DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Fierce Betrayal: Epilogue
Six Months Later
I frown at Jax as I follow him inside my father’s nightclub. We’re getting married tomorrow and I’m supposed to be on my way to my parents’ house for an afternoon and evening of pampering and champagne with my mom, her friend, Kelsey, Jax’s aunt Molly, Jordan and Magda. Jax is spending the night at my father’s hotel with him, Hugo and my friend Archer, who Jax has taken a liking to. Matthias and the twins will be there, too, but on his way to drop me off, Jax detoured here and told me he had a surprise for me.
“What are we doing here?” I smile at him. It’s only mid-afternoon. The place doesn’t open for hours and there is nobody here. “My mom will be waiting for me and you’re due at the hotel.”
“Everyone can wait,” he assures me, and then he takes my hand and leads me toward the huge dance-floor, right beneath the booth where the DJ is usually situated. It’s strangely eerie in here like this. Usually, it’s so busy it’s impossible to move through the crowd without pressing up against dozens of random strangers.
“Jax?” I ask again.
“Patience, Angel,” he says with a wink as he takes a small remote control from his pocket. He presses a button and the lights above us start to flash. With the press of another button, the club is filled with music as the opening beats of Señorita start to play.
“I love this song,” I say, still unsure what we are doing here.
“I know,” he growls, putting the remote back into his pocket and sliding his arms around my waist. “And ever since I saw you dancing with that asshole frat boy in that awful fucking club, every single time I hear it, I think about you. Twice I’ve had to watch you dance to this song. Now it’s my turn.”
“It is, huh?” I whisper as I snake my arms around his neck.
“Hmm.” He bends his head and trails soft kisses over my delicate skin as he speaks. “I think about it all the time. The way your hips move when you dance.”
Kiss.
“How hot your ass looked in that tiny dress.”
Kiss.
“The way those guys had their hands on you.”
Kiss.
“And how many times I used to imagine that it was me instead.”
“You did?”
“Yes,” he groans. One of his hands slides to the back of my neck while the other goes to my ass.
“But Jackson Decker doesn’t dance,” I tease him as I press my body closer to his and our hips sway together in time to the music. He grinds his cock against my abdomen and warmth pools in my core.
“This isn’t dancing,” he growls and heat flushes over my chest and cheeks. His hand squeezes my ass as he holds onto the nape of my neck possessively with the other while he kisses my throat.
Damn! He’s right, this isn’t dancing. This is sex with your clothes on. Our hearts beat fast against each other’s chests, our breathing becoming more frantic as we move. I press my lips against his ear and sing the words to him and he groans in my ear, making me giggle. I gasp as he spins me around. He pulls my hair to one side so he can nuzzle my neck before his arms wrap around me again. He has one hand splayed across my stomach while the other travels south.
“Jax,” I pant as I reach back, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Lucia,” he breathes against my ear as pleasure skitters along my spine and all the way down to my toes.
Then his hand is beneath my dress, sliding up between my thighs until he reaches my panties. I groan loudly and push my ass back against his hard cock. When he tugs my underwear to the side a rush of wet heat floods my pussy. His fingers glide easily through my wet folds until he slides one inside me.
“So fucking wet,” he groans.
“Fuck!” I hiss as my walls clench around him and he lazily finger fucks me while we dance to the song as it plays on repeat.
When I’m close to the edge, he slides his fingers out of me and palms my pussy, making me groan loudly and grind my ass over his cock. “Please, Jax,” I beg him. “I need you.”
“I know, Angel,” he whispers. Then he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand while he holds onto me with his other, and all I can do is wait and pant as my body pulses with need. When he presses me against the wall a few seconds later, my legs tremble as he slides his cock deep inside me.
“Luce,” he groans. “Your pussy is my addiction. You know that?”
“I hope so,” I purr, “because I never want you to stop doing this.”
“I never will, Angel. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Jax,” I breathe as he drives deeper inside me, fucking me on the dance-floor as the song goes on playing around us. “Only you.”