Page 60 of The Last Second Chance
Joey reached for the tape the printer spat out and Jax watched her catch Lila’s eye from the service bar. She made a slicing hand over her neck. Cutting someone off apparently.
Joey glanced in Jax’s direction. “Care to try your ‘tongue,’ boss?”
“Ohhh,” the crowed cheered at the challenge.
Jax leaned in close enough that he could tell Joey wanted to back up.
“You already know the things I can do with my tongue, Jojo.”
Another woman would have blushed or slapped him, but not Joey. She took it as a challenge.
She held out the bowl of cherries to him. “Race ya.”
As if he could say no to the laughter in those eyes or that cocky-as-hell grin. No, he’d always been in over his head when it came to Joey Greer.
Wordlessly, he plucked a cherry out of the bowl and with his gaze never leaving Joey’s face, popped it into his mouth. One bite and the sweet juice tickled his taste buds. But there was something even sweeter he wanted to taste.
Her.
As if reading his mind, Joey leisurely fished a cherry out of the bowl.
“You’d better hurry up, Joey,” Mrs. Penskee from the animal rescue warned from the middle of the bar.
“I’m giving him a handicap since he can’t keep up,” she said with a wink, inciting another round of “Ooohs.”
Joey brought the cherry to her lips, parting them just enough that Jax and every other man in the bar leaned forward in anticipation. Jax briefly forgot what he was doing with the cherry stem and nearly choked on it.
She knew exactly what she was doing, but that did nothing to slow the southern migration of his blood.
Holding the stem, Joey popped the cherry into her mouth and Jax felt his cock turn to stone.
She gave him a feline grin. “Get ready.”
If he were any readier, he’d drag her down to the beer-soaked floor and tear off her clothes.
Joey popped the stem into her mouth, reminding Jax that his tongue had its own business besides panting after her. He’d just bent the stem in a V when Joey hooted triumphantly. One end of the stem poked through her lips.
“No freaking way,” Jax challenged.
“Bet me,” she said, the tip of the stem moving hypnotically between her full, pink lips.
“A hundred bucks,” he heard himself say, knowing he’d already lost.
“Deal.”
“C’mon and show us,” Jax said, gesturing at the crowd.
Someone started a drumroll and others joined in.
“Come see for yourself.” It was a taunt and he took advantage of it. Jax closed the gap between them, but rather than using his fingers to pluck the stem from her lips, he used something more fun.
His open mouth settled on her full, ripe lips for just a second. Long enough for the crowd to erupt and his dick to get impossibly harder.
His teeth scraped her lips as they closed over the stem and drew it out of her mouth, a perfect knot intact.
He didn’t hear the hoots and hollers of his neighbors and friends. Didn’t see the cellphones recording the moment or the looks of interest that passed between customers.
All he saw was the fire in Joey’s eyes. Unpredictable, that fire was. He stayed close so she couldn’t swing hard with her fist should she decide to react that way.
