watching as he made you feel it. I like seeing you with them. When Chase refused to join in with us the other night, I can't tell you how fucking disappointed I was. I don't even really understand it myself, but you and me and them, it just makes sense."
"So you're not gonna freak out on me if me and Fox…"
JJ shook his head, pushing his shorts down so slowly that it could only have been designed to torture me.
"So long as I know you want me just as much," he growled, fisting the rigid length of his cock as he set it free and I moaned at the sight of it.
"You know I do," I panted, gripping the edge of the table and waiting for him to finish this torture.
"Then tonight we'll tell him and we'll make him understand it," JJ said in a deep voice, filled with lust. "But he isn't going to like it."
"I know," I agreed. "But we can't keep lying and-"
"And you can't keep fighting what you have with him," JJ finished for me, pressing his cock to my aching core and making me curse.
"Be rough with me, Johnny," I growled, fisting my hand in his shirt and dragging him closer so that I could reach his mouth.
"Whatever you want, pretty girl," he agreed with a wicked grin, slamming the full length of his dick into me with a savage thrust which had me swearing as the tension in my body was finally rewarded.
He gripped my hips roughly and I moaned as my aching pussy got what I'd been dying for as he drove himself inside me with brutal, punishing thrusts and I met every one of them with a demand for more.
"We need to hurry," I gasped, my fingernails biting into the back of JJ's neck as I held on for dear life while he did exactly what I'd asked and slammed his cock into me in the best fucking way.
"I got you, pretty girl," JJ promised and as his mouth captured mine again, I forgot about hurrying or being quiet or any of the things I should have given a shit about. Because the feeling of Johnny James's body taking possession of mine was just about the best feeling in the entire fucking world and I was loving every filthy second of it.
I went to meet my dad around the back of the haunted house and found him leaning against the black wall with a grim expression on his face. He always came here with some of his friends and they drank the afternoon away over in one of the beer tents. He didn’t look particularly drunk, but I often couldn’t tell with him.
“Sorry to ruin your day, son, but I just got word Shawn has an arms shipment coming in from the sea,” Luther said as a ghoulish cackling carried from within the haunted house, followed by a scream. “One of my men got a tracker on the boat before it left a dock further up the coast.” He handed me a piece of paper and gave me an intent look. “I want the men on that boat dealt with and the shipment brought home.”
I nodded, scrubbing a hand over the stubble on my jaw in frustration. “Right now?”
“Right now,” he confirmed and I sighed. This was meant to be my day with Rogue, the start of us officially getting on track. I’d wanted to push her into facing what we were to each other before she had to face the reality of Chase’s exile.
For fuck’s sake, couldn’t we have one day of peace in this town? I’d wanted to make a few good memories today before the inevitable bomb went off in my face tonight. Because as soon as Rogue and JJ found out I’d sent Chase away again, they were gonna lose their fucking shit at me. I was already trying to figure out how I was gonna do damage control on what was coming. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been straight with them. From the moment he’d come home, I’d told them all exactly how it was gonna be, but was that gonna make the slightest bit of difference? Hell fucking no.
I turned to leave but Luther gripped my shoulder and turned me back, his features lined with tension. “Take a strong unit, Fox. There’s several men on that boat and I’d rather you went overprepared than got caught off guard. Especially with the amount of weapons I hear