Jax (Titan #9)(50)

"Princess, you scream."

She flushed, and his fingers trailed up her spine.

"Now what?" Jax asked.

Seven let her eyes move around the room. Tex watched her and Jax, not hiding his study of Jax. Tex had never been that protective of her, so his watchful eye meant their back-and-forth was displaying the right show to the room. "I'm not sure, but Mayhem's got an eye on us." She wiggled her bottom and curled into Jax's side.

His hand moved from her back to her side, ducking under the leather shirt and letting his hand run over her abdomen. "Meaning?"

"I'm here because I'm supposed to be, and you're not here to work."

He flexed his fingers into her stomach. "Not at all."

"Tex has got us under his rotation." She ducked her lips to his neck and gave a quick lick, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne and the very familiar, very masculine way Jax naturally smelled. The salty taste of his skin and the earthy, alpha smell that she could close her eyes and imagine was enough to make her hungry for him.

Seven kissed up the tendons in his neck, alternating light brushes of her lips and tongue with sucking carefully. She groaned quietly as he shifted, his hips moving just enough for her to know he liked what she was doing. His possessive hand smoothed over her belly, hidden from the world. Reaching his earlobe, she whispered, "I like how your hand feels."

His jaw flexed against her cheek, and he took a deep breath, expanding his massive chest as she leaned on him.

"I like my lips on you," she continued.

"Good."

"I like that I'm supposed to be playing. But I'm really glad you're into this as much as me."

He groaned. "Yeah. Me too."

It was that time of night, that part in a Mayhem party when nothing really mattered and everyone was blitzed… except them. She didn't really drink, so maybe the beer had gone to her head. The groan was what did her in as Seven twisted on his lap, straddling Jax in her short skirt and boots and wrapping her arms around him.

His erection was hardening under her lap as she moved against him. The room was hazy, and the music's bass thumped low. It wrapped its methodical beat around the smoky air as people who were too loud partied like the criminal kings who couldn't be stopped. But the chaos had nothing on her and Jax. In his arms, it was just them.

Jax kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth without a second guess. He wasn't comfortable with anyone there, that she knew, but he was with her… she hoped.

God, if sex could be a kiss…

She melted into him as his tongue teased hers. He stroked her mouth open, each kiss stringing her into a lust-drunk oblivion, where she could feel his hands in places he hadn't touched her yet. Her imagination was as wicked as his tongue, and the hotter and harder he kissed her, the better her vivid daydreams became.

Jax drew back, lingering. Their noses, their cheeks, they still touched. Her breaths came too fast, and her mind spun in a thousand directions—cold fingers on her shoulder shattered the buzz, and she twisted, licking her lips and glaring at Tex. "Yeah, you need something?"

"Work and play with this one?" Tex asked Jax.

"Seemed like a good idea."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Tex?" Seven shot back.

He didn't answer, eyeing them both. "He's on our side. Don't screw this up, Seven."

"He's not on any side, and since when do you care who I screw?"

Tex rolled his bottom lip into his mouth then ran his hand over his face. "Since it might interfere with club business."

"Do we need to go talk?" Jax offered casually, knowing Tex was high in the Mayhem hierarchy. "You want me to step out? She's pussy. I'm a contractor. She has club history. I"—Jax shook his head, playing his role to a tee—"don't."

Tex mulled the offer, and it was exactly what he needed to hear from Jax. Maybe Titan did have good recon on Mayhem.

"Nah." He lifted his beer bottle to them. "Enjoy yourself this evening."

Seven came back to Jax, and he squeezed her ass, pulling her closer.

"You have some info on them," she whispered against his lips.

Jax bit her bottom one. "You bet your sweet ass we do."

She kissed him slowly, playing with her tongue stud, teasing him in the way that seemed to get him to react most. "And I lied to Mayhem. First time in my life."

Jax made a deep sound as she pulled away, flexing his grip on her ass again. "Guess we trust each other?"

"Do we?"

"What's that mean?"

"Navy SEAL. Titan. And… what else? Who are you? Besides a contractor and a good lay. You've seen my world. What about yours?"

Jax's muscles tightened. His unreadable face hardened, and the warmth that had radiated from the grip around her somehow cooled without moving. "That's it. All work, no play."

They were playing now, though… "Ever?"

"Never."

"Never ever?"

"Yeah, Seven. Never ever."

"Jeez." She inched back, faking the excuse of drinking her beer. They were hot, cold, hot, and now back to cold.

Jax took that same moment to do the same, draining the whole damn thing.