently down her neck. She swallows, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“He scares me more than you do,” she mumbles, pressing her back against the wall behind her.

“I scare you?” I repeat, impressed. I close the space between us. I was beginning to think she was beyond my spell, with the way she runs that pretty little mouth off. My fingers curl around the back of her neck. I use my thumb to tilt her face up until her gaze meets mine. My eyes narrow, a smile resting on my lips as I gently bring her mouth to mine. She whimpers, losing herself in the kiss. I pull away, running my teeth over her bottom lip and gently biting down.

“You look very pretty today,” I murmur. I reach out and run my fingers over the soft, flowing material of her dress. “But I much prefer what’s under here.” I turn her around and lower her zipper. The dress falls to the floor. My cock aches as I run my hands over her curvy, beautiful ass. I grab at her cheeks. She gasps at my force, which sends her stumbling forward, her hands clutching at the wall in front of her for support. I press her against it, my tongue ravishing her neck. I pull her hips back toward me as I roll the tip of my cock over her wet pussy.

The sight of her before me is stunning. As her palms rest against the wall, my hands roam her body. I squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they’re firm against my touch. I kiss her neck, breathing in her sweet scent as my fingers creep closer to her center.

Her thighs tense as I slide a finger inside her. She’s wet and I’m so fucking turned on. As much as I want to take her like this, I want to see how far I can push her. Can she handle what I need? I don’t even want to think about the answer being no.

“Don’t move,” I order her. She mumbles a response. I press my body against hers and lick the perspiration off her neck. God, I just want to taste her. I want to feel that sweet pussy against my tongue.

But I need to pace myself.

I walk away to the other side of the room, where my closet awaits. I swing the doors open and stare at my safe. I can hear her labored breathing from over here and it’s driving me insane.

Quickly I unbutton my shirt and discard it on the bed. I do the same with my pants and boxers, so that I’m naked. I grasp my cock, running my hand over the thick, hard shaft, and glance back at her waiting for me.

I unlock the safe and retrieve my gun, the metal freezing against my warm skin. It’s not loaded, but she doesn’t know that. I stroll back over to her.

“Do you know what this is, Charlotte?” I ask her. She whimpers as I trail the tip of the weapon down the center of her back. I hear an audible gasp when I move the gun around her waist. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she replies. Her lack of hesitation almost throws me off. I’m holding a gun against her naked body. Surely there should be some level of hesitation. “I know you won’t hurt me, Jaxon.”

“How sure are you…” I murmur. Her legs tense as I move the tip of the gun up her thigh, resting it at her entrance. “…that I’m not capable of hurting you? Sure enough to let me fuck you with this gun?”

Finally she gives me what I’ve been waiting for. Hesitation. A seed of doubt. For just a second I can feel her panic and it’s what I feed off of. Discarding the gun on the nightstand, I take her hand and lead her to the bed. Laying her down, I climb on top of her, nudging her thighs apart. I’m throbbing, and just the thought of her waiting pussy is nearly enough to make me explode.

My fingers flick over her wetness as I guide myself inside her. She gasps, her arms wrapping around me as I drive deep into her core. Growling, I kiss her neck, her sweaty skin so sweet and salty, her scent intoxicating. I thrust longer and harder, deeper and faster, ramming myself so fucking hard against her that she gasps with every push.