Forget about me

Chapter thirty

Alexandra

"This is ridiculous." I grumble to myself glancing over at the two Pack members flanking me at the bar. There's another two outside the building and two on the roof. I don't know what happened last night after we came home and I went upstairs to shower but today the guys were all tense and moodier than usual. They've also upped the security around the house and me. I can't even take a piss without someone following me into the bathroom to check all the stalls before I get to enter one. And they don't leave after that either. Nooo. They stand outside and wait. I've asked about a thousand times already but no one will tell me what's going on. I'm thinking it either has something to do with the Pride or Sebastian.

Even though I'm mad about the bodyguards, lack of privacy and answers I think I'm grumpier about the fact that Jem didn't join me last night. Also got my period this morning so it may or may not have something to do with the swings in my mood. There's no way I'm getting into Raven manor with all of this shit going on. Which only sours my mood further. So much for getting in and out unnoticed and with the treasure in tow.

Jeremy glances up at me from where he's organising bottles of liquor. My third deep sigh catching his attention. Finally. "I told you to bring a book."

"And I told you I didn't want to go." I snap back sounding like a petulant child. I probably look it too with the pout on my lips, slumped shoulders and arms crossed over my chest. Music drifts from the speakers and the chatter of the few people still in here after lunch fills the space. Dylan and the other workers headed out for their own lunch a couple of minutes ago with the promise of bringing food back for both Jem and me. Which means we're alone behind the bar, which I am currently sitting on, my back to the tables.

Jem puts the bottles down and comes over, stepping between my legs which fall open for him. He leans in close, lips grazing mine as he speaks. "Whatever idea just popped into your head to make you look at me like that, I'm all for." His voice is a low rumble, the words meant for me alone.

Smirking at him, I turn my head and make sure none of the stragglers are looking at us. One of the bodyguards catch my eye and I toss him a wink before hopping off the bar. Placing my hands on Jeremy's chest, I slowly trail them down feeling the hard ridges off his muscles through the thin material of his t-shirt. Rising up on my tiptoes I brush my lips over his, drawing back when he tries to deepen it. "Be a good boy and keep quiet for me." My fingers find his belt, making quick work of unbuckling it. His eyes widen as I sink to my knees in front of him, disappearing beneath the bar. Grabbing his hips, I pull him a step forward as I scoot back into the hollow beneath the counter making sure it covers me.

Without tilting his head too much he looks down at me as I stroke his quickly hardening cock through his jeans. My teeth catch the zipper drawing it down. To my delight, he's not wearing any underwear. Freeing his erection, I stroke him slowly feeling him swell and harden in my hand. Keeping our eyes locked my tongue darts out swirling around the tip, licking over the metal going through the head of his cock and remembering how good it felt inside me yesterday. My clit throbs and I squeeze my thighs together. His knuckles turn white from clutching the edge of the counter so hard. Jeremy's eyes flutter shut as my lips wrap around him. Relaxing my throat, I bob up and down in a torturously slow tempo. I taste the salty precum that leaks out of the tip making me moan around him, only loud enough for him to hear. One of his hands sink into my hair, clutching it tightly. Steel grey eyes flash with frustration when the way he tugs on my hair only makes me moan again. His hips thrust forward making him hit the back of my throat. He massages my scalp in apology and I roll my eyes. Bringing my hands around to his ass I squeeze pushing him forward and sinking his cock deeper into my mouth. His hand fists my hair and takes over. He moves my head up and down him faster. I see his mouth form the word "fuck" but I don't catch his whisper over the din of the bar.