Slade (The Protectors #6)(42)
He could feel her body tremble, could smell her need and wanted nothing more than to fulfill that need, but she was going to have to learn to listen and not automatically think he only wanted one thing from her. Oh, he wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to sink deep into her tight warmth, but Slade wanted her and he was done hiding it, but she was going to finish the program before anything more happened between them.
“But—” Jill’s voice was harsh with need.
“There are no buts, Jill. I’m your trainer. That is most important right now,” Slade replied before she could even finish her sentence. “This is the way it is and the way it will be. Finish the program and then we will see where we go from there.”
Their faces were inches apart, breath mingling and Slade had control…until her wet, pink tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. Pushing away from her, he released his power, turned stepping off the bed, heading for the door. Jill followed him.
“So that’s it?” Jill stood on the end of the bed. “You’re leaving…again?”
Slade turned enough to look at her over his shoulder. “You heard what I said, Jill. Finish the program.” His eyes ran over her body; his mind, as well as his hard cock, demanding he walk back and take her, ease his misery and hers, but he was stronger than that. He meant what he said. He would not be the reason she failed or got killed. He was her trainer first and foremost, and at that moment, he hated his f*cking job.
Walking out of the room was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Before he could take a step, something big hit the door behind him. He smiled, shaking his head. Yeah, he was going to pay for this stunt, but their focus needed to be on her training and nothing more. Taking a step, he groaned, looking down, but first he needed to take care of his need. Damn that woman was going to kill him or drive him insane. His mind quickly wondered how she would ease her need. “Fuck!” He shook the thoughts from his head, and walked faster to his room. Yeah, he was going to go insane.
******
Walking into a weight gym, Jax realized he had been right. The guy was a muscle head. “You see him anywhere?” Jax asked Sid, looking around.
“No.” Sid walked over to the counter where a cute girl with a preppy ponytail and tight workout clothes stood at a computer. “Hello.”
She looked up, her eyes widening at Sid, then shooting for Jax. “Hi.” She smiled, putting on her best sales face. “You guys interested in a membership?”
“Hell, no,” Jax grumbled.
“Actually, I am.” Sid laughed loudly, rolling his eyes. “And I’m trying to talk my buddy into joining with me, but he’s being a hard-ass thinking he don’t need it.”
The girl’s eyes ran up and down Jax, and from her expression she agreed; he didn’t need it. Then her sales’ face returned. “You are in great shape.” The girl nodded at Jax. “But this is a great gym with all the state-of-the-art equipment to help you stay in great shape.”
“That’s what I told him,” Sid sighed, shaking his head before looking back at her with his biggest smile. “So, can we take a look around before making the decision?”
“Sure!” Her excitement at a possible bump in salary by signing two new memberships had her grabbing papers. “I’ll get everything together on this end. You guys go check it out. I know you won’t be disappointed. Plus, we are the only twenty-four hour gym in the area.”
“Thank you.” Sid smiled down at her, making her blush. “I’m sure we won’t be disappointed in what we find at all.”
Jax had already taken off. It was pretty empty since it was two o’clock in the morning. The place was big, and as Jax was about to give up finding the bastard, Sid chuckled, pointing toward the back corner.
“He really is a douchebag,” Sid smirked. “He’s going to be so happy to see me.”
Looking to where Sid was pointing, Jax spotted the man immediately, standing in front of a mirror that covered the whole wall while pumping weights and looking at himself before flexing. “He’s mine,” Jax reminded Sid.
“Just got your back, brother.” Sid nodded, looking slightly disappointed as they made their way toward the iron-pumping *.
Rod was too busy looking down at his muscle to notice two figures behind him in the mirror, but once he looked up, it was a photo moment because the look of shock on his face was classic. Sid with his crooked ‘you’re getting your ass beat’ smile and Jax’s ‘I’m the one beating your ass’ glare couldn’t be misconstrued.
Dropping the weights, Rod tried to make a run for it, but had nowhere to go. Jax grabbed him by the back of the neck, forcing him down on a weight bench.
“What do you want?” Rod’s voice didn’t fit his body image. He sounded like a scared girl, his voice high with fright. “I didn’t do anything to Lana.” His eyes shot to Sid.
“And you’re very lucky for that,” Sid growled down at him.
“You like hitting women?” Jax smacked him on the back of the head, hard. “Does it make you feel like a man, you piece of shit?”
“No, it was an accident.” Rod’s lie pissed Jax off even more, making him smack the back of his head harder.
“Try again, motherf*cker,” Jax sneered down at him. “Do you know what my tribe did back in the day to men who abused their women?”