The Forgotten Page 5

  I pull myself away slightly and look up into his eyes. He looks down and I see them flare as he takes in my expression. He's beautiful. He really is, in a deadly, I will tear you into pieces if you annoy me sort of way. Even if he grunts more than speaks and disrespects my coffee gods.

  He reaches up and cups my face, his hand so big that it covers nearly half of it, but he is gentle. So, opposed to when we fight, in this moment he treats me like I am precious. There are no lewd words and bumbling or wandering hands. He just watches me, waiting for whatever I will do, and I realise that for all his strength and anger there is something underneath there too, something I recognize in myself nearly every day. The need to be held, like a lost kid looking for someone in this world.

  It's that thought, and the need to see if his lips are as soft as they look, that has me leaning up on my tiptoes and balancing on his chest. I can't reach him, he is that tall, so I have to wait to see if he will bend down, and I hold my breath the entire time.

  Slowly, as if afraid to spook me, he leans down, bending his head until our lips touch, but he doesn't move after that and I smile against them. For someone whose nickname is Beast, he sure is gentle. He obviously feels it and starts to move back, but I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and moving my lips against his. He's hesitant at first, each touch soft and unsure, but when I bite his lower lip he groans, and his hands move down to my arse and yanks me to him. He takes control then. Holding me against his body as he demands entrance at my lips. When I open for him, he sweeps in and tangles his tongue with mine, hard, so hard and heavy, just like I imagined.

  I can't help the moan that slips out. I want to climb him, so I can get closer and nothing else is between us. He obviously has the same thought, because with no effort he lifts me from the floor and I quickly wrap my legs around his waist, pushing my center right over his rock hard bulge in his sweats.

  I moan again and the sound seems to drive him wild. He rubs against me as he devours my mouth, his kiss unlike any other I have ever had. Tunnelling my hands in his hair I pull away to breathe, and he tilts my head to the side and starts kissing down my neck, groaning as he does. It's the sexiest sound I have ever heard and drives me wild, making me buck against him as he sucks and licks along my neck.

  The sound of the door moving has us breaking away. He drops me to my feet and I turn with a lust-filled head. When I spot no one there, I blow out a breath. What was I thinking? Anyone could have walked in and caught us, and then it wouldn't have exactly helped my case. Oh, that's right, I was thinking about what it would feel like to have all that power aimed at me.

  "We should get you back," he says from behind me, his voice rough and full of desire. It makes me squirm and rub my thighs together to try and fight how bloody wet I am...and just from a kiss!

  I nod without looking at him as disappointment curls in my chest. I start to walk away and I hear his footsteps behind me, just as I am reaching out for the door handle a hand lands on it, stopping me from opening it.

  "Fuck it," I hear him whisper before I am spun around and slammed back into the door, his lips on mine.

  I groan into his mouth as he devours me. As fast as the kiss started it ends, and by the time I blink open my eyes, he’s gone. Slipping out of the gym door, he left me there with wet panties and swollen lips. Jago might be deadly to everyone else, but he is also deadly to my heart…and vagina. Definitely vagina.

  I sleep like shit that night. I keep expecting Evan to slip in and cuddle me, but when he doesn't, all the nightmares creep back. I am already up way before my alarm and decide to head to the gym—fuck, I never thought I would say that—to burn off steam.

  I go through my warm-ups and decide to jog around the gym until Jago turns up. When he spots me, he raises his eyebrow but I keep jogging, lost in the moment. The rhythmic sound of my shoes slapping the cold floor is calming, letting me work through my thoughts. I don’t even hear him until I look over and spot him jogging next to me. He is quiet and his face is clear for once. I hide my smile by turning back to the front, enjoying his silent support and the feeling of him next to me. Thirty minutes later, I slow to a stop and grab a drink, not wanting to wear myself out before training. I hear Jago doing the same behind me, but I take the moment to control myself, seeing him all sweaty and half naked isn’t good for my sanity, or panties. Getting myself under control I turn around with my bottle raised to my mouth, only to find Jago’s eyes locked where my ass was. Arching my eyebrow, I grin when his eyes snap up. He busies himself by taking a drink, but doesn’t apologize for checking me out.

  “Like what you see, captaino?” I tease, screwing my lid on my drink and waiting.

  He swallows his water and I watch as his throat works. Fuck, why is that so hot? He lowers the bottle slowly and runs his eyes over me again. I heat up as they trace across my skin and shiver from the intensity. Fucking hell, my panties are officially done, wetter than a dog in heat.

  “I like it better when it’s pushed up against my cock,” he admits, not the least bit ashamed. My mouth goes dry and my heart starts to race, but I can't stop the smirk crawling across my face.

  “Was that your cock? Huh, I thought your nickname was Beast,” I quip.

  His eyes slowly reach my face and I gulp. His eyes locked on mine, he starts to prowl towards me. Grinning, I back up, turning so my back is to the room. He follows me, stalking me across the mats until I trip over the edge with a yelp. I end up on my ass and he lands over me on all fours, an inch of air between our bodies. Deliberately, he drops his hips into mine, letting me feel his cock hardening in his pants. “You were saying?”

  “I don’t know, I might need more evidence,” I say through my smile, but my voice is breathless. When we are training, I can ignore the insane attraction between us, but like this, his eyes sparkling and teasing, his hard uncompromising body pushing up against mine, I am gone. He’s hot when he is in leader mode, his eyes hard and unforgiving and his body a weapon, but pushed between my spread thighs with his head lowered to mine, passion flaring and his lips curling into that private smile...

  "What, you worried Beast?" I taunt, and his lips lower until they brush mine.

  "You talk too much," he growls before kissing me gently, the butterfly touch so at odds with his dangerous tone and body. All that power and he treats me like I am glass. It’s cute but I need more. I can take more, I don't want him treating me with kid gloves.

  Deciding to take action, I hike my legs up and wrap them around his hips, my heels resting on his ass. Using that leverage I pull him to me and reach up, twining my fingers into his hair, yanking his head to me.

  He groans into my mouth and I sweep my tongue inside, tangling with his as we fight for dominance. It's not hard and hot like our kiss yesterday, this is a battle. It's like our training, each seeking the other’s weakness and fighting back hard, not giving in.

  He thrusts against me, his hips smacking into mine, making me groan into his mouth. I let my hands wander across every inch of exposed skin, trailing them down his back which makes him shiver against me, knowing I effect this big, scary warrior has me losing control. Gripping his shoulders, I let him feel my nails and he grunts again.

  Pulling away to breathe, he nudges my face to the side, exposing my neck. Facing the door to the gym, I close my eyes in bliss and arch into his hard body as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along my neck, before sweeping back up and trailing stinging bites down it. Panting, I moan with each one, loving the sting of pain that turns into pleasure as he kisses it better.

  "Jago," I moan, rubbing my hard nipples, hidden under my shirt, against his chest, needing to be skin on skin. He must feel the same because he breaks away and rips my shirt over my head before diving back in, his head lowering as his kisses cover my shoulder. Looking down at him hovering over my body, I groan. Shit, he looks like a wet dream. All chiselled muscle and perfect, his back rippling as he moves, worshipping my body.

  Grip
ping his hair again I tilt his face up to mine to see his features contorted in pleasure and need, my chest heaving with my pants, and I can't help but drink in the sight of him. He arches his eyebrow at me and I grin, before pulling his head to where I need him, not the least bit shy in controlling him. When he relents, the feeling of having this man, this beast, under my control has my pussy clenching and arching into him.

  He gets my hint and nudges up my sports bra, and I can't look away as his eyes connect with mine the same time his lips wrap around my pert nipple. Biting my lip, I try to hold in my moan. He must see the challenge in my eyes as he drags his mouth away. "I wonder if I can make you scream, put that mouth of yours to good use," he rumbles against my chest, making my eyes widen before narrowing on him.

  "You wish, don't give yourself too much credit, Beast," I taunt and he grins, taking my breath away. I've seen all those little smiles and his lips quirking, but this cocky, sure as shit smile has me wanting to jump him. It lights up his whole face and tightens my body, making naughty thoughts run through my head.

  "You know what they say about beasts right?" he murmurs, nipping my nipple and making me grit my teeth, determined to stay quiet. "They make you scream." With that, he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks as he ravishes me.

  My usual in control, serious warrior is fracturing to show the animal underneath, and he is all passion and sex, so in contrast to how I imagined him. It's a new side of him, the teasing, the playfulness, and I find both of them sexy as fuck. The warrior who commands me, and the beast who drags me to the edge of pain and pleasure.

  He rips off my sports bra and it joins my shirt on the floor behind us, and he takes turns switching from nipples, his fingers wrapping around the one not in his hot, wet mouth. Tweaking and plucking until I am writhing underneath him, but I need more. I don't even have to ask, it's like he can sense it. His hand wanders away from my breast and explores me, dipping into my curves and spanning my waist. Looking down at the size of his hand, the tanned skin against my pale flesh has me groaning, the noise slipping out before I can help it. I feel him smile against my breast as his fingers edge under the waistband of my stretchy pants, stroking the skin of my pelvis. Driving me wild. Fuck, I just know I am going to lose this bet. Men don't always like a dominant female in bed but I know Jago will, it's in his eyes whenever I answer back, or when I meet him head on. He's not used to someone standing up to him, his face dark and his eyes filled with horrors. He has been alone his whole life, but I will remind him what it feels like to lean on someone else, because two can play this game.

  Tightening my legs around his waist, I flip him like he taught me and grin down at him as he stares up at me from the mat, looking shocked, but his expression soon ignites into a fire as I grind down onto him. His hands raise to my hips, and with a quick snap I grab both, banging them on the mat above his head.

  His eyebrow arches but I feel his cock jerk against me. He might not admit it, but he wants someone to come in and break down those walls, push him to his limit, challenge him in all ways. I know because I feel the same way.

  As I lean down, his eyes start to shut, obviously expecting me to kiss him, but instead I dart to the side and kiss down his neck like he did to me. He freezes against me and I nip gently, when he doesn't react apart from his heart rate increasing and his hands threading through mine, I bite harder. He roars and his hips jerk up to mine as I dig my teeth in, his hands raise and I know he isn't really trying, because he could lift mine if he wanted.

  Letting go, I lick the bite mark gently and looking at the teeth marks in his neck and I grin, it's going to leave a bruise. He is going to have to walk around with my mark on his neck all week, the thought should not please me so much, but it does.

  He groans against me, his breath fanning my cheek, and I pull farther back to see his pupils are blown and he looks slightly dazed. I don't wait for him to come back around, because I know he will get payback for that. Licking down his neck, I blow over the wet skin and he shivers against me. Kissing and licking across his chest I look up at him as I reach his nipple. I grin and his eyes narrow down at me, and keeping my gaze still locked with his, I wrap my lips around his nipple and suck. Mirroring his movements.

  He groans and thrusts up, jostling me on his lap. Groaning, I grind down onto him, needing more. My panties are soaked and I can't be bothered with restraint anymore. I know we are in the gym, I know anyone could walk in, but the thought sends a bolt of lust straight down to my throbbing pussy. Pulling away slightly I flick my tongue over his nipple as my hand skates down his rock hard stomach, teasing his muscles before I slip it into the waistband of his shorts.

  I freeze and he grins, holy fucking dick and balls he really is a beast. Wrapping my lips back around his nipple, I wrap my hand around his length at the same time and squeeze. He moans, thrusting up into my hand. I glide my hand up and down, feeling him. Fuck, he's big, bigger than anyone else I have been with. He's wide, but not too wide. I can feel the pre-cum covering the top of his cock and I use it to wet it, stroking him a few times as I nip at his nipple.

  He growls, the rumble sending a shiver through me as my pussy throbs again. Obviously tired of my teasing, he rolls us, making me lose my grip on his cock and nipple. Lying underneath him I blink in a daze, but he doesn't wait. Switching his grip to one hand, he grabs my shirt from the mat and ties my wrists together over my head, pushing them into the mat. "Don't move them or I stop."

  With that warning he crawls down my body, stopping to lick and tease both nipples before running his tongue along my stomach. Licking along my waistband, his finger slips under and without hesitation, his hand covers my panty covered pussy.

  He presses hard and I rub myself against him. His hand slowly pulls out and I want to scream. Fucking hell, the bloody teasing cuntholio. What's a girl gotta do to get fingered around here? Oblivious to my inner dialogue, he grips my joggers and yanks them down, lifting my ass I let him pull them down to my feet and I kick them off until I am just in my black cotton panties. Yet he looks at me like I am a feast. His eyes devouring all my skin, burning with lust and something else. He looks at me like he has never seen anything so beautiful, hell, I know I have a good body but for once, I feel comfortable and sexy as hell.

  His fingers gently caress a small scar on the top of my left thigh, one I got when Evan and me were playing hide and seek when we were younger, a small piece of metal was sticking out inside cupboard I hid in, and in the dark I didn't see it. I had slipped back, my hands covering my giggles as he walked past until I felt the shelf fall and dig into my leg. A cry had escaped and he found me, grinning from ear to ear until he saw the tears welling in my eyes, and the rip and blood on my trousers. He had pulled me from the cupboard, picked me up, and struggled with me back to the room before laying me on my bed. I stayed and watched as he ran around before returning to me and patching me up, once a doctor always a doctor. Pushing the thoughts of Evan away, I smile as he explores my body languidly like he has all the time in the world.

  His fingers brush the birthmark on my hip before he tugs down my panties, obviously seeing the top of the black outline. Gazing down he circles the little tattoo. I wet my lips and watch his reaction, and his eyes turn understanding. "You lost them both?" he murmurs and I nod, leaning my head back to look at the ceiling. I don't want to see the pity in his expression when he takes in the two roses curling around my hip with the dates scrawled artistically through them. I had them done in secret and showed Evan after. He loved it, his hand stroked my hip before he yanked himself away and went back to work. It shouldn’t matter that the thought sends more heat to my pussy, even as my heart twangs. I am so fucked up.

  His fingers dance lower until he covers my bare pussy this time. We both freeze, staring at each other. We have been teasing so far but passing this step means we can't go back but I want him, I have since the moment I saw him, and it has only been growing every day until all I can think about is him. His smile, his bo
dy, this growly man has taken over me.

  I arch into his hand and it's like the last of his restraints break away, leaving nothing but the beast. He kicks open my legs, leaving me open to him as he stares down at my naked wet pussy with a ravenous hunger that has me rubbing against his still hand. He opens my lips and runs his finger down me, before thrusting one inside of me with no warning. A long moan leaves my lips as I arch up, needing more. Grunting, he watches as his finger slides in and out, before he adds another and curls them inside of me, hitting that bundle of nerves.

  "Jago, please," I plead, feeling needy.

  "I like it when you say my name, I can't wait until you scream it," he growls before lying between my parted legs. His words finally click in my mind and I narrow my eyes ready to lay into the cocky bastard, but then his tongue flicks out and he licks me from the top of my pussy to my arse, and all thoughts and reasons leave my mind. He devours me like I am his favourite dessert, his tongue licking me clean before flicking my clit. My hands try to drift down but I end up frowning when I realise they are still bound. He grins against me before his fingers start to move again, thrusting in and pulling back slowly. I need more, I need harder. I don't realise I have even said it out loud until, with a yelp, I am rolled onto my front and my hips are yanked savagely back, my arse and pussy in the air.

  My face hits the mat and I tilt it to the side so my cheek is resting there. He doesn't wait or ease in as he thrusts three fingers back into me and his mouth closes on my clit, sucking hard. I come with a scream, my pussy milking his fingers. When the pleasure finally stops and I am shaking, only his grip on my hips is holding me up and I want to groan. I bloody screamed, the cocky bastard will never let me live that down. He leans over me, his sweaty chest meeting my back as he covers me. "You didn't scream my name, I guess I will have to try again."