She kissed him, ignoring the driver in the front seat, pretending they were alone, appreciating the fact that he so easily let her forget her problems. She didn’t think Lilah would disappear with Hannah, so what she needed now was to redirect her focus until she saw her sister again.
And Jaxon was the perfect distraction.
With her sex directly over his erection, she began to shift her hips, rocking against him, desire overwhelming her. Taking her to a place where nothing else existed but the sensual feelings flowing through her body.
He slammed his hand down on the seat beside him. “Shut the fucking window,” he barked at the driver before gripping her hips and holding her down, his thick cock taking her on a ride of pleasure. Waves built. Need grew. And the partition rose, protecting them from prying eyes though the man clearly knew what was going on in his back seat.
“Keep riding me,” Jaxon said in a gruff voice, whispering in her ear.
“Oh, God. It feels so good.” The only thing missing was him inside her.
He jerked his hips up, his hard cock rubbing against her clit. She rocked back and forth until she exploded, delicious sensations taking her over into utter bliss. And Jaxon stilled, his low groan telling her he’d come as well. They were like teenagers grabbing time alone in the back seat of a car.
Her cheeks burning when they arrived at his house, she ignored the driver as Jaxon took their bags and led her inside.
They took a quick shower together, Jaxon picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder into the master bath. “After that little performance, you’re not leaving me alone.”
“I don’t want to.”
They stripped down and stepped into his gorgeous marble shower with multiple jets, taking turns lathering each other up, her using his woodsy shower soap on him, him using her fruity gel on her. When he said he’d had her things moved, he’d meant everything, and she didn’t want to know how he’d accomplished it.
Because they hoped Hannah would show up soon, there was no more playtime in the shower, but he’d promised her the real thing tonight when they climbed into bed.
Her sex gave a pulse of approval at the thought.
* * *
Macy kept calling both Hannah’s and Lilah’s numbers, neither one of them answering. But that didn’t stop her from trying or leaving multiple messages.
Dinner passed. She and Jaxon ordered in Italian food, including Hannah’s favorite chicken parmigiana, but she still hadn’t come back. They ate in silence though Macy barely tasted her chicken scarpariello.
Not even the hot peppers affected her, she was so distracted. “If Hannah’s not home by eight, I’m calling the police. I have custody and her mother said she couldn’t take her this weekend. I didn’t give permission for them to be together after Lilah canceled.”
“Evie’s brother’s a detective. I’ll text him,” Jaxon said, his worried eyes on hers.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I appreciate it.” Just as she placed her fork down, the doorbell rang.
Her eyes met Jaxon’s over the table. “Remember, calm, relaxed, don’t show your hand. We want Lilah to be shocked when we ask to move up the date of the hearing and request she not be allowed to see Hannah without your permission until then,” he reminded her.
Blowing out a breath, she nodded. “I still want to rip Lilah’s hair out,” she muttered. “I’ve been worried sick.”
She ran for the door and opened it up to find Hannah standing with her bag. Lilah, obviously not wanting an argument, waited in the car.
“Hi, I’m home!” Hannah said, a bright smile on her face.
“So are we. I tried to pick you up at Ruby’s.” Just because she wasn’t going to fight with Lilah didn’t mean she wouldn’t get the story from her sister.
“Oh! Well, Mom has a boyfriend, and he’d surprised her with show tickets, so she couldn’t take me the whole weekend, but she picked me up Sunday morning.” Hannah pulled her suitcase in and Macy glanced at Jaxon.
Boyfriend? That was interesting though exactly what Macy had expected. “Did you meet him?” Macy asked Hannah.
Hannah nodded. “He’s young,” she said, giggling. “And hot. He’s a gym manager. I’m hungry. Do you have anything for dinner?” She changed the subject like a pro.
“Hey, kid. We ordered you chicken Parm. I hear it’s your favorite. Want to eat or pick your room first?” Jaxon asked her, shaking his head at Macy, obviously warning her to keep her questions light.
“Room! Then food.”
Smiling at Hannah’s enthusiasm, Macy followed Jaxon and Hannah to the side of the house with three extra bedrooms. It was obvious to Macy that the rooms already had a woman’s touch. Probably his mother or Bri had decorated the guest rooms.
“Remember, you can change yours up any way you want,” he said.
Hannah ran from room to room.
“Don’t go by size,” Macy said. “One has a wall across from the bed with the TV, another has a TV on the side. It might be less comfortable watching. One has room for a desk to do your work. Another might not. You and I have time to go through all three and make a decision. Just pick one for tonight,” she said.
Hannah chose the one with the bed by the window overlooking the pool. “When can my friends come over?” she asked.
“Maybe next weekend. We’ll discuss it.” Macy left Hannah in the bedroom to unpack and walked into the hall where Jaxon waited.
“A boyfriend,” she said to him, “who’s a gym manager. He can’t give her the lifestyle she wants.” She bit down on the inside of her cheek.
“Add it to the list to give to Jonathan’s private investigator and we’ll go from there,” Jaxon instructed her.
She nodded, a sudden wave of exhaustion
