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  Chapter 4

  Jessie dressed up two weeks later for round two at the farm, reminding Jax to at least get her boots off this time. She’d laughed when she went home that night and realized her boots hadn’t come off once. Her eager anticipation was filled with sadness however; Liam had become distant after that first night and his rejection stung.

  Jax told her that Liam had been hurt pretty badly in the past and he was starting to have feelings for Jessie so he pulled away. That made sense to Jessie and at this point she wasn’t sure how long this would carry on but she wasn’t sure she wanted a full-on relationship either. Though, to be fair, she reminded herself, this basically was a relationship. It made sense in her head.

  She and Jax continued to talk, though he’d been busy with a work project and had only taken her out to dinner one time since their night at the farm. She was eager for the night to come. She’d relived those moments countless times and though Liam wouldn’t be there she was eager to get Jax naked and between her thighs.

  By the time they walked into the barn that night Jessie was all but vibrating. The woman she’d watched before was there and their eyes met across the room, the woman now downstairs and in the room across from the couch she’d been “initiated” on, as she thought of it.

  “Oh, she is delicious.” Jessie whispered, not really sure if she was ready to allow a stranger to touch her yet.

  Jax heard her but didn’t speak. He led her to the couch and Jessie pulled off the loose top she wore, dropping her pants before she took off her socks and boots. She stood before Jax, nude and proud as his eyes widened, going over every inch of her skin. He beckoned to her and Jessie went, adoring his smell, his face, all of him.

  Jessie straddled Jax, their faces coming together for a kiss that shook her to her very core.

  “You’re beautiful, Jess.” He whispered as their lips parted. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “I can’t get enough of you, Jax, fill me, please?” She begged, needing him now.

  His fingers found her slick labia and then he was inside of her, thrusting up into her eagerly.

  “You’re so wet.” He moaned, his eyes closed and his head back against the couch.

  Jessie braced her hands against the back of the couch, her own eyes closed as she lost herself in Jax’s guiding hands and thrusting flesh. His muscles rippled against her soft skin, and her hair fell down to tickle his thighs.

  They moved together, their bodies striving for more, and Jessie fell over the edge as his fingers found her clit, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

  “Jax.” She strangled out, her voice stolen by the ecstasy of Jax pushing into her.

  “Follow me, Jess, come with me.” He ground out, his jaw clenched as he lost his battle to hold back.

  Jessie could feel each pulse of his cock and rode him hard, the pleasure too great to ignore. Her body writhed against him and more than one pair of eyes turned to watch them, her back and bottom moving on him a sight too irresistible to ignore.

  Their most urgent need cured for the moment the pair fell back on the couch lengthways, to watch the others around them. Jessie’s eyes immediately went to the woman, the siren now busy riding a man’s face as she sucked at another’s cock. She knew how to take what she wanted, Jessie could see that.

  “I adore you, Jessie. I don’t ever want to lose you.” Jax said behind her.

  Jessie turned in his arms, pleased, the woman forgotten. “Do you, Jax?”

  “I do. I know you aren’t ready for the living together, commitment ring type of relationship but I’d like to make sure you know, it’s heading in that direction.” Jax looked into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face before stroking her cheek once more.

  “I think we can talk about that at some point down the road.” She said with a smile, kissing him deeply, her passion stirring once more.

  “You can go to her if you want.” Jax’s words as he broke their kiss stung Jessie and she pulled away.

  “What?” She asked, startled.

  “If you want to join Camelia and her men, you can. I want you only to feel pleasure here and if that means going over there, then go and know I’ll enjoy watching you.”

  Jessie could only stare at him. He’d only just spoken to her about commitment and now he was telling her to go and fuck someone else? Maybe she wasn’t as big a girl as she thought. Not twenty minutes ago she’d have jumped at the chance but Jax’s words had changed things somehow.

  “Ah.” The only sound she could get out for now.

  “Or you can stay with me, whatever you’d prefer.” He spoke with a smile, pulling her to him once more.

  “I think I need to go home, actually. My head is pounding for some reason. Do you want to stay? I can call a cab.” She offered, getting up to dress.

  Jax knew he’d said something wrong but didn’t want to push her. This was new ground for Jessie, and even if she wanted these new things, that didn’t mean they weren’t still confusing to her at times. And maybe her old thoughts on relationships was kicking in.

  Jessie remained silent on the ride home and kissed him goodnight, pleading for him to go home tonight.

  “I’ll call you in the morning darling. I just need to sleep this off.” Jessie watched as he left, heading over to Liam’s house.

  Liam that had abandoned her after their first night truly together. He wouldn’t come outside to answer her knocks on his door, he didn’t answer her texts, and if he saw her come outside when he was out he went in. The rejection stung.

  Jessie went to bed that night confused and unsure of how to fix it all. But there had to be a way.

  Jessie called Megan a week later, at her wits end about how to fix it all. She’d returned Jax’s text but was evading him on plans for meeting up. Megan was there in twenty minutes.

  “Here’s some ice cream, I’ve brought some chocolate, we’re going to watch some movies, you’re going to cry, and then we’re going to talk this out. I might order a pizza or two as well.” Megan said with a grin, pulling Jessie into her living room.

  They decided against a movie and Jessie spilled the entire story to Megan, even telling her about her attraction to Camelia.

  “Wow, she sounds hot. Can I come too? But seriously, what’s the problem besides Liam freezing you out? Are you afraid Jax is going to do the same?” Megan probed, her questions sounding harsh but her face confused.

  “I suppose I am. Why would he say that then throw me away?” Jessie sniffled into a tissue.

  “Because he’s not you dork! Don’t you get it? The man adores you and it sounds like Liam does too but he has some issues that made him pull back. Jax wants to see nothing but you being pleased, and if that happens to get him off at the same time, then what’s the problem? He’s not turning into a caveman and grunting at anybody that sniffs around you? I thought that’s what you wanted?”

  When Megan put it like that Jessie saw her own problem, the skewed thinking that had led to the current situation.

  “So you’re saying that Jax only wants me to be pleased, and if that means fucking other people then it pleases him too?” Jessie wanted to be sure.

  “Alright, imagine Jax is with this Camelia, and he’s getting off hard fucking her. How do you feel?” Megan asked in her blunt way.

  “Oh. Wow. I see now.” Jessie did too, the images Megan’s words created in her mind were hot. She didn’t feel jealous, she felt warm, aroused, and eager to see it in real life.

  “There you go. That’s what I’m here for.” Megan said, satisfied. The doorbell rang and she went to answer it, knowing the delivery man was on his way. She came back with a flounce in her step and two pizza boxes in hand.

  “Now, you can either sit in here making yourself fat with me or you can go out there and set those two straight.” She said, putting the boxes on the coffee table.

  “What?”

  “Jax and Liam are outside making like calendar cover models and washing their bikes
with no shirts on.” Megan said casually, taking a bite of pepperoni pizza. “I’d go outside if I were you.”

  Jessie shot from the couch with a wave to Megan, her heart pounding with nerves. What if they both just walked away? Then stand up and make them listen.

  Jessie marched out and stopped before the men, her hands at her hips and her “don’t mess with me” face on.

  “Now listen to me. I’ve made a complete idiot of myself but I have something to say. Liam, you are important to me, no matter if you want a full-on relationship with me or if you just want to boink my brains out occasionally. You are my friend and if you never speak to me again, I’ll come over and fill your garden with shrimp that will eventually make you have to leave your backyard. And you!”

  She turned to Jax, his face a picture between confusion and joy.

  “You deserve an apology. You have one. Now, if you two would like to boink me silly, I’d appreciate it. If not, please tell me now so I can go inhale a pizza with Megan.”

  She couldn’t look at either as her speech ended, too nervous about their response.

  “So you want me to be your friend or you’re going to terrorize me?” Liam asked, a tickle of laughter in his words.

  “That’s right buddy. I might even get myself a dog and throw it’s leavings in your backyard.” She promised, though she’d never do it and he knew it.

  “Right. And I can, what was the term, boink you, whenever I like?”

  “Also correct.”

  “And I have an apology from you?” Jax finally found his voice.

  “You do. I went full dumbass on you and I shouldn’t have. I know better. But for a moment I forgot I knew that.”

  “Does that mean we’re together?” Jax asked.

  “It does. And it also means we will be having sex. With Liam, with Camelia, whoever we like. As long as we’re together. That’s my only stipulation, we have to be together. Mainly because the idea of watching you makes me incredibly horny so the real thing must be off the chain.” Jessie said with a silly grin on her face.

  “What about living together?” Jax asked.

  “We’ll get to that. I like things the way they are for now but it won’t be long before I need you beside me every night.”

  “Hey, are you three going to go boink in Liam’s house? If so I’m going to watch this movie and get fat on my own. If not, send my bestie back so she can save my waistline.”

  All three laughed at Megan’s humor and the tenseness of the past weeks. Jessie walked into Liam and Jax’s arms and found her heaven.

  “I don’t know what I can promise, but I will always be your friend Jess. And I’d love to boink you silly.”

  “Good, because I’d love to be boinked silly.”

  “You’ll want to boink him even more when you find out he’s just been hired as fireman. Why do women love fireman so much?” Jax pondered, following them into Liam’s house.

  “They’re hot, duh.” Jessie said with a laugh as the door closed and her passion surged.

  She may not have started out looking for a relationship but she’d found it. With two of the best men she had ever come across.

  The End

  His Temptation

  Romantic Suspense

  About the Book

  When petite and pretty Julie Dumbarton flees the big city fearing for her life, she wants only one thing: to escape the mistakes of her past. But instead of escape, she discovers she was followed to her home town by Martin Richter, the man who beat and abused her. Now, her family is at risk as well. Julie is afraid she’ll never be able be free of Martin’s cruelty. When ex-boyfriend, Axel steps up to keep her safe, she vow’s she’ll never fall into a criminal life again, even if it means giving up Axel forever.

  Tough and dominating Axel Kehoe, entrenched in the life as a gang leader, wants nothing more than to squash the man who is tormenting Julie, his one and only love. His plan: get rid of Martin and get Julie back into his bed. But is he willing to give up everything he knows to win back Julie’s love?

  Chapter 1

  Julie Dumbarton sat in the very last seat of the Greyhound Bus. She didn’t like sitting next to the chemical smelling toilet stall, but she needed the security of knowing no one was sitting behind her. She was impatient for the bus to depart, afraid that if they sat there too long the man that was hunting her would find her. She looked out of the window into the night but all she could see was her own reflection, her red hair creeping out from under her hat, blue eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep. Even her cheekbones seemed sharper than when she had left home months ago.

  She thought back to the time before the city, when she’d stupidly driven the getaway car for her boyfriend Axel. She hadn’t known he was going to rob a bank, but that wouldn’t matter to the cops. The prosecutor would surely point out that she had known Axel was up to no good. She’d left him after that. Left him and moved to the city for a fresh start.

  What a joke that had been; she’d had no marketable skills and couldn’t find a job. She should have known when the lovely Martin Richter had taken her in, that he was a con man. An unprincipled pimp. She’d actually thought he was in love with her until he had given her to another man. After that she’d stolen from his wallet time and time again, until she had the bus fare home. But he’d found her stash and given her a black eye so in the end she had to call her parents for a bus ticket home.

  She’d spent the evening pretending to drink with Martin, refilling his glass time after time until he finally passed out on the couch. Then she’d snuck past the other rooms and down and out into the street, running barefoot to the bus station, her feet silent on the warm pavement, so the men wouldn’t hear her footfalls.

  “I need to pick up my ticket,” she’d said panting with exertion and nerves at the ticket window.

  “What?” asked the clerk behind the counter. “Say again.”

  “I have a ticket here,” Julie spoke slower, tried to regulate her breathing.

  “You must pay for ticket,” the clerk said.

  “No,” Julie was starting to panic, she wasn’t sure how much time she had before the bus left. “My parents paid for the ticket, I just need to pick it up.”

  The clerk had finally understood, found the ticket and handed it to Julie, after she’d produced her ID. Then she’d padded quietly onto the bus, still holding her shoes.

  Shouting broke out in the station just as the bus engine roared to life and Julie slid down in her seat hoping to slip unnoticed out of Martin Richter’s life. He didn’t know where she was from and with a little luck he would never know where she had gone.

  Julie woke when the bus pulled into her home town terminal. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, it wasn’t safe. The movement of the bus had lulled her and she’d slept deeply the last five hours of the trip. She rubbed her eyes and looked out into the familiar downtown. Her parents were standing on the sidewalk beside the bus; arms folded not talking to each other. There was nothing new about that, they hadn’t had a proper conversation in the last 10 years as far as Julie knew.

  She grabbed her backpack and climbed down out of the bus. Her mother burst into tears and threw her arms around Julie.

  “I’m okay mom,” Julie said into her shoulder. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t true of course but she would never tell her mother what she’d been through. Looking over her mother’s shoulder she thought she saw someone standing in the shadows on the other side of the street, but she couldn’t get a good look. Still, the figure reminded her of Axel and she realized she’d still have to be careful. She’d put that life behind her and that’s where she wanted it to stay.

  “Why thank goodness,” her father said. “You’re safe. Let’s take you home.” He took her backpack and walked away.

  “Mom. Mom!” Julie pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Come on mom, dad already left.”

  They followed her dad to the car and drove silently through the town toward their home. Once home, Juli
e made excuses to her parents and retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom; the one place in the world she felt safe. She grabbed a towel from the linen closet and got gratefully into the shower. She let the water run and run, rinsing away the grime of the city life, the humiliation, the abuse. When the water ran cold she got out of the shower, returned to the privacy of her room and rummaged in her drawers for close she hadn’t worn in months.

  When she pulled on her favorite jeans she discovered they were too big for her now. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing for the first time that her hip bones jetted sharply and her lower ribs were visible. There had been no mirrors in the house in the city and she had no clue how emaciated she’d become. She dug around in a drawer for a belt and cinched her jeans tight on her hips. So she was thin, she thought, so what? All she had to do was eat ice cream every day for a week. She should get back to normal, at least normal looking. She might never feel like the same person again.

  The jeans looked silly bunched around her waist, so she slipped into a dress instead. It was a flowy sleeveless shift with a scoop neck that dropped to just above her knees. Comfortable and homey. This dress was full of happy memories.

  It was when she went to flop down on her bed that she noticed the envelope on her pillow. She smiled thinking one of her friends must be welcoming her home. She stuck her finger under the envelope flap and tore it open, pulling out not a card, but a single sheet of lined paper, the kind they use in elementary school. There were five words printed on it. You - will - never - be - free. A cold chill ran down her back.

  Julie dug through her drawers for a clean pair of socks and grabbed her sneakers out of the closet. She dumped her backpack on the bed shaking out all the bits of detritus she collected in the corners during her stay in the city. Then she stuffed a change of clothes and a sweatshirt into the bag, dropped to her hands and knees beside the bed and felt for the slit she’d cut in the bottom of the box spring for the money she’d stashed there months ago.