Page 45 of Furious
All of a sudden, the pressure in the room dropped, and it took a moment for Jax to realize that Tristan wasangry. Those sandy-brown eyes flashed, and Tristan’s brow pinched in a way that left his expression scary. In a way, having someone pissed on his behalf lightened the load, and Jax calmed a little.
“I’m going to talk to Owen about this.” Tristan’s voice came out in a growl, and Jax found it intoxicating. “Have you asked to see the security cameras?”
“There are cameras in the kitchen?” Jax looked up at the ceiling. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Probably because he was using one hundred and twenty percent of his brain to work a stressful job with chronic pain.
“I can get the recordings for you.” Tristan wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. “And I think I know who it is. Derrick.”
“Derrick?” Jax’s gut told him that Tristan was onto something. The line cook had never given Jax a problem, but he always had a weird look in his eye, like he had one up on Jax. There was usually drama in kitchens, and it was impossible to get along with everyone, so Jax had let it go until now.
“That night your back went out? He was watching, and there was something off about him.” Tristan’s lips were a thin line. “He seemed to thinkit was amusing.”
“What?” Jax’s fury began to boil. “Maybe itishim. But don’t talk to Owen yet. I want to get some proof. If word gets out, it’ll scare him off.”
“I don’t even want him around you.” Tristan’s tone was still rough and lined with possessiveness, drawing Jax like a moth to flame. Rising, Jax was around the bar in record time, sitting gently in Tristan’s lap. The thighs underneath him were solid muscle, so it was the best and firmest seat in the house.
“My big protector,” Jax crooned, kissing Tristan deeply and reeling in his anger. “Remember when I asked what you were doing to me? And you saidnothing yet? I’d like to see what you had in mind.”
Tristan’s eyes flashed again, this time so full of sensuality that Jax almost fell from his lap. Slowly, Tristan slid an arm under Jax’s legs and another around his shoulders, cradling him.
“Hold onto me.” It sounded like a normal sentence, but promise laced every word, and Tristan’s tone made Jax shiver.
Nodding, Jax did as he was told, his cock already half hard. Locking his hands behind Tristan’s neck, he took in a sharp breath, impressed at how fluidly Tristan stood, not jostling him at all.
“Let me show you the bedroom.” That lethal tone was here to stay, and Jax bit his lip. If he told his old self that he’d be swooning over roses and being carried to bed, he would’ve scoffed. But Jax couldn’t deny that this kind of treatment was turning him on, although he’d probably hate it from anyone but Tristan.
The navy-blue walls of the master bedroom were a nice contrast to the forest decor outside. Now it felt like they were in the ocean, with soft grays and white accents all around. But there was a whale in the room.
“That is the biggest bed I’ve ever seen,” Jax declared, eyes wide. The monolith took up most of one wall and could easily fit six people.
“It’s an Alaskan King. And the mattress is firm, are you okay with that? There’s a softer mattress in the other bedroom.”
Jax loved that Tristan consistently thought about his comfort; there were few people in his life who did, and Tristan acted as if it were no big deal, which immediately had the four-letter word in Jax’s head leaning toward the one with thevinstead of thek.
“Put me down and I’ll tell you,” Jax smirked, trying to keep things sexy. Thankfully, it worked because Tristan’s gaze grew dark again, and he never broke eye contact as he lowered Jax onto the bed, causing Jax’s cock to stand at full attention.
Giving his body a moment to adjust, Jax smiled. “This is like my mattress at home.”
“Good,” Tristan crawled over him, their size difference up close and personal. While Jax was five nine, Tristan was well over six feet, but that didn’t intimidate Jax; it only enticed him. “You have full control. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop. If you are in any pain, please tell me.”
“I promise, I’ll tell you,” Jax went weak in the knees, wanting to high-five himself because, as predicted, Tristanwasgoing to be soft and gentle. “By the way?” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Jax managed to pull it off without hurting himself or looking like an idiot. “I brought my overnight bag.”
With a dark chuckle, Tristan smoothed back Jax’s hair, and Jax leaned into it, shivering again as Tristan ran a soft finger over the piercings in his right ear, fascinated with the tragus.
“You look like you don’t belong to this world.” Tristan said reverently. “In a good way.”
“That’s kind of what I’m going for.” Slowly, he flipped over, showing Tristan his tattoo. “Now you get to see it in person.”
Fingers instantly touched Jax’s shoulder blades, tracing the lines, and he gasped, trying not to shudder too hard or his back would freak out. Yes, he was going to have sex tonight, but he knew how to move his body and what his limits were.
And if he pushed and hurt a bit tomorrow? It would be worth it.
Tristan shifted, and suddenly the touch became wet; it took Jax’s brain a couple of seconds to comprehend that Tristan was using his tongue. The deft way it traced the lines had Jax wondering what it would be like on his cock, but he set that thought aside for later, enjoying how Tristan took his time exploring, working his way down the column of Jax’s spine until he stopped above the waist.
Before Jax could reach for his pants, wanting that tongue farther south, Tristan kissed his way back up, savoring Jax like he was another course and wringing delighted gasps from him. Once he got to Jax’s neck, he carefullypressed the mound of his cock to Jax’s ass, just resting it between his cheeks, and Jax moaned, spreading his legs invitingly. With another dark chuckle, Tristan gave him a firmer press, rubbing up and down as he nibbed on Jax’s neck.
Jax had been around the block a few times, but Tristan had him trembling like a virgin because he was going all-in, and Jax wanted to return the favor. He’d been yearning to explore Tristan’s body and see the huge cock that was teasing him, promising the fuck of a lifetime.
Giving a final shiver, Jax tried to turn, and Tristan pulled back, giving him space and a hand, halving the energy it would’ve usually taken.
