Page 52 of Burn of Obsidian
“Ex?”
Thea looked up at him, lashes lowered to hide her expression. “I take it back, go back to being silent.”
“Why is he your ex?” he asked, closing the distance until they were hip to hip on the bench. She’d chosen a table tucked in the corner, the surrounding people immersed in their own conversations. No one paid them any attention, other than her ex.
Thea’s hands trembled slightly, and it was the first time he’d seen her look so vulnerable.
“He told me I was emotionally unavailable, that I was too busy with my dad to give him the attention he deserved. Which, looking back, is pretty funny considering he was so busy sticking his dick in other girls.”
Jax stilled, taking his time to answer. “Want me to kill him?”
“No.” Her lips quirked back into their usual smile. “He’s not worth jail time.”
“Who said I’d be caught?”
Thea laughed. “I don’t want to give him any more of my time. It’s wasted energy hating someone.”
“How can you be so positive all the time?”
“How can you not be?” she countered, her smile soft when she looked up at him.
Jax turned back to the bar, finding Leighton still standing there, watching with his jaw clenched. His eyes burned when they met Jax’s, the jealousy evident despite the woman dancing and laughing against him.
“I won’t allow him to ruin my life,” Thea continued, oblivious. “He can stick his dick in anyone he wants for all I care.”
“Hmm.” Jax didn’t drop the eye contact from Leighton, pulling Thea gently until she sat on his lap with her facing forward. The table jerked slightly, one of the empty glasses toppling as they fit snugly behind it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Thea stiffened, but didn’t scramble away as his hand reached up to collar the front of her throat.
“I don’t think he’s over you,” Jax said, his hand tightening hard enough for her to gasp.
Thea’s body softened as he turned her head gently, forcing her to look. Even across the room, Leighton continued to watch, his features darkening with irritation.
“I don’t care about him,” she said, her voice husky.
“Hmm. What would you do if I spread your pretty thighs and devoured you until you came against my tongue?” Jax nuzzled his nose along her cheek, sinking into her scent. “Would you stop me?”
Thea’s breathing hitched, and with his free hand, he reached down to tug at the hem of her dress.
“What if I slipped your thong to the side, right here, in front of him, and impaled you on my cock?”
“Jax,” she whispered, her hand settling over his.
“Is he watching?” he asked, and she nodded. Just a single dip of her head. “Good.”
Moving slowly, Jax tugged up more of her dress, her nails digging into his skin – encouraging, rather than hindering. Jax paused, his thumb moving in lazy circles as he waited for her to relax.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said, her skin soft as she gently followed his command. “Good girl.”
Thea swallowed, the motion rolling against his palm.
Inch by inch her thighs were revealed, her body trembling as the anticipation grew.
It seemed for once she was speechless, allowing him to take control.
“So beautiful,” he rasped, brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Imagine me bending you over this table, the entire club watching how well you can take me.”
Thea groaned beneath his palm, her nails digging harder into his hand as if urging him further. Jax smirked, enjoying the biting pain, as she impatiently wiggled against his growing erection.