Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)
Fierce Obsession: Chapter 1

Taking Jax’s hand, I climb out of the car and step onto the runway. Glancing up at the private jet, I see it’s not my father’s, or my grandfather’s either. Technically they belong to Montoya Inc, but my Papa and Grandpa are the company. The rest of the family can use them whenever we want though, and even before he married me, Jax was considered one of the family.

I arch an eyebrow at my new husband. “Don’t tell me you’ve bought a plane now too?”

He shakes his head, a twinkle in his eye as he laughs softly. “No. I borrowed this one, because I’m not taking my wife on honeymoon in her father’s plane.”

“Why not?” I whisper, even though I know the answer. At least I hope I do.

One of my father’s men is unloading our bags beside us, so Jax bends his head close to mine. His lips brush over my ear, making goosebumps break out all over my body. “Because I’m going to fuck his daughter in it. In fact, I’m gonna make her come so hard…”

“Is there anything else you need me for, Mr. Decker?” Raoul our driver asks, interrupting the moment.

Jax’s hand coasts down my back until he slides it around my waist, pulling me against him as he straightens up. “No thanks. I’ve got everything I need right here,” he replies before giving me a cheeky wink and I swear my ovaries just exploded.

“Have a good trip,” Raoul says with a polite nod of his head. He is a man of few words.

“Thanks, Raoul,” I reply with a smile.

“Let’s get you on that plane then,” Jax says before slapping my ass and making me squeal like an excitable teenager.

When we board the plane, the first thing I see is the bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, white rose petals scattered all over the seats, and a huge gold foil sign that says ‘Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Decker’.

“Oh wow! I love it so much.” I clasp my hands together and suppress a squeak of excitement. I swear I’m going to need some of that champagne to calm my nerves. We got married ten hours ago in the most perfect wedding in the history of weddings, and I don’t think I’ve eaten or stopped smiling since. The whole day has been perfect from start to finish.

“I think your mom and Jessie planned it,” Jax says as he smiles too.

“Aw. That is so sweet,” I feel warmth coiling up my spine. I have never felt so loved in my whole life as I have today. I only met Jessie Ryan yesterday. She’s a computer genius just like Jax, but she has a wicked sense of humor too. I love her and have already decided she’s going to be my friend forever, and the fact that her and my mom arranged this is making me feel all choked up.

I place my hands on his face and pull him to me for a kiss. He palms my ass, squeezing possessively and his stubble tickles my lip, both of which make me giggle. He was clean-shaven for our wedding, but this man can grow a beard in a day, and I much prefer him with a bit of scruff on his face.

“We’ll be taking off in ten minutes,” a soft voice says behind us and I blush as I realize the stewardess is standing right behind us.

Less than five minutes later, I’m sitting down with a glass of ice cold champagne in my hand and looking up at my incredibly handsome husband as he buckles my seatbelt for me. His warm hand glides over my abdomen making my insides turn to jelly. My breath hitches in my throat and he must hear it because he gives me a wicked grin.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “you always take such good care of me.”

“And I always will, baby,” he replies, the deep timbre of his voice penetrating my bones and making me shiver. The he kisses my forehead softly. “I’ll take real good care of you once we’re in the air. Okay?”

“Hmm,” I murmur, taking a sip of my champagne as I notice the stewardess watching us again.

As soon as we are in the air and the plane has leveled out, Jax unclips his seatbelt and jumps up from his seat. He reaches down and unfastens mine too. “Come with me, Mrs. Decker,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Where are we going?” I say, biting on my lip as anticipation, nerves and excitement flutter in my stomach, all vying for space.

He pulls me into his arms and then scoops me up. “Oh, you know, baby,” he says pressing his lips against my ear. “I have been waiting for this all damn day.”

My breath catches in my throat and warmth pools between my thighs, because I know exactly how he feels.

“I almost tossed Raoul and Jacob out of the car so I could fuck you on the way here, but we’d have missed our take off slot,” he chuckles darkly as he runs his nose over my neck and inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good.”

He walks to the back of the plane and kicks open the door that leads to a bedroom. It closes behind us as soon as we’re inside and he sets me down on my feet.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day too,” I whisper.

“Yeah?” he growls, his breath dusting over my cheek.

“Yeah,” I whimper as my knees wobble.

He arches one eyebrow at me. “You think we’d best get naked then?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble.

My fingers tremble as I start to unfasten the buttons of his crisp white shirt. He runs the back of his knuckles softly over my cheek and down over my neck until he reaches my collarbone.

“Are you nervous, angel?”

Nervous would be an understatement. My heart races wildly in my chest and my stomach feels like it’s twisted into a huge knot. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Why?” His hand slides to the back of my neck and he holds me there. Dominating and possessive.

“I don’t know. This feels different.” I chew on my lip, trying to think of the right words. I look up into his dark brown eyes. “Special?”

“Every single time with you is special,” he whispers before he dips his head low and seals his lips over mine, forcing them apart and sliding his tongue into my mouth.

Jax’s kiss is all consuming, full of passion and fire and it makes every nerve ending in my body sizzle with anticipation. His free hand glides over my back and he begins untying the ribbon on the corset of my dress. In contrast to my clumsy fumbling, his movements are confident and precise, and the fabric loosens as he unfastens the giant thread easily.

He slides his hands inside the soft material, pushing it down until it falls easily to the floor and I’m standing in just my cream lace panties. My nipples harden as he palms my ass in his huge hands and crushes me against him, deepening our kiss. I trace my hands over his back, feeling his powerful muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. It makes him groan into my mouth. Pressing his groin into mine, his hard cock rubs against my abdomen.

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Luce.”

Suddenly all my nerves melt away. Yes, this is special, but, he’s right, everything with him is special. He is the most incredible man I know. And I know that I own him as much as he owns me.

I pull back from our kiss and leave him panting for me as I drop to my knees. Tugging at his soft leather belt, I open it quickly before reaching for his zipper. The familiar sound of it opening makes him hiss out a breath as his hands fist in my curls. He threads his fingers through the thick strands of my hair as I pull down his boxers and allow his thick cock to spring free. The precum beading on the tip makes me smile. I look up at him as I dart out my tongue and lick it off.

He glares at me with dark eyes full of fire and longing. Then his teeth catch on his bottom lip as he mutters one word. “Fuck!”

I look back at his beautiful cock before I suck it into my mouth. Taking him all the way to the back of my throat the way he taught me to. Swirling my tongue over his thick shaft, I suck softly at first, moving my head only slightly back and forth because I know that it drives him crazy. His deep, husky groans roll through his body and when I wrap my arms around him, holding onto his incredible ass, he takes his cue to start fucking my mouth.

He’s gentle at first, rolling his hips as his hands keep fisting in my hair.

Pulling back, I flick my tongue over the tip again and he growls like an animal.

“Not nervous now, are you, baby?” he hisses out the words as I bring him closer to the edge.

“Nu-uh,” I mumble around him filling my mouth.

“That’s my good girl. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” He picks up his pace, fucking me harder.

“Uh-huh,” I moan as saliva dribbles down my chin.

“How wet am I gonna replace you when you’re done, Luce?”

I close my eyes and breathe in through my nose, aware of my soaking my lace panties as the gentle throbbing in my pussy turns to a heavy ache. I swear he could make me come like this if he tried. There’s something so freaking hot about making him lose control, and when he starts with the filthy talk too! Damn! I will be a hot, trembling mess by the time I’m done.

Suddenly, he’s tugging my head back and pulling his pulsing cock out of my mouth. I look up at him and he wipes the spit from my chin with the pad of his thumb, before putting it into his mouth and sucking it clean.

I blink while he stares at me, wondering if he’s going to let me get back to what I was just doing.

“The first time I come inside my wife, it won’t be in her mouth. Stand up, baby.”

Holy fuck!

I take his hand and allow him to pull me into a standing position. “Where will it be?” I breathe.

He slides his hand between my thighs. “You already know the answer,” he says with a grin, but then his eyes darken again when his fingers brush over my wet panties. “Damn, baby, you’re fucking soaking.”

“I know, Jax. I’ve been desperate to have you to myself all day.”

He brushes my hair back from my face, his eyes narrowed as they search mine. “I shouldn’t have made you wait so long. Let me make it up to you.”

Before I can respond, he scoops me into his arms and throws me onto the bed, making me laugh.

“You don’t any making up to do,” I say as he crawls over me.

“What?” he scowls, but his eyes are full of mischief. “It’s not acceptable for me to leave my wife in such a state. Pussy aching and dripping wet for me.”

The ache deepens and I rock my hips against him, desperate for a little friction.

“Well, we were kind of busy,” I whisper as I take his handsome face in my hands. “You know, getting married in front of all our family and friends.”

“Still no excuse. I should have taken you somewhere quiet and made you come.” He starts to trail kisses over my collarbone. “Finger fucked you in the coat room and put my hand over your mouth so no-one could hear us,” he chuckles as he makes his way lower.

“You would have got us in a whole heap of trouble,” I pant as his lips dust over my nipples and his hand slides over my stomach until he reaches the edge of my underwear. “Can’t get in trouble for fucking your wife on your wedding day, angel. These sweet little panties would have been drenched in your cum while we did our first dance.”

“They already were,” I giggle and he bites my nipple, making me groan instead, before his hand slips inside my panties. His fingers glide through my wet folds and onto my swollen clit.

“Ah, Jax,” I cry out as he presses against it, swirling his fingertips over the sensitive bud of flesh.

I have been waiting for this from the moment I saw him in his tux this morning. I have never seen him look so handsome, and sexy. This man wears any suit like he was born in one, but a tux? Wow! My panties almost caught fire just looking at him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been hard for you almost the entire fucking day.”

“I know,” I laugh again. I felt it when we were dancing, and then he stayed sitting down for most of the rest of the day.

“You want my fingers in you, Luce?” he murmurs against my skin as he peppers kisses over my breasts.

“Yeah,” I groan, bucking my hips against his hand, so needy for more.

“Yeah?” he growls, sliding his fingers from my clit until he reaches my entrance. I spread my legs wider, allowing him easier access as his large hand fills my panties. “I’m gonna need you nice and wet and loose, baby, for how hard I’m gonna fuck you. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whimper. Then he slides two thick fingers inside me and stars flicker behind my eyelids as the waves of relief and pleasure roll through my body. “Oh, God!”

“No, just me, baby,” he chuckles. “I’m gonna add another one. Okay?”

“Yes!” I pant as I ride his fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s only a breath away.

He adds a third finger and the burning stretch stops me from falling off the edge of the cliff as he twists them inside me. My walls squeeze around him as a sudden rush of wet heat coats his fingers and makes my head spin.

“Jax, please?” I groan.

“I know,” he soothes as his lips dance over my skin and he works his fingers inside me, pushing deeper and harder until I’m on the edge again. “Such a good girl, letting me stretch you wide open for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, Jax!” I groan as my climax bursts through me. It’s quick and intense. The culmination of all the anticipation and the wanting, of waiting for the entire day to feel his hands on me.

“Fuck, Luce, you’re shaking, baby,” he says, slowly sliding his fingers out of me before he hooks them into the band of my underwear. “Let me get these off you so I can see my wet pussy.”

I suck in a lungful of air, my head still reeling from the rush of endorphins racing around my body, but I lift my hips so he can wriggle my panties off me. When he’s done, he presses his palms flat against the inside of my thighs, spreading me wider for him.

“Fuck, angel. You are so fucking hot. You know that?”

I look down at him and he’s staring at me with such intensity that it makes tears prick at my eyes. I don’t know what I did to deserve to have a man like this worship me.

“You’re pretty hot yourself, cowboy,” I whisper.

That makes him chuckle as he runs his thumb through my dripping pussy, coating it in my cum before sucking it into his mouth. “And sweeter than fucking honey,” he says with a wink before he drops his head and runs his tongue from my opening, up to my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through me.

“Oh, fuck, Jax!” I moan loudly, my fingers threading through his thick, dark hair.

He wraps his arms around my thighs and then shuffles back off the bed, so he’s kneeling on the floor, before he pulls me closer to his face. Then he feasts on my pussy like it’s going to be his last meal.