Page 5 of My Three Enemies

I can feel Jackson glaring behind me. My skin runs hot at the idea of him doing something to hurt me while Gray is gone.

Picking up on the dynamics between the three of them has been difficult, but I'm almost positive Gray is the leader.

The others seem to listen to him when he speaks, anyway. I just hope that Jackson will now.

“Sit down,” Jackson demands. I look over my shoulder to see with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “You and I need to have a chat.”

He unfolds his arms and pushes me toward the couch in the living room and I take a seat in the center.

He stands in front of me staring down with no emotion on his face whatsoever.

All three of them were scary, but I could at least read the looks in the other's eyes.

Dax and Gray were very obvious about their desires, but Jackson. .. I don't know what he wants from me.

Even though Jackson is the thinnest brother, he's still incredibly muscular.

He's wearing a black T-shirt that fits snugly against his arms, showing off the sleeve of tattoos on both.

Some of them stick out more than others, but for the most part, they all seem nature-inspired.

Leaves and twigs and brambles connecting each and every tattoo to fill any available space on his skin.

I don't say anything as I stare back at him. It feels like whatever I say or do is already going to be wrong to him, so I might as well let him get the conversation started.

“I know that you're not telling us the whole truth,” Jackson finally begins, narrowing his eyes on me. “You may have fooled my brothers, but not me. I want you to tell me the real reason you're here.”

I don't answer him right away. I figured the best thing I can do is try to look as confident as I possibly can. I straighten my spine and stare at him while he grows more frustrated with every passing second. He starts to pace in front of me, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.

“What are you hiding from us?” His voice is louder now, clearly frustrated that I ignored him the first time. When I don't answer again, he stops pacing and moves closer, towering above me. “You sure did run a long way into the woods to escape. Who the hell are you, and why are you here?”

Once again, I don't answer. I continue staring, trying to hold fast to the tough exterior I hope I'm wearing.

“Answer me, now!” Jackson shouts, clenching his fists tight at his side.

“You won't hurt me,” I finally say, looking up at him with a smirk on my lips.

He grins, raising an eyebrow as if to tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. “And why is that?”

“Because Gray told you not to.”

His grin widens and he stands up straight, looking down at me with something almost playful in his eyes. “And what makes you so sure I always listen to him?”

Before I can open my mouth, his hand grips my throat.

I can still breathe, which I'm immensely thankful for, but I immediately start trying to pry his fingers free. If he wanted to, he could strangle me right here, right now and deal with the aftermath on his own. Gray would be upset, but Jackson would survive, I’m sure.

But the fact that his fingers aren't tight enough to restrict my breathing, I know that this is only a threat. He's trying to scare me.

And that means I was right.

Jackson leans down and whispers in my ear, so close that his lips are almost touching my skin. “Maybe I don't have to hurt you to get you to talk, though.”

He backs away from me and I hold his gaze, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. But when he reaches his free hand between my legs to part them, it's clear. I try to struggle against him, to use the muscles in my thighs that I would imagine are stronger than his hands, but it's no use.

My heart thuds against my rib cage and a very familiar feeling buzzes in my stomach. Even though I'm afraid of him, worried that he might actually do something to try to hurt me, I'm excited. It's the same way I felt toward Dax in the kitchen. I can't explain why, but I'm attracted to Jackson.

Without saying anything, he removes his hand from my neck and drops to his knees in front of me. I hold my breath as I feel the heat of him between my legs. Jackson doesn't waste a moment pushing up the bottom of the shirt to reveal my pussy.

In the kitchen, Dax was frenzied and hurried with his movements. But he was taking his time in his own way. Jackson doesn't bother with that. He doesn't kiss me or take a moment to make sure I'm ready. He shoves his face between my legs and forces his tongue into my slit.

I toss my head back and a sound I've never made before escapes my throat. My legs widen on their own to give him complete access to my pussy as his tongue explores me.

I've never felt anything like this in my life, and I don't want it to stop.

“Oh my god, yes!” I moan as his tongue swirls around my clit just before he sucks it into his mouth gently. My entire body trembles against him and my vision starts to blur.

I don't entirely understand how this came to be, but I am far from complaining. In fact, I feel as though I should keep more secrets from Jackson.

My breath quickens and my moans become uncontrollable and hurried as my climax grows nearer and nearer. Just as I'm bracing myself for an earth-shattering orgasm, Jackson stops and pulls away from me.

My body jolts up and I gawk at him in desperation. “Please, I was so close.”

“Answer my questions first,” Jackson says, gazing at me with a winning grin.

He thinks he’s got me. That I’ll tell him the real reason I ran away so easily. He’s wrong.

I shake my head and lie back on the couch defeated.

But before I know it, his tongue is back between my legs lapping at the moisture growing with each passing second.

I gape down at him as he watches me with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

My orgasm builds once again and just before it can wash over me, he pulls his mouth away.

I'm about to reach my hands between my legs and finish myself, but he stops me.

“Why are you really here?” he demands.

I whimper as I try to hold back from answering. His mouth crashes into me once again and I shudder from the pleasure. This time, the orgasm is so close and I'm teetering just on the edge. The idea of not coming is torture.

He slows down and then stops, keeping his mouth so close to me a single breath against my clit might send me over the edge.

“Please,” I beg, trying to move my pussy closer to him.

“The truth,” he says, staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes.

“I wasn’t alone in the car when I ran!” I admit, frantic for relief.

“How many of you were there?”

“Me and three others. They were changing the tire when I ran, but I lost them in the woods.” I plead with my eyes for him to keep going.

He watches me for a moment then decides I'm being truthful, bringing his mouth back to my pussy. I arch my back and moan as he continues flicking his tongue over my clit. This time, as my orgasm builds, Jackson holds me steady and lets me come on his tongue.

My entire body trembles and shakes while I scream out, completely unable to control myself. Jackson doesn't slow down, he doesn't give me a moment of reprieve as he sucks and licks my clit. He goes on and on until my body stills and I'm no longer crying out from pleasure.

I'm practically seeing stars after Jackson pulls his mouth away from me. “Now, was that so hard?”

The front door bursts open and I turn to it, feeling tense all of the sudden, seeing Gray and Dax both standing there with sweat covering their shirtless torso.

Jackson is still kneeling on the ground in front of me with a smirk on his lips as he licks them.

It almost looks like he's showing off in some way.

Dax dashes forward and glares at Jackson, his face angry. Gray, on the other hand, almost looks amused. It's clear he's surprised about this turn of events. Then his eyes land on my pussy, on full display.

I'm humiliated. My entire body turns a shade of red that certainly can't be normal. I try to lower the shirt to cover myself and close my legs, but Jackson stops me. He moves his hands to my wrists and holds them in place, letting Dax and Gray get a good look at me.

Both of them drink in the sight and move toward me hunger in their eyes. I look down at Jackson and see one in his as well. My body tenses, but the undeniable feeling of excitement in my chest betrays any worry I might be feeling.