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  “You sucked me so good, baby,” he crooned. “I couldn’t breathe, it felt so good. Your hot little mouth tugging at the head of my dick, your tongue swirling around me, your tight fist jacking me off. I came so hard for you. And you swallowed it all, Gia baby. Every drop.”

  For a moment, I couldn’t think of what to say, my mind filled with images of me doing just what he said. I loved going down on Jax. Loved the way he felt...how he tasted and smelled. More than that, I loved the way he lost himself with me, shameless in his pleasure. In those moments, I felt the intimacy with him that I craved so much.

  “You’ve always loved sucking my cock,” he said silkily. “And God knows I’d spend every minute in your mouth if I could.”

  I found my voice. “Selfish bastard.”

  “When it comes to you, yeah.” He sighed. “I’m lying in bed, naked and hard, wondering why the fuck you’re not here yet.”

  “Don’t you have something to do?”

  “You.”

  I heard the sound of his email pinging in the background and laughed. “Liar. You’re working.”

  We used to play phone sex games with each other, often leading to both of us getting off simultaneously. There was nothing in the world like hearing him say my name when he was coming.

  “Guilty,” he confessed, unabashed. “Trying to keep my mind off you and failing miserably.”

  “Probably because what you’re working on is the deal that screwed me over.”

  “You promised me a round of angry sex.” He hummed softly, with obvious relish. “I’m waiting for it, baby.”

  “Not sure you want your dick anywhere near my teeth while I’m feeling this way about you.”

  Jax laughed and my toes curled. He had the best laugh, deep and full-bodied. “Even threats of bodily harm can’t kill this hard-on I’ve got for you. Come over, Gia.”

  “Can’t. I’ve got a meeting in a bit.” I stood and walked to the window, feeling restless. Pushing the sheer curtains aside, I looked down at the city of Atlanta. Where was Jax? It was a question I’d been asking myself every day over the past two years. He hadn’t had to ask where I was, though, since he’d had me followed. “Besides, didn’t you say we needed to talk? I doubt you’ll do much of that when I get there.”

  He was silent a minute, then, “You’ve got a great family. I’ve always known where I stood with them, good or bad. They don’t bullshit and they don’t waste time on petty crap. They’re good people.”

  “Thank you,” I murmured, taking that to heart. I was proud of my family, proud to be a Rossi.

  “My family isn’t like that, Gia. Don’t be fooled by Parker’s charm. He only gives the time of day to people who are useful.”

  “Jax, I don’t have anything.”

  “You have me,” he said grimly.

  “Are you saying your dad would use me against you?”

  “Maybe. Or he’d just use you, period. It could be anything, babe. Just trust me, there’s an angle.”

  I absorbed that for a moment, trying to wrap my head around a father and son who didn’t trust each other. “Is he the reason you stayed away the past couple of years?”

  Is he the reason you’re determined to leave me again?

  “I stayed away because it’s the best thing for you.”

  I hated that non-answer. “Yet here you are. Give me a good reason why I should see you, Jax.”

  “Because you want to.”

  “I suggest you come up with something better than that.”

  He exhaled in a rush. “Because I want you to. Because I need to spend time with you. You make me feel...human. Being with you makes me feel like I’m not a complete piece of shit.”

  I closed my eyes, my hand lifting to my chest to rub the ache in my heart. I wanted to know why he always put himself down, why he thought he wasn’t good enough for me. I knew I was going to make a go of it just to try to get those answers. Still, I was honest and told him, “Being with you makes me feel lonely. It reminds me that I want to find someone to be steady in my life. Someone I can depend on.”

  “I wish I was that guy,” he said quietly.

  “Yeah. Me, too.”

  2

  I INTERRUPTED MY sister-in-law the instant she answered the phone. “Traitor!”

  Denise paused in the middle of reciting the name of her beauty salon, then said, “So he called you, eh?”

  “He’s here!” I sat on the edge of my bed with a groan.

  “He’s in Atlanta? Are you serious?” Denise whistled. I heard a squeak in the background and could picture her sitting on the hot-pink stool behind the front counter of her shop. “He’s got it bad for you.”

  “I can’t believe you ratted me out like that. Don’t you think if I’d wanted him to know where I was, I would’ve told him?”

  “Come on. I’ve never seen you look at a guy the way you look at him. You can’t blame me for wanting you to be happy.”

  “He deserves to stew a bit, Denise. He deserves to miss me and wonder what I’m doing.”

  “Ah, I feel you. Sorry.”

  I kicked out my legs, my gaze dropping to my pedicure. “No, you’re not.”

  “I’m a little sorry,” she amended. “So, are you two going to kiss and make up?”

  “It’s not like that.”

  “So tell me what it’s like.”

  “Boy meets girl, boy ditches girl, boy pops up again two years later, boy screws girl and then almost screws her big business deal, boy wants to screw girl again—maybe both ways—but this time, boy says up front that he’ll be ditching girl again at some point.”

  “Hmm.” Her chewing gum bubble popped loudly. “If I hadn’t seen the way boy looks at girl, I might tell you to kick him to the curb.”

  “Probably the smart thing to do. So what’s your alternative?”

  “Screw him senseless. Rock his world. Show him what he’ll be missing. Make it hurt when he decides it’s time to walk away so he won’t go through with it.”

  If only it were that easy. “I think that’s an asinine plan.”

  “Maybe.” She laughed, and I smiled reluctantly. “But that’s a fine piece of prime male ass, Gianna. There are worse things a girl can do than spend a few hours in bed with a hot guy who’s in love with her.”

  She was saying what I’d wanted to hear—some excuse to go forward instead of cutting my losses and running. “You’re an enabler, Denise!”

  “Whatev. If Jackson’s bad for you, think about how good sex is. It’s great for the complexion, good exercise, an awesome mood booster—”

  I rolled my eyes. “Hanging up now.”

  “Love you!” she said quickly.

  “Love you, too.” I killed the call and stood for a moment, lightly tapping my chin with the end of my phone.

  I loved Jax enough that it was impossible to just walk away, even for my own self-preservation. Jax loved me enough that walking away was the only end he’d consider. Maybe Denise was onto something. Maybe instead of pushing back all the time, I had to love him with everything I had. Really make him feel it, so he’d miss it when it was gone, enough to bring him back to me.

  Problem with that, though, was that he’d screwed me businesswise. And I couldn’t let it go. That was a cut that ran deep.

  * * *

  Chad and Rick, the hotel manager, hit it off right away. I enjoyed listening to the two talk with their Southern drawls, charmed by both men and entertained to boot. But when Rick extended an invitation to dinner, I declined after Chad accepted, not wanting to cramp his style. I figured it was important for him to feel connected on his own, without me hovering all the time. I wasn’t his babysitter, and I didn’t want him to feel as if I didn’t trust him to handle his business on his own.

  When
I got back to my room, I called Lei.

  “Gianna,” she said when she picked up, knowing it was me from the office’s caller ID. “How are things going in Atlanta?”

  “Chad’s feeling good,” I said. “He’s been comfortable and relaxed, and really excited. The visit did what we’d hoped.”

  Perceptive as she was, she asked, “And you? Are you feeling good, too?”

  “Jackson followed me down here.” I didn’t share that personal detail with my boss, or dish like I would with Denise or one of my girlfriends. I would with Denise or one of my girlfriends. I told her because there was no way around a possible conflict of interest. I wasn’t going to let Jax jeopardize my job any further.

  “Did he?” Her tone was thoughtful. “Well... How do you feel about that?”

  “I’m not sure. No,” I amended, “that’s not true. I’m pissed off that he’s made an already complicated relationship more complicated by investing in Pembry Ventures. Not just that, but he called Isabelle directly to solidify her defecting. I can’t trust him, Lei.”

  Every time I thought about what he’d done, I got angry all over again.

  “That’s a fatal flaw.”

  “I know it.” The thing was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jax had deliberately moved to put a wedge between us. But I couldn’t decide if that motivation made him less dangerous or more so. “I need you to tell me if I’m risking my job.”

  “You know you are. I’m not going to fire you over who you date, Gianna. That’s your business. But if he happens to make another move that looks like he got a tip from you—whether it was done deliberately or not—I’ll have to let you go, because then we’re talking about my business. Got it?”

  My stomach knotted. “Got it.”

  “All right.” Her voice softened. “What’s on the agenda tomorrow?”

  I told her. While I spoke calmly and steadily, I couldn’t shake the fear that had taken root. I’d planned my whole future around my job and I didn’t have a Plan B.

  “Let me know what Chad thinks of the architect’s renderings when he sees them. And take care of yourself, Gianna. You’re not just an employee to me. I think you know that.”

  I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “I do. Thanks, Lei.”

  We hung up and I threw my phone on the bed. A headache was building and I loosened the clip that rolled my hair into a neat chignon at my nape. I really hated Jax at that moment. I didn’t know how to deal with all the emotions he’d been stirring up in me since he had walked back into my life. I kept shifting from wanting to heal whatever was wounding him to wanting to hurt him myself.

  Ping. Incoming text.

  When I saw Going crazy waiting 4 u from Jax, I let it all explode.

  I called him. Everything that was wrong in my life was his fault and he needed to know that.

  “Tell me you’re in the lobby,” he said in greeting, his voice husky.

  I didn’t screw around. “I love my job. It’s the most important thing in my life, and I’m in danger of losing it because of you.”

  It took him a second to switch gears. “Fuck. Gia—”

  “If you love me at all, you’ll tell me right now if this is going to end with me jobless. You can get easy pussy, Jax. You don’t need mine.”

  “Jesus.” He exhaled roughly. “I’ve done what business I intend to do with Ian Pembry.”

  It was another non-answer. I was sick of them. He gave them for damn near everything.

  I hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed. I started undressing, wanting to take a shower and scrub the day off.

  My phone started ringing. Click. Time to shut that sucker down for the night.

  I took my room phone off the hook, too, before he could start in on me that way. I’d come to Atlanta for some time away from Jax, and I needed it, despite how my body protested the idea of being denied him.

  “I don’t need him to have an orgasm,” I scolded myself aloud. Of course that didn’t address what I really loved about sex with Jax—the man himself.

  Twenty minutes later, my hair was wrapped up in a towel on my head and I was on the phone with room service. An impatient, angry rap on the door startled me enough to make me jump.

  I knew who it was before Jax said, “Open the damned door, Gia.”

  My jaw clenched. There was no way in hell the hotel had given out my room number. It irritated me to no end that Jax had the connections to circumvent the rules everyone else lived by.

  I returned my attention to my call. “You know what? Make that a bottle of Ste. Michelle instead of a glass, please. Thank you.”

  Jax knocked with even more impatience.

  I hung up and glared at the door. “Fuck you,” I snapped.

  “You’re acting like a child.” Even muffled through the door, his voice resonated with fury.

  “Get a clue, Jax. I don’t want to see you.”

  “That’s too damn bad. You can’t stay in there forever, Gia, but I can put a guard on your door who’ll make sure that when you come out, you come straight to me. It’s your choice how you want this to go.”

  Narrow-eyed, I slapped the security bar back and yanked the door open. Jax immediately crowded me, forcing me back into the room. I caught barely a glimpse of a guy in a suit behind Jax’s big frame, then Jax kicked the door shut behind him.

  I backed up quickly, my gaze darting down the length of his body. He was dressed in black slacks and a matching vest, his gray shirt and tie not softening the dark vibe. His hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it, the longer strands falling over his forehead in sexy disarray. His brown eyes were hot as they catalogued my appearance, his irritation evident in the scowl that furrowed his brow.

  He’d said I was sexy as hell when I was mad at him and I understood what he meant when confronted by over six feet of angry, bristling masculinity. The angles of his gorgeous face were tight, his jaw rigid, the sensual curve of his lips firmed into an unyielding line. He looked dangerous and fiercely sexual.

  “I’m getting real tired of you cutting things off,” he said, clenching his teeth.

  “Boy do I know that feeling.”

  He glanced at the ceiling as if he were praying for patience. “Is Yeung giving you a hard time?”

  “No.” I crossed my arms, wishing I were wearing more than the hotel-provided robe, which was a thin shield for my nakedness underneath. “She’s actually been remarkably forgiving, all things considered.”

  He watched me back carefully away. He filled the entryway of the room, blocking the exit, the closet, and the bathroom. The Mondego was a really nice hotel, beautifully decorated with understated elegance, but this suite was nowhere near as fabulous as the one Jax had taken me to in New Jersey. “My deal with Pembry has nothing to do with you.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  His brows rose. “You don’t? Or Yeung doesn’t?”

  “Me. I’m sure you had a few reasons why you did it, but I’m also pretty sure I was one of the reasons. And since it’s worked out so well and made me seriously consider how much of a liability you are, I can’t be sure you won’t pull something else that makes me hate you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to end things because you can’t.”

  His face revealed no expression, but something in his eyes changed. “Why would I want to do that?”

  “Because you’re afraid of me. Especially the way you feel about me.”

  “Am I?”

  “That, or your dad has you running scared. Which is it?”

  “I’ve told you what he’s like,” Jax said softly.

  That stopped my retreat. “I guess I have more faith in you than you have in yourself. I think you can take him on, Jax. I trust that you’d watch out for me.”

 
He laughed and it was a horrible, humorless sound. “You think I’d protect you from the big bad wolf?”

  I stared at him, shocked, never having seen this bitter side of him. The next thing I knew, he had me in his powerful grip, his body curling into me and his face close to mine. He was impossibly beautiful. The most stunning man I’d ever seen. And he was seriously pissed.

  “I am the big bad wolf, baby,” he growled. “You want to be with me? You want to be my girlfriend? You want to go to parties with me...events...have dinner with the family?”

  “Yes!” I lifted onto my tiptoes. “I’m sick of being your booty call, Jax. You’ve got dozens of women for that. I deserve better!”

  “Dozens? I’ve damn near been a monk since I met you! Two women, Gia. Two. And since you fucked two guys, you’ve got no room to talk. I’m entitled to those two, as pointless as they were.”

  I gasped, horrified that he’d watched me close enough to know how many men I had slept with since we’d been apart.

  “You want the whole deal?” he snapped. “Fine. Your life is about to change completely. Your privacy is a thing of the past. You’re going—”

  “As if I had any privacy! My God, you’ve been stalking me for years. Are you—?”

  “Gia, every questionable thing you’ve ever done is about to become tomorrow’s news. Your brothers’ lives are up for grabs, too. And that goes for your parents and friends, too. Go out in public and the photographers will follow. From how you vote to what you’re wearing, everything is fair game.”

  I swallowed hard.

  “You’re going to move in with me. You’ll be safe in my apartment, but I can’t say what your brothers will have to deal with. Or your sister-in-law. There’ll be security with you at all times. And I don’t want to hear about how inconvenient it is to constantly have someone with you, someone you’ll have to report your schedule to.”

  “You can’t scare me,” I whispered, but it was a lie. My heart was pounding with anxiety. I had always been incredibly protective of my family. Whenever they were threatened, I came out swinging.

  “Oh, I will,” he warned darkly. “You’ve had nothing but the best of me so far, but if you want it all, that’s what you’ll get. The good and the really fucking ugly.”