Page 49 of Right Number, Wrong Man

HAILEY

I shiver with heat. This is wrong, but it feels too right.

“Pretend all you want, but you’re Daddy’s little whore. Tell me, if I slip a finger in your panties… am I gonna find your pussy wet for me?” Jax drawls.

“I hate you!”

His hand slides under my panties, stroking through my soaked slit and I nearly purr. “If the man you hate makes you this wet, you’re crazy just like me.”

“Fuck you,” I snarl, trying to ignore the rising pressure in my core.

“Oh, I will fuck you. Don’t you worry about that.”

Jax tugs down the collar of my nightgown, exposing my breasts. The rough pads of his thumbs swirl over my nipples before he starts working them with his mouth. Every stroke, every lick and every tender bite is pure fire injected into my veins.

He knows every sweet spot and I can’t control myself. My pussy clenches, heady moans dripping from my lips like molasses .

Taking my body’s betrayal as an invitation, he twists his fingers into my sopping entrance and makes a forward motion. The heel of his palm grinds across my clit with every fast, hard thrust, making stars bloom behind the blindfold.

I don’t want to enjoy what he’s doing to me, but I do. That feeling from the hotel is back and I recognize it now. If he continues fucking me like this, I’ll squirt in public, right here where anybody could walk along and see me.

But I’m powerless to resist Jax, physically and mentally. If he wants me to come, I’ll come, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.

The barrel of the revolver presses against my temple again.

He isn’t actually going to pull the trigger if I come, will he?

Jax’s teeth gently clamp down on my nipple and a turbulent orgasm arcs through me. I bite my tongue to hold back a cry, but there’s no denying how my pussy convulses around his fingers as I squirt, drenching his fingers.

Jax clicks his tongue and I hear the rustle of his mask. “Damn, you soaked my hand. My filthy girl loves gettin’ fingered with a gun to her head, but are you prepared to die for your orgasm?”

“Please don’t…” I swallow my fear, barely getting any words out. “Please don’t shoot me! I won’t come again, I promise!”

“I love it when you beg, but you knew the rules and you chose to break ‘em. Now you gotta bear the consequences. One orgasm, one pull of the trigger.”

“No, please! I?—”

The gun clicks.

I’m alive.

“Thank God…” I sob.

That’s one out of six. One of the next five pulls of the trigger will send a bullet through my brain. When Jax cocks the gun again, my mind goes haywire.

“What are you doing? I only had one orgasm!”

“As punishment for holding back your moans, I’m gonna pull the trigger a second time.”

“Wait, no!”

Click .

I yelp, shaking with adrenaline.

Fuck, I’m still breathing.

The pressure of the revolver’s barrel disappears from my temple and relief surges through me, turning my bones into rubber. Tears spill from my eyes, wetting the shawl.

“You’re such an asshole! Why are you doing this to me?” I ask.

“Cause you broke up with me and blocked me. Cause you took what’s rightfully mine.

You’ve belonged to me since the first time I pumped your breedable little cunt full of my cum.

” His thumb swipes under the blindfold, wiping away my tears.

“Aw, don’t you cry. You ain’t gonna hold back your moans no more, are you? ”

“I w-won’t…” I choke out.

Sharp pain surges through my cheek as my head gets knocked to the side. My clit throbs and I hate myself for being into this.

“Didn’t you forget a lil somethin’?” Jax growls.

“I won’t hold back my moans, Sir !” I say quickly.

“That’s my perfect slut,” he praises and goosebumps rush along my arms.

“So, we’re done and you’ll let me go?” I ask, hope kindling in my chest.

The coldness of metal carefully slides along my hips and my panties fall. He must have brought his knife, too .

“Hell nah. Time for round two. Are you willing to risk your life to come on Daddy’s tongue?”

Gravel crunches and I flinch as a strong, hot hand lifts my thigh. Forced to lean back against the fence, he rests my leg on something hard and warm. His breath hits my swollen pussy and my stomach flips as my mind draws up an image of the scene.

Jax is unmasked, kneeling before me with my leg hooked over his shoulder.

His short beard tickles my skin as his tongue laps along my slit and a hot rush flares through me. I’m already overstimulated from my first, fear-tainted orgasm, but he eats me out like a man devouring his last meal, his fingers pounding my cunt, his tongue striking my clit like thunder.

I whimper. It’s a pathetic noise. Helpless and weak.

I don’t want to die, but my pussy doesn’t care about mundane things like sanity or staying alive.

Desperately, I try to think of the most unsexy things I can come up with.

Cabbage. Kittens. Dust bunnies. A stretch of dirt road. Jax’s tongue on my—damn!

It’s no use.

When he nips at my clit, a bolt of lust splits my core. My legs shake as he licks me through an earthquake of an orgasm, sucking and thrusting until I’m spent.

But he doesn’t forget about my punishment, either.

His touch fades and the sudden withdrawal leaves me achingly empty. The terrifyingly familiar clack of the revolver’s hammer fills the silence.

“Hope you like your odds,” he muses. “You were lucky twice already. Think you’ll be lucky again?”

I grit my teeth. “Go on, coward! Stop talking and shoot me!”

Jax chuckles. “As you wish. Three. Two. One. ”

Click .

I cry out and he rumbles a satisfied laugh. He loves terrorizing me.

“You’re the luckiest bitch I’ve ever met. I should take you to Vegas as my lucky charm sometime.”

“Wait until I’m out of these cuffs and I’ll show you lucky!”

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do to me? Tell me all about it.”

I hear a zipper before his body forces me against the fence. Jax’s heat seeps into me as he hikes up my leg and the wide head of his cock pushes against my cunt. Inch by torturous inch, he stretches me, his piercings rolling along my inner walls.

“I’ll never get tired of the way your pussy squeezes my dick,” he groans, the forward tilt of his hips burying him deeper inside me.

“I swear I’ll really kill you this time!” I moan.

He gives a breathy laugh. “If you live through your next orgasm, you’re welcome to try.”

Jax takes up a hard pace, my breasts bouncing with his movements. He hits my cervix and the short burst of pain sweetens the pleasure.

“You’re such a tight little thing, Sugar,” he bites out over the wet slapping of flesh. “I want to fuck you until your legs give out and my seed drips out of all your holes. I should keep you as my breedin’ whore, chained up in my basement to use whenever I want.”

Lava pools in my core. I’m weak. Jax makes me 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 from my 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 you this one 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 in your head as a consequence?” I threaten.

Jax slowly raises his hands, palms forward. “In my defense, it got you off, too.”

“Just because you’re some sort of sex god doesn’t mean I’m yours to take whenever you want!”

“So you think I’m fantastic in bed,” he quips, and I can hear the grin in his growly, modified voice .

I gasp, not gracing his stupid joke with a response. “Wasn’t blocking your number clear enough? I want nothing to do with you anymore!”

“Lower the gun. You don’t wanna do this.”

“And why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you! You have three fucking seconds!”

“Three seconds ain’t enough to tell you what you mean to me. Hell, not even three hours will do. Try three lifetimes and maybe we’ll make a decent start.”

My brows rise. “You stalked me and put a gun to my head because you care about me?”

“I’ve always cared.”

“Is this you asking me to be your girlfriend or what?”

He huffs like I insulted him. “Bullshit. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife.”

A hysterical laugh escapes me. “What the hell is wrong with you? I haven’t seen your face and you’re planning a wedding! How about a letter or a bouquet of flowers with a card first off? How about being a normal fucking person for once instead of a crazy, masked stalker?”

“Would you have talked to me if I sent a letter or flowers like a normal man?”

Heat fans across my face. “I-I mean I’m not sure if?—”

“But see, you don’t want normal. You want a guy who’s so hopelessly obsessed with you he’d burn down the world to have you. You left me no choice.”

I shake my head. “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever get back together with you after this?—”

Jax lunges for me and I startle. My finger on the trigger twitches. Hard. A bang blasts my eardrums, and for a moment, all I hear is a ringing.

Then Jax’s groan.

“Damn it, woman!” he curses, holding his side .

A wet stain appears on his tank top and my heart flips. Oh, no. The stain is getting bigger.

“I shot you!” I squeal, dropping the gun.

“Thank you kindly, I fuckin’ noticed! What the hell did you do that for? I’m bleedin’ like a stuck pig!”

“The b-basic gun safety rules… I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!” I rush to press my hand on his side. Blood warms my fingers, turning them sticky and red. “I just wanted to wave the revolver around and scare you into leaving me alone.”

Jax gives a strained laugh. “Then you shoulda aimed for my head cause the only way I’m lettin’ you go is if you put me in the ground. Thank fuck you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn from the inside, though.”

“You’re bleeding out and your priority is to tease me?”

“I’d get shot a hundred times if it means you’ll touch me even once.”

I yank my hand away like he’s contagious and take a step back. “Shut up! We need to call an ambulance.”

“I’m fine,” he groans and leans against the fence.

“You’re not fine . And take off the mask! You’re literally dying!”

I reach for the mask, grabbing the fabric hood, but Jax’s hand shoots up, snapping around my wrist.

“Leave. It. On,” he snarls.

“Who fucking cares about my mask kink or your insecurities right now?”

I tug on the cloth and Jax pulls on my arm.

“Let go!” he orders.

“No, you let go!” I hiss.

We struggle, slinging curses at each other. Suddenly we’re on the dusty ground, engaged in a full-blown, bloody wrestling match. Our limbs tangle and Jax weakly pulls my hair, but it doesn’t hurt. He must be in more pain than he lets on because I end up on top, sitting on his hips.

“I win, you lose!” I singsong, ripping the mask off.

And just like that, my world shatters.