Page 128 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Lava pools in my core. I’m weak. Jaxmakesme weak.
None of this is fair.
His dirty talk in my ears, his scent in my nose. The way his cock hits every delightful spot and my body melds to his like it was created to receive him. To please him.
My resistance is broken.
Jax’s hips slam against me faster and faster, his rhythm turning feral. He slaps my breasts and the ache makes my cunt sing.
I’ve already come twice. Will I survive another pull of the trigger? If these are my last moments, dying right after an orgasm isn’t the worst way to go, but I won’t think of Jax when it happens.
I want my last thoughts to be of the man I love.
Because it’s not a crush and not a passing fancy. It’s not just adrenaline or lust.
I’ve fallen for my dead husband’s brother.
I’m irrevocably and madly in love with Colton Walker.
Funny that it took a round of orgasm Russian roulette to realize the truth. I should thank Jax for forcing me to face my feelings before I kick the bucket.
Jax makes my pussy have a heartbeat, but Colt makes my heart jump out of my chest and my stomach swoop like I’m on a rollercoaster.
Jax’s hand closes around my throat and I let myself drop into an orgasm like a free fall without a parachute. My inner walls pulse around him as he reaches his peak, but I imagine it’s Colt spilling into me.
When the gun clicks a fourth time, giddy excitement crests inside my chest.
Hell yeah, I’m still alive!
As soon as I’m loose, I’ll tell Colt the truth about my feelings—right after I give Jax a taste of his own medicine.
His heavy breaths are in my ears as he pulls out, his cum running down my legs. I hear him zipping up before he cups my cheek. “Did you learn your lesson, little brat?”
“I did.” It’s not the lesson he means, but soon he’ll see for himself.
The handcuffs open and I instantly rip the shawl frommy head. I scowl when I see that my panties are hanging from his pocket like another sick souvenir.
That’s the second pair this masked freak has ruined and stolen, dammit!
Jax raises the revolver to his temple and cocks the hammer. “For the record…”
He pulls the trigger once. Twice. Thrice. A fourth time. My mouth gapes.
“It was unloaded all along. I just wanted to give you a fright and a thrill, Sugar. I just wanted to prove to you that I can give you everything you need.”
Rage shoots through me like a red-hot arrow.
“This was a fucking game? You’re sick, Jax! You should be spending the rest of your life in a padded white room!”
He shrugs as he shoves the gun into his waistband. “Don’t act all offended. You came three times and that means you’re still mine. You knew the deal.”
I sputter. “To hell with your deal! I never agreed to anything. You forced me!”
I grab my clutch and pull out the pink snub-nose revolver Colt gave me. Fingers shaking, I pull the hammer back and aim at Jax. He freezes.
“That’s right, motherfucker! Be afraid! I promise youthisone is loaded. You always talk about goddamn consequences, but you go around playing games with people’s lives because it gets you off! How about a bullet inyourhead as a consequence?” I threaten.
Jax slowly raises his hands, palms forward. “In my defense, it got you off, too.”
