Page 47 of Sins of Seduction
And I can’t wait till I taste it again.
Raven stuffed stale donuts and bad coffee down her throat in hopes that it would ease her hunger pains. She was back in the police station sitting in the stifling interrogation room again with Jax sitting beside her. Cruz had left them alone as soon as they got here. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet, and when he did speak to her he was civil, making her wonder if she had hit her head at any point and this was some induced side effect. Raven hadn’t known what to do with that side of Cruz, and it actually made her nervous. Aside from almost being run off the road, his behavior toward her had been the scariest thing that happened to her today.
You’ll ruin your pretty face.
Cruz’s comment from earlier lingered in the back of her mind. She felt the whispers of his voice as surely as she felt Jax’s fingertips against her arm. It was such an insignificant comment, and from anyone else Raven wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but something had been different with Cruz on Miller Way Road.
The air had been charged with electricity that tingled across her body and out of her fingertips. Even his comment about hearing her apologize had felt like an open invitation for her to do it on her knees or back. Raven was probably making something out of nothing, but it beat focusing on anything else at the moment, like why she was back at the police station.
As soon as the tow truck showed up, an officer asked Raven to grab anything she needed out of the car, and that’s when she remembered the box of white roses petals in the passenger seat. She had to let everyone there know that it had been delivered to her front door. Cruz didn’t have any snide remark; he just barked orders at the police officers in uniform to grab the box before the tow truck took Jax’s Mustang.
She wanted all of this to be one huge coincidence. The box of roses that had been delivered to Lush, the notes, the dead body, all of it. The longer she sat here, though, the harder it was becoming to convince herself that none of this was related. Someone was out there targeting her, but she didn’t understand why or for what.
Raven rubbed at the spot in between her brows. The headache she’d been fighting off seemed to pick that moment to feel like a marching band decided to take up practice inside her skull. She thought for sure it was because she was hungry, but six donuts hadn’t done much to ease the ache. In fact, it seemed to be worse. Her jaw hurt and her stomach was cramping. Her body felt warm to the touch, but she shivered in the chair, feeling cold.
“Hey,” Jax’s hand wrapped around the back of her neck. His sure fingers massaging into her skin released some of the tension she’d been holding. She felt his lips against her head. “You okay?” he whispered, and she could still hear the concern in his voice. He’d been worried about her since she called him, and even though she was safe, it hadn’t put him at ease.
“I’m okay, you know.” Her gaze shot to his. His emotions were written all over his face. He’d been scared for her, and she could understand that feeling. She felt it when she couldn’t save Lea. A suffocating grief had almost paralyzed Raven and turned her into a shell of herself. She didn’t want that for Jax, especially not when she was still alive and whole.
Raven grabbed his face and pulled him in for a quick kiss, and he deepened it. His tongue teased her mouth as his hands wrapped around her waist and plucked her from the chair she’d been in. He sat her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her closer to him so that there was no space between them.
She felt his need to slip inside of her, to lock himself around her to make sure his mind hadn’t played tricks on him and she was in fact here, because that need mirrored inside of her too.
It made her frantic—desperate almost. She wanted to cling to him because he made her feel the safest.
Raven’s nails clawed into his shoulders, as he kissed a path down her jaw and to her neck. He nipped at her pulse before she felt his tongue suckle on the spot he’d just bitten—he was marking her and she didn’t care. His hands slid under her shirt, and she hissed out a breath when his palms pressed against her skin. She rocked her hip against his, a desperate need egged her on.
She knew she was fine, but somewhere in the back of her mind, a clock began to tick and with it a sense of doom lingered in the stale air of the interrogation room. She heard the faint whisper of a voice that didn’t belong to her tell her that what happened today was just the beginning.
Can you see me?
A golden sun will die.
Jax gripped Raven’s fast hands and pulled them behind her. He wrapped his whole body around hers, trying to infuse the heat of his body into hers. She was still cold to the touch, and Jax figured that had been from the drop in adrenaline she felt after what happened today. He buried his face in her neck, feeling her pulse against his skin—the proof that she was alive and well should have calmed him, but he was still rattled from her phone call.
He’d just gotten off the phone with Eric, his mechanic, who let him know Raven’s car was ready to be picked up. When she called him, he heard the terror in her tone. Even as she tried to reassure him that she was fine, she couldn’t mask how scared she was. He didn’t know what to expect when he got to Miller Way Road. He had to rely on years of police training to keep his emotions bottled up, but the second he saw her attack Cruz, the floor beneath him had given out. The relief had been overwhelming but short-lived as anger seeped into his body.
Jax had been ready to rip Cruz’s arms from his body, and the feeling only intensified when Raven accused Cruz of trying to run her off the road. Jax knew the two didn’t mesh well—they were oil and vinegar. The only thing they had in common was him, but Jax never would have expected Cruz to try and physically hurt her. Lucky for Cruz, his alibi had checked out or they’d be sitting in this room for a whole different reason.
Raven arched her back, rocking her hips into Jax, causing him to growl low in his throat. He knew what she was doing; he was just as desperate for it too. That need to feel something other than out of control terror that made Jax’s blood turn to ice. He wanted to dive into Raven’s heat, chase away the danger that clipped at his heels, but fucking in the interrogation room of the place he used to work at wasn’t high on his list of fantasies. Especially when he could hear Cruz’s and Greyson’s voices just outside the door.
Jax lifted his head, and his hands went to Raven’s hip, stalling her movements. The whimper that left her lips made him want to push one of the chairs underneath the doorknob to stop anyone from barging in. He wanted to block out the rest of the world while he gave in to what they both wanted and fucked her to oblivion.
“Not here, Rave.” He had to force the words past his throat.
The sound of the door opening had Raven’s eyes widening. She leaned her head against his, and a pained chuckle had her body shaking in his hold. “They would have locked us up for indecent exposure if you hadn’t stopped us.” He felt her breath against his lips, and some maddening part of himself, the part Raven enticed, wondered how fast he could get the chair under the door. They didn’t need much time. He wanted hours, but he could settle for a few stolen minutes in between her legs.
A throat cleared somewhere behind them, and reluctantly, Jax shifted to put her back in her own chair. He kept his hand resting on her thigh as he looked at Cruz and Greyson. Greyson was fighting a smile while Cruz looked curious. It was a complete contrast from the eye rolling, and clenched jaw that Jax was used to, and it made him look at Cruz in a new light.
Jax had felt a shift in the air while Raven stood sandwiched between him and Cruz. He knew Raven’s body as well as his own, and he felt the second her anger shifted into something sweeter. It hit the back of his throat, making him hard with her back pressed against his front. He heard the subtle shift in her breathing and felt her pulse increase when Cruz had closed the distance between them.
Jax hadn’t wanted to admit it then—he had tried to hold onto his anger—but the images his mind conjured up hadn’t let up. He could see it now, clear as if it was happening in front of him. Jax taking Raven from the back while her plush lips were wrapped around Cruz’s cock—or watching her greedy walls wrap around Cruz’s dick while his cock slipped inside her ass.
He could hear her throaty moans. They were his favorite song, which he enjoyed having stuck on repeat in his mind. He could feel her body shaking from her orgasm as if she was in his hands now. The images made him hard to the point that he thought for sure the front of his jeans were going to break. He shifted in his chair to give himself room, but it wasn’t enough, and when Raven’s legs snapped shut around his fingers, he glanced her way seeing a nice flush coat her skin.
Jax wondered where her head was. Had the same ideas taken root in her mind?
“You two are like high school kids. My God. Do we need to make sure there’s adult supervision with you at all times?” Greyson chuckled, walking farther into the room. He pulled a chair out and sat across from Raven while Cruz stayed by the door for a moment.
