Page 62 of Furious
“Thanks, Marci.” He gave her a heartfelt nod, turning his full attention back to the task at hand, flitting from station to station and becoming the oil that kept the gears of the kitchen turning smoothly. Not only did it distract him from hunting Derrick down, but it also made the clients happy. None of the parties noticed the massive issues behind the scenes; in fact, many of the guests complimented the food.
But Jax was too stressed out to enjoy any of it and too shaken to care about much by the end of the night. Shutting down the kitchen withTristan, Owen, and Marci, all four of them thoroughly checked the newly filled walk-in and adjusted the cameras, deciding to talk about everything in the morning because exhaustion had settled in.
Silence reigned as they rode home, and Jax was grateful that Tristan gave him space and time to wind down. He also ran a shower for Jax the minute they stepped inside, and once Jax was under the steaming water, he instantly felt more human.
Washing up, he was rinsing the soap away when Tristan appeared, turning the temperature down a notch before joining him.
“Wha-” Jax had seen Tristan naked a bunch of times already, but it still constantly derailed him. Between his height, the delicious hair on his chest, and his huge cock, Tristan was a banquet ofman, and Jax took him in, his dick standing at attention.
But he didn’t get to look for long, because Tristan carefully spun him until he faced away.
“Can you brace yourself on the wall?” The low tone of Tristan’s voice had Jax instantly obeying, and he pressed against the tiles, the water hitting his left side. Before he could wonder what was happening, Tristan’s fingers were running over Jax’s tattoo, tracing it, as if he were continuously fascinated by it.
Zoning out to the touch, Jax hummed as Tristan eventually made his way south, dropping to his knees and rubbing his large hands up and down the back of Jax’s thighs.
And then those hands traveled up, gently prying Jax’s cheeks apart, and Jax gasped.
“Tristan-” was all he got out before something wet licked his entrance, circling it several times. After that, all Jax could do was groan, because Tristan’s devilish tongue swirled around and around, softening him up while slowly going deeper, teasing him until his knees wobbled.
“Mmmm?” Vibrated into Jax’s body, and Jax reached down, but Tristan pushed his hand away, wrapping fingers around Jax’s neglected cock.
A high-pitched cry echoed off the walls, and Jax realized it came from him as Tristan assaulted him from both sides. Pumping him with a death grip while spearing him deeply, Tristan twisted and pressed his slippery tongue until Jax hit the wall with the side of his fist, coming so hard he lostcoherency.
He could feel Tristan’s large hands steadying him, keeping him upright until his legs came back.
“U-Um, thanks?” He leaned against the wall, glancing down at Tristan’s cock, which looked like it was spent. “Wait, did you-”
“You make such delicious noises, it didn’t take much,” Tristan admitted, showing him his covered hand, which he quickly washed off.
Jax flushed again, loving that this filthy, possessive side of Tristan was only for him.
Bending, Tristan kissed his shoulder. “Now you should be nice and relaxed.”
“You shouldn’t be so good at that. I’ll get addicted to it.” Limber and loose after his dose of oxytocin, Jax allowed Tristan to shut off the water and dry him off.
“That isn’t a problem, I’ll do it any time you want.” With a wink, Tristan gave Jax another towel for his hair and made sure he was comfortable in bed before bringing him some tea, once again ruining him for all other men.
Taking a sip, Jax hummed as warm vanilla washed over his tongue. “Mmm, I like this.”
“It’s decaf Vanilla Comoro.” Tristan drank from his own mug, settling on the bed next to him.
“Thank you for today,” Jax said, starting to feel the gummy he’d taken on the way home. “I wouldn’t have been able to handle everything without you.”
“I think you would’ve done well with or without me, but I was happy to help.” Tristan kissed his temple. “How do you feel?”
“Better, but still stressed. I’m not looking forward to talking about the Derrick situation with Owen and Marci tomorrow. And probably again with Angelo.”
“It’ll put a stop to things.”
“Yeah.” Taking another long sip, Jax placed his mug down, reclining on the bed and carefully stretching his limbs.
“S-Sorry,” a yawn overtook him. “The gummy is working.”
“That’s okay,” Tristan’s low voice carried Jax under, and he felt lips kiss his brow. “Sleep. You’ve earned it.”
Hehadearned it. He’d kicked ass today, and even though he’d have to explain himself tomorrow, it wasn’t like things could get any worse.
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