Chapter 5

JAX'S POV

I stay on the hood, spine to steel, arms behind my head. It’s either this or jump out of my own skin. If one more off-key drunk walks by screaming lyrics like it’s a mating call, I might start setting things on fire.

This whole concert? Not my scene. But when Adam called and asked if there was any way I could get tickets because Layla was going to be here...with her friends.....I found a damn way.

I spot them in the distance. Adam and Layla veering off toward the other side, and I don’t need a goddamn telescope to know where that’s headed. What they're going to do. Good for them.

I pull out my last cigarette and light it like it’s sacred. The smoke settles my nerves, or at least gives me something else to focus on besides the pounding bass and the crowd’s collective howling.

Then I see him.

Xander.

Walking over like he’s not been dodging my messages and ducking my calls. Bold move. He doesn’t even look at me. Just strides right by and beelines for the open backseat window where he’d left his denim jacket tossed carelessly earlier, leans in to grab it.

I slide off the hood, slow, boots hitting the gravel with a thud. He straightens, senses me the second my shoes touch the ground, and whirls around.

Too late.

I pin him to the car before he can step back, one arm planted against the door frame, caging him in. My cigarette’s still between my lips as I take a long drag. Then I blow the smoke deliberately in his face.

He flinches, makes a sharp, annoyed sound, jaw clenched as he turns his head to the side. I drop the cigarette, grinding it out with my boot, but I don’t move.

“Move.” His voice is firm, jaw tight like he’s barely tolerating me.

I step impossibly closer, the smoke from my last drag still ghosting in the air between us. “Or what, Xander?”

He stiffens. I fucking love that. “I’ve been wondering something…” I tilt my head, eyes raking him in like a riddle I'm itching to unravel. “Are you a moaner? A whimperer?” I lower my voice, right by his ear. “Or do you get loud when someone’s got you trembling?”

He shoves at me hard. “Get the fuck off me!”

I press in tighter, caging him in. “I’d rather get the fuck in you instead.”

His eyes blaze. “In your fucking dreams.”

I lick my lips, watching how flustered he gets when I don’t flinch. “Why? Cause you’re used to doing the fucking?” His face flickers....there it is. Truth hitting raw.

My grin sharpens. “So does that mean I’d be the first to bend you over, make you beg and....” I watch him swallow. “...Right. You never answered…”

My mouth drops to his ear again, voice a low growl.

“Are you a moaner… or do you whimper when you take cock?”

I let my hand ghost over his hip, not touching, just close enough that he can feel it. " I'm guessing you’ve never let anyone have you before."

His eyes blaze, lips part, but nothing comes out.

I laugh, low and dry. God, he’ll be so fun to ruin.

He’s hard.

Pressed right up against me, breath shallow, fists clenched, jaw tight...and he’s fucking hard.

I let my eyes drop. He’s trying so hard to pretend he’s not feeling this, but his cock straining against me tells the truth. I don’t say a word. I don’t have to. I roll my hips, slow and subtle, just enough to feel him twitch through those jeans. His body jerks, like he might shove me again, but he doesn’t. He just… stands there, breathing hard, like he’s burning alive from the inside.

Then he looks at me. That look again.

Buried under the anger, the frustration, the 'don't fuck with me' edge he keeps sharpening...I see it. Something dangerous. Something that should warn me to run.

But I tried that.

I tried forgetting him. Tried ignoring this shit boiling under my skin every time he’s near. It almost drove me insane.

So no. I need to have a taste. Just once. Then I’ll erase him for good, easy.

His eyes drop to my mouth. My pulse stutters. I don’t move. Can’t, I’m locked in place like some fucking puppet and he’s suddenly the one pulling strings.

Then he drops his jacket to the floor.

And grabs me by mine.

Yanks me forward and crushes his mouth to mine.

It’s deep. Carnal. Fucking feral. His tongue claims mine, his teeth scrape. His hands fist into my collar like he wants to tear me open and crawl inside.

My knees nearly give. My cock aches.

And then....

He bites me. Hard.

I hiss and pull back. I can taste the blood. I swipe my tongue over the sting, touch my lip and see red on my fingers.

He’s still panting, eyes wild, lips swollen, chest rising like he might throw another punch or kiss me again.

I chuckle. Low and dark.

“So you’re a biter,” I say, voice rough and amused. “Good.” I lick the blood off my lip. “Think I might like that even more.”

He pulls back, breath ragged, lips pink and wet from our kiss, and I see it.

The panic...The need.... The goddamn fury.

“Enough,” he snaps, voice low but cutting. “You need to stop fucking with me.”

I arch a brow, still catching my breath. “Fucking with you?” I tilt my head slightly, amused, “ But I haven’t even started yet.”

He ignores it. Picks up his jacket from the ground, shoves it in front of himself like a damn shield.

And I know exactly what he’s hiding.

He’s still hard as hell.

“There are, what...a few thousand people in this place tonight?” he says tightly, refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m sure at least one of them is desperate enough to play your little games. Spread their legs....Beg for it.”

He shoots me a look, fire and ice in one.

“But it’s not me.”

He turns like he’s going to walk away, then stops, spins back.

“You were right, by the way.” His voice is quieter now. Meaner. Hotter.

" I never bottom. ”

He lets it hang there, like a punchline.

“So unless you’re the one planning to shut up and take it, Jax…”

His gaze slices into mine.

“Find someone else to waste your time on.”

He says it like a challenge. Like he’s betting I won’t. Like he’s daring me to call his bluff.

I watch him try to act tough, chest heaving, eyes sharp. He thinks he’s got the upper hand, but I’m already three moves ahead. “You’ll give in eventually,” I murmur low, voice thick with promise. “And when you do, I’ll have you moaning my name like you were made for it.” Inside, I’m already tasting the moment, the heat flooding his body, that stubborn fight breaking down into desperate need.