36. Devon

Chapter thirty-six

Devon

L eaving the guards to clean up, I keep my grip firm on Jaxcen’s hand as I lead her back to town. My mind is fucking racing. So many different outcomes could have taken place tonight, and in none did we consider a possibility, when we went over our plans meticulously, that Jaxcen would be turned into a human explosive. In none did we consider Mr V would be knowledgeable enough to dress as a Santa, blending in with my fucking men.

The possibility that my little mouse could be dead right now makes me want to fucking hurl.

“Dev?” Jaxcen’s sweet voice drags my gaze to hers as we walk up the path of Main Street, twinkling Christmas lights illuminating the way. “What’s wrong?”

I take in her big blue eyes, and the concern emanating from them. I take in her cheeks, still flushed on the apples, making her appear even younger and innocent than I know she is. Her skin has a luminescent glow to it, so smooth and creamy, and there’s just so much perfection to her that I fear, if I touch her, she’ll shatter into a million pieces and I’ll never see her again.

I’ve never thought like this before.

I’ve never felt like this before.

And fuck, I don’t know how or what to do with it.

Because I can’t keep her. Look at the danger I’ve brought into her life since we crossed paths .

No. I can never keep something so precious no matter how much I want it.

“Dev?” she asks again, her brow puckering, and I blink a few times, realising that we’ve stopped walking, and I’m just staring at her. “Please tell me what’s going on inside your head,” she whispers.

There’s a plea in her tone. It’s laced with pain.

How can I tell her what I’m feeling when I simply can’t keep her?

I decide to go with the half truth, because I need her to know how important she is.

“He got too close to taking you,” I rasp, my voice cracking slightly. And what I don’t say is, he got too close from taking you from me .

“But he didn’t.” She reaches up, her dainty hand cupping the side of my face. “I’m still here. You saved me.”

“Warrick saved you. Not me,” I say bluntly, still annoyed that I had to call my little brother for help. Now I have to deal with that bullshit, which Marilda will likely have my balls for.

Her hand leaves my face to slap my shoulder. “Stop it. You had his help, yes, but it was you who found me. It was you who kept me calm. It was you who knew the right person to call. And it was you that disabled and removed the bomb from me.”

“And it was me that put you in that position in the first place,” I snap, too fucking pissed at myself as I start walking up the path again, noticing the locals and visitors flowing out from the chapel, now that it’s safe.

Fuck. The press will have a field day with this.

“Are you done?” Jaxcen snaps from behind me, and I still at the sass in her tone, slowly turning to face her. “Don’t arch your eyebrow at me.”

Fuck.

I fight the urge to grin, my gaze raking over the way her arms are crossed over her chest with one hip popped, as she stares at me, deadpanned .

“Am I done with what?” I ask, my voice low and menacing, because whatever is happening here has awakened something inside me, and I get the feeling that was her fucking intention.

“Are you done having a pity party?”

My brows shoot high before they dip, my nostrils flaring at her words.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me. I’m the one who nearly died, Devon. I should be the one whining about it, but do you see me doing that? No.” She twirls her hand in the air between us, gesturing to me. “Yet here you are…”

A low rumble emanates from my chest, which kicks up the corners of her lips in a teasing smirk, like she’s fucking happy to be pissing me off right now.

“You might want to check yourself, love,” I snap, about ready to wrap my hands around her throat and give it a good fucking squeeze.

“You might want to check yourself, love .” She repeats my words back to me, her tone almost a mock, but more challenging than anything.

My fucking cock is hard, and given the way her eyes briefly drop to my crotch, she fucking knows it.

Still, she stands before me, no fear, just a challenge written across her expression, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

“Maybe I should fuck you right here. In the street. Maybe then you’ll fucking remember who you’re talking to.”

She rolls her eyes. “Maybe you should. And maybe I’ll like it. And maybe then, you’ll remember that you’re the one who brought this version of Jaxcen out in me.”

I snicker at that. “It’s always been there, Jaxcen. You just needed a nudge.”

“Which version do you like better? The demure version of me, still so innocent and inexperienced that you met in the church on a stormy night? Or this one?” She gestures down the length of her torso, my gaze following over the red dress she donned at my request. “Do you like this version of Jaxcen Summers that pushes your buttons? Calls you out on your bullshit? That celebrates her sins to the devil?”

In three strides I’m on her, my hand fists her hair as I force her head back and claim her lips. Her tongue lashes at mine instantly, like she’s desperate to taste me, and then she sucks it deep into her mouth like it’s my fucking cock as she grinds her mound against my leg.

Fuck, I want her right here, right fucking now.

“Uh, excuse me.” A throat clearing behind me makes us both stiffen, and reluctantly, I release Jaxcen’s hair and turn to see Ronnie. “The ah… explosive has been removed and is currently being relocated to Timber Valley where Griffin will arrange for its dismantlement.”

I nod, knowing these orders would have come from my direct team. Finn, Miles, Dom and Lenny. That’s why I have them. They are good at what they do, and at times like this, don’t need me to spell everything out to them. They know our top priority is the town’s safety, something I’ve failed at here tonight.

I used my town as bait, knowing the text we sent from Melissa’s phone would lure Vincent here.

I used Melissa as bait, something she was happy to do to help get rid of another psychopath. And all because I wanted this over sooner rather than later, because my need to send Jaxcen back to her life is consuming me.

I can’t keep her, but the longer she’s here, the harder it is for me to accept that.

“Thanks, Ronnie. I’m going to retire to my suite. Call an 8am meeting to debrief and get a media strategy in place.”

Ronnie nods. “Will do.” He leans to the side to see around me to where Jaxcen is still standing. “Good night, Miss Summers. I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Thank you, Ronnie,” she says sweetly, but there’s no shyness in her tone.

Four fucking days she’s been here. Four fucking days that feels like four fucking weeks .

She’s not only affected me, but she’s made an impact in some small way on my men. On the women. On the town.

Slowly, as Ronnie retreats, I turn back to face my sassy little mouse.

“Up to my room. Now,” I demand, and fuck, the way her cheeks flare to life has my cock jerking in my fucking pants.

I can tell by the way she bows her head slightly, that this is exactly what she wants. Me, demanding, dominating and confident, and not fucking spiralling out of control.

I will address those feelings tomorrow. Or maybe the fucking day after, but right now, I have better things to do with my night, which involve Jaxcen, naked and screaming.

“Move it,” I order, and she does, just like that.

Obedient. Submissive.

My little mouse.

I watch her arse as I follow her up the stairs to my suite. When we reach my door, I lean over her, pressing my hard cock into the valley of her arse as I key in the code, hearing the lock click open a second later.

The moment I push the door open, she hurries inside, through the living space and into my bedroom.

Easing the door shut, I take my time, hearing the rustle of clothing and just knowing she’s getting ready for me.

The moment she comes into view as I stalk through the door, I slow my steps, my gaze travelling over her creamy flesh, bare except for the red lacy g-string, and the matching bra with the dusty pink shade of her nipples teasing me through the lace.

“Fuck, little mouse. You look good enough to eat.”

She grins as her blue gaze catches mine through the dark fan of her lashes.

She’s still keeping her head angled low, showing me that she can be a good girl when she wants to be.

The funny thing is, she’s the one with real power here.

In fact, I think it’s been that way all of this time.

Look how easily she riled me up. She knew exactly what she was doing .

She wanted this version of me.

She wants the devil.

And fuck, the devil wants her. He wants fucking everything from her.

Stepping up to her as she stands at the foot of my bed, I tug the stupid fucking Santa hat free from where I tucked it in the back of my pants, and when I go to toss it, Jaxcen’s dainty hand quickly snatches it off me.

“No.”

“What are you doing?” I ask as she reaches up and positions the hat on my head.

“What does it look like?” she asks, a smile teasing her lips.

“It looks like you’re putting more clothes on me when you should be taking them off. Don’t you want to sin for the devil?”

Leaning back as she lowers her hands from positioning the stupid Santa hat, she admires her dressing skills and shakes her head.

“No, I don’t want to sin for the devil tonight.” He blue gaze locks with mine then, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips before she continues. “Tonight, I want to sin for Santa.”

I know it shouldn’t be, but fuck, the whole sinning for Santa thing sounds fucking hot.

It reminds me of my cousin Griffin, and the borderline stalkerish game he played with Aggie. He called the game, Subbing for Santa, and fuck he made her do some pretty depraved things, but it’s the game that sealed their fate. Their happiness.

They haven’t been apart since.

I want that.

No. No. No.

I fucking can’t have that.

I need to punch myself in my own fucking face and knock some sense into me, yet here I fucking am, leaving on the hat, ready to be her Santa.

“You want to sin for a man in a red suit?” I ask, and she nods.

“Not just any man.” She starts undoing the buttons down the front of the red top. “Just you. Naked. Wearing that hat.”

Her grin is playful as she parts the red shirt, exposing my chest and abs.

“Does the idea of it make you wet, little mouse?”

“Anything involving you makes me wet,” she admits easily, and something about that makes me feel fucking primal.

Like I want to stand out on the balcony and beat my chest for all of the land to hear my claim on this woman.

“Really?” I smirk, before manhandling her to the end of my bed and dropping to my knees. “Let’s have a look then.”

I grin up at her, those blue eyes wide with surprise, like she is only just catching up with what’s happening.

Reaching forward, I press my fingers to the apex between her thighs, the lacy fabric already damp as I glide my digits over her centre.

“You’re right. You’re already soaked.”

She whimpers and nods, her hands bracing the bed behind her as she licks her lips and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.

“How long have you been like this?”

“There’s no end to it when you’re around.”

“Fuck,” I growl, not realising how much I needed her to say that, so I push my head between her legs, gliding my tongue over the damp fabric as she widens her stance.

I tease her with my fingers, pressing into her tight hole, letting the fabric sink in only as far as it will allow, edging her, revelling in her mewling cries as she starts to grind on my face.

Her clit is swollen, easy to find under the fabric, so I tease it too, keeping that barrier there, letting her pleasure build so intensely that it makes her frustrated when she can’t take it further.

“Atta girl, Jax,” I rasp against her mound. “Fuck my face.”

My words send her spiralling, but she still can’t get there, something I’m well aware of, and when she least expects it, I quickly tug the fabric aside and latch onto her bare clit.

Her scream is loud as she chases her climax, and the moment I sink three thick fingers inside her, she clamps down around them in an explosion of pulses and spray and cries that I never ever want to forget.

When she slumps back on the bed, I ease my fingers free, standing and pressing them to her lips.

“Open.”

She does, her lids darting wide too as she sucks her juice off my digits.

“Look what you did to me, little mouse,” I say, watching her gaze shift from mine to my chin and chest as I pop my fingers free of her plump luscious lips.

“Oh… uh… I’ll get a towel.”

“Nope.” I chuckle as she tries to push off the end of my bed, holding her in place. “You’ll just have to endure it.”

Again, she bites her lip, her eyes locked on my lips before she lurches forward and kisses me.

It’s hungry, like she’s starved for the taste of herself on me, her tongue not just exploring my mouth, but around it too, sampling her cum.

My hands travel over her near naked flesh, and breaking the kiss, I make quick work of her bra, cupping one tit while sucking the other into the heat of my mouth, feeling her arch back like she wants me to completely devour it. Devour her.

I have her panties off next, my kisses travelling all the way down to her feet before I glance up at her, completely naked and bare to me.

“You’re the best present I’ve ever unwrapped.”

Her cheeks flush, just like they do so often, and she tugs me up, spinning us so my back is to the bed, before she shoves me backwards.

“What the…?” I laugh at the sudden role change, only to find her climbing onto my lap, straddling me.

“You’re the hottest Santa I’ve ever sat on.” She grins from ear to ear, her words making me chuckle.

“Is that so? Do you normally sit on Santa’s lap completely naked? ”

She shakes her head, her breath catching as I press my hard shaft against her centre.

“No.” She breathes before rolling her hips over my fabric covered cock.

Fuck, I should have ditched the pants, but the way she’s starting to ride me has my cock weeping, the friction and sight of her starting to dry hump me a real fucking turn on.

“Do you normally dry hump Santa?”

She shakes her head, rolling her hips again as she watches me from above.

“You’re being really bad right now. Sinful. Are you sure you want to be on Santa’s naughty list?”

“Yes.” She pants, my words spurring her on and she grinds her pussy up and down my shaft.

When her eyes drop to where she’s mounted, mine follow to see the outline of my cock under the red fabric, a patch of wetness at the tip from my precum, and a slick trail left behind from her folds as she uses me for her pleasure.

“Fuck, Jax. If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum in my pants,” I admit, and her eyes flare like she enjoys the sound of it, so I add. “I’d rather cum inside you.”

A whimper escapes her as her hands hurry to my waistband, fumbling with the cord like she’ll possibly die if she doesn’t free my cock right this second.

I’m right there with her, so I help, and a moment later, my shaft springs free, slapping heavily to my abs.

“I want it,” she mutters, almost like she’s talking to herself, but I don’t stop her as she lifts herself, my cock in her hand, and positions my tip at her entrance.

And then she lowers down, impaling herself.

“Fuuuck.” I groan, loving this bit. When I sink in for the first time, feeling the heat envelop me. Feeling her walls squeeze me.

There’s nothing fucking like it.

“Dev,” she cries. “This… I…”

“Don’t try to talk, love. Just fuck me. Take what you need. ”

Another whimper leaves her plump lips as she rises up and lowers again, teasing us both, over and over before she starts to lose control.

My fingers dig into her hips as she rides me, and I take in the beauty of her in this state.

So free.

So exotic.

Her blonde hair is like a golden halo as she rises and falls, her hands gliding up her body until they find the heavy swell of her tits, cupping them before she pinches her nipples.

A rush of wetness follows, as she does it again, and again, her thrusts coming faster each time.

I’m going to come too fucking soon. I just know it. But I can’t. I need this to last.

Fuck! Think of something gross.

I fucking try, but nothing comes to mind, because she’s all I can see, feel, hear, smell, taste.

She’s fucking everything.

“I’m going to come,” I rush out as I feel my nuts tighten, and it spurs her on, one hand moving to her mound, her fingers working over her clit.

I can’t… oh fuck, I can’t hold it.

A strangled roar bellows from me as my entire body ripples with ecstasy, Jaxcen fucking me with abandon now, her mouth wide, her cries filling the air, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fucks my cock, mashes her clit, and pinches her nipple.

As she climaxes again, her walls pulse around my cock, milking me and extending my orgasm so much so that I don’t think it will ever end.

And fuck. I don’t want it to.

It does though, basically the moment her climax recedes, her clamping walls ease up, giving my cock a reprieve until we are both a boneless tangled heap on my bed.

Fuck. I want to keep her. I want so much to keep her. To never let her leave this place so I can keep her safe and spend the rest of my days lost in her.

And for a moment, I allow myself to believe that I can do that. For tonight, on Christmas Eve, I’ll pretend that she’s mine, for now and always.

We remain tangled together for what seems like hours.

My cock shrivels up and goes into hibernation, and even though she’s a mess, we’re both a mess, we don’t move from the sheets.

Does she feel it too?

The end?

I know I shouldn’t think like this, yet I can’t help but once again hope that my baby is already growing inside her.

I didn’t pay all that much attention in sex ed class when I was a horny teenage boy to know exactly how impregnating a female works, other than cock in cunt, but fuck I’d be surprised if she’s not carrying a Marx heir.

Fuck. A Marx heir.

Why the fuck do I like the sound of that so much?

“Dev,” Jaxcen murmurs, sleeping in my arms.

“Yes, love.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” she whispers into my neck.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want tonight to end.”

Her admission makes it feel like a fist is tearing through the wall of my chest and gripping my heart in a fucking vice.

“There’s always tomorrow, little mouse,” I tell her quietly as she hums in agreement, and the next second, I feel her breathing even out as she gives in to sleep.

I feel like shit.

What I didn’t tell her is that tomorrow is all we have. I can’t bear to say the words out loud, because then, it would make them true.