by Marie York
Dee snapped her fingers, and I realized I was staring at Jaxon… again. Shit.
“Okay, now I need a cocktail after that sexy exchange.” Dee fanned herself with her hands.
I rolled my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“You two just practically had sex with your eyes,” she explained.
Cole came back from the bathroom, and stood behind Dee, resting his hands on her shoulders, and massaging them. “Babe, stop meddling in their business.”
Dee cocked her perfectly sculpted eyebrow and gave the evil eye over her shoulder.
Cole held his hands up and backed away. “I’m just saying, let them do their own thing.”
“Thank you, Cole.” I handed him another beer, and when Dee held up her wineglass, I purposely ignored her.
“Excuse you,” she said.
“I give you more alcohol, you get more pushy.”
Jaxon came up behind me, hand resting dangerously low on my hip, and grabbed the bottle of Pinot Grigio. “Give the lady what she wants.” His breath tickled my ear as he leaned over to fill Dee’s glass. I bit my lip in hopes it would deter the feelings he was provoking inside of me. The last thing I wanted was to get flushed in front of Dee and Cole. Jaxon’s fingers trailed up my thigh, and I gasped.
“You okay?” Dee asked before she took a sip of her wine.
“Fine,” I announced, a little too enthusiastic.
Jaxon went back to taking orders and filling glasses, as if touching me didn’t affect him in the slightest. Damn him. And why was he still taking orders? We had fifteen minutes before we were in sexual heaven.
I took a deep breath and got myself together. I closed out tabs and chatted with Dee and Cole. Finally, Cole stood up, and reached his hand out to Dee. “I think it’s time to go home.”
Dee turned and gave him a sexy wink and dragged her finger down his chest. “You know it.” I was happy to see them back to the honeymoon stage.
“We’ll see you later,” Cole said.
I stepped out from behind the bar and gave Dee a hug.
“Good luck tonight,” she whispered in my ear. “But, by the way he’s been gawking, I doubt you’ll need it.”
She pulled away and waved to Jaxon. “Bye, Jax.”
He finished ringing out and joined us. He gave Cole a pat on the back, and Dee a kiss on the cheek. “You two have a safe ride.”
Dee smiled. “You too.”
I was going to kill her, but Jaxon laughed it off. “Always do,” he replied.
Dee nodded and patted his shoulder. “Good boy. See you guys later.” With a wave and a slight stumble on Dee’s part, she and Cole were out the door.
There were only a couple stragglers left now. Jaxon came over to me, taking my face in his hands. Awareness sparked through my body, lighting fires of desire all over. “Why don’t you head up? I’ll meet you in your room.”
Moisture pooled in my panties at the thought. My body was still worked up from our last encounter. It was desperate to finish what we had started.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” I said, needing to cool down before I exploded. “Take your time, and I’ll see you there.” I fluttered my eyelashes, and glanced down at my body, hoping his mind was filling with images of me naked, droplets of water sliding across my bare skin.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Satisfied that I was finally getting a reaction out of him, I gave a sexy wink and strutted upstairs, putting an extra sway in my hips. Before I reached the top, I glanced back all too happy to catch Jaxon’s eyes pinned on me,
His eyes on mine, it was like a dark tunnel to every touch and kiss. Memories flooded my mind as the anticipation to feel Jaxon fill me completely devoured me. I broke away from the intensity of his gaze and hurried upstairs before I became the first woman in history to orgasm from a single look.
In the bathroom, I turned the shower on, and slipped out of my skirt and tank top. Steam fogged up the mirror as I unhooked my bra and slid off my panties. The usual mundane action was now a gateway to my arousal. The brush of my fingers against my thigh tightened the ball of desire that had been growing since the moment Jaxon and I were interrupted in his office.
My pussy ached in a desperate plea, and while it was tempting to slip my hand between my legs and find my own release, I didn’t dare. There was no way I was going to make myself come when I could unravel at the hands of Jaxon.
The hot water felt good against my skin, so I closed my eyes, letting it stream down my body. I leaned my head back, soaking my hair before massaging shampoo into it. Suds careened over my breasts and down my stomach, fizzling to a slow roll between my legs before dripping to the tub.
I ran my hand down my neck, and across my chest, to my taut nipple. I couldn’t resist the urge, so I rolled the tight bead between my fingers and moaned at the pleasure.
The shower curtain flew opened, and I looked up just as Jaxon stepped in. God, he was beautiful. Hard ridges met perfectly defined lines, and a V that pointed right to his impressive cock.
His eyes roamed over my body, causing my pussy to throb for his touch. “Room for one more?” As if I would say no.
I held out my shower puff. “Only if you wash my back.”, He didn’t skip a beat, taking the pink puff in his hands.
“Just your back?” A sinister smirk tugged at the corners of his luscious lips.
I turned away from him, and into the steady stream of water. “I’ll let you make that decision.”
His strong hand wrapped around me, lying flat on my stomach, before he yanked me against him. My ass pressed into his erection, and I reached behind me to stroke him. He was already rock hard and excitement stirred in my core. He ran the shower puff over my shoulder, as his other hand reached around to cup my breast.
He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I arched into him. Pleasure erupted inside of me, spreading out and conquering every inch. Soap suds streamed down my back, coating my hand, and making it easy to glide up and down his shaft.
He grasped my chin, urging me to turn to him. I didn’t hesitate, needing to taste him. I captured his mouth with mine, slipping my tongue across his crease, and meeting him with a relentless rhythm.
The shower puff fell from his hold, landing at our feet, and he slid his hand down my stomach. Goosebumps dotted my heated skin as his fingers inched closer and closer to where I desired him most.
His thumb ran over my mound instantly finding the swollen nub. He circled my clit before dipping his finger inside me. A million sensations washed over me, each reaching a new height until all I could focus on was the glide of Jax’s finger in and out of my tight heat.
A moan tore from my lips, and he crushed his mouth to mine, muffling my cries of pleasure.
He curled his fingers inside me, thrusting deeper and faster, driving me toward the edge. I tightened my hand on his long hard cock and continued to stroke from root to tip.
A carnal growl rose in his throat just before he spun me around, pinning me against the cold tiled wall. He grabbed my breast, squeezing it, and running his thumb across my pert nipple. His tongue trailed down my neck, creating slow tantalizing circles across the crook then back up.
The pleasure lapped at every inch of my body, devouring me little by little, and when I didn’t think I could take much more, he dropped to his knees, lifting my leg over his shoulder. I pushed my back against the wall to keep from falling and tightened the grip my leg had on him. He parted my folds and licked a hot line across my aching pussy. My eyes rolled back as new sensations crashed into my body.
He knew exactly how to please me, and I relished in his touch and his skilled precision.
His tongue lapped at my slick, wet center as he pushed two fingers inside of me.
“Oh my God!” I screamed out, as delicious waves rolled through me.
He pumped in and out of me, sucking on my clit, and dragging out every ounce of pleasure. My heel dug into his back, pushing his mouth closer and closer until he comp
letely devoured me. My fingers curled in his hair, urging him to take as much of me as he could.
He complied, grabbing my ass, and burying his tongue in my folds. I moaned in appreciation, and he flicked his tongue against my clit. Fuck. The intensity was almost unbearable, but I held on, refusing to end this wild ride.
“Oh, Jaxon!”
His grip on my cheeks tightened as his tongue trailed lovingly along my slick, wet center. Sweet hot pleasure coiled around my core and exploded.
A loud string of whimpers rumbled up my throat and tore from my lips. I leaned my back into the tile as spasms ricocheted down my spine. He trailed his mouth up my stomach, stopping at my tight nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and twirled that clever tongue around the pink bead.
His hands moved up my sides, roaming my body in a thorough slowness. I was so turned on, and I needed him inside of me. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, sliding back and forth. He grabbed my chin, our mouths collided, and our tongues plunged to find each other.
Jaxon’s carnal groan muffled against our lips as I tightened my hold on his shaft and worked my hand in a vigorous motion. “Oh fuck,” he yelled, then kissed me harder.
I went to sink to my knees, but he stopped me. “No. I need to be inside your pussy right now.” He spun me around, pushing my hands flat against the wall. His finger ran a line along my slits. “You are so wet for me,” he said, hot against my ear, just as he plunged into me. “Fucking perfect.”
I bit my lip at the delicious intrusion, and he grabbed both of my breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, wanting to absorb every mind-blowing thrust he delivered.
Water trickled down my face as he pulled it to him and crushed his lips to mine. I broke our kiss as another moan forced its way out.
Jaxon’s fingers traced a line down my stomach to my clit. He rubbed the swollen nub with perfect precision, sending me toward another mind-numbing, body wracking orgasm.
I pushed my hips up to meet his deliberate measured strokes. Hot bursts of pleasure scattered across my body as his hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed into me. “Do you know how many times I wanted you like this?” he groaned in my ear.
I could only respond with a whimper, too consumed in his glorious thrusts. He fisted my hair, and pulled at it like reins, as he rode me toward release. My muscles contracted, and I was so close. Slowly, he withdrew, and then, without warning, he struck hard, and my fingers clenched against the tiled wall. His hand lifted my leg as he repeated the motion over and over again until I was dizzy with ardor.
His teeth grazed my shoulder as his movements became languid. The water turned cold, but the change in temperature felt good against the fire raging across my skin.
He pulled out, and before he could throw me into another position, I sank to my knees, and took him in my mouth. “Mmm,” I moaned, as I dragged my tongue down his shaft, tasting my juices, and lapping up every drop.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he grunted, and laced his fingers in my saturated hair. “Suck my cock.”
I cupped his balls, squeezing slightly as I slid my mouth up and down his hardness. His grip on my hair tightened, making me greedy with want. I opened wide and took all of him until my lips were pressed against his balls.
“Oh fuck!” He reached down, guiding me off his throbbing cock. He grabbed the sides of my face, and yanked me up, smashing his lips to mine. His hands molded my ass, taking greedy handfuls, before lifting me up, and ramming his rock-hard erection into me.
I grasped his shoulders as he delivered one merciless blow after the other. His muscles strained tight against my weight, but it didn’t stop him. He was relentless, and I threw my head back, letting the rapturous thrusts claim me. Pressure built in my stomach, spiraling down to my core.
His hand drew my eyes back to his salacious stare. The wild flame burning in his irises ignited my own, engulfing me in a fierce explosion. He held my head in place, our eyes locked in one charged moment as my orgasm ripped through me.
My body convulsed against his, and he propelled into me, fucking me hard with wicked abandon. His heavy warm breath blanketed my skin as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, milking every ounce of my orgasm. His breathing picked up, and he thundered forward one last powerful time, spilling his hot seed inside me.
He leaned us against the wall and kissed my neck and my lips. “You drive me fucking nuts, you know that?” he said with a lazy smile.
“I could say the same about you.”
Still inside of me, he bent over to turn the ice-cold water off, and then stepped out of the shower. “Why don’t we dry you off?” He got a towel from the closet and ran it ever so gently across my body before wrapping it around me. His hands gripped my waist, and he picked me up, placing me on the sink while he dried himself off.
“My bed or yours?” he asked as he swooped me up in his arms.
“Whatever room is closer,” I said with a tired wink.
Chapter 28
I cuddled into his side, running my hand down his chest. “If you leave tonight, I’ll know where to find you,” I said half-jokingly.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he said against my head before kissing it.
“Good, because I wasn’t going to let you.”
“You have me by the balls and the heart, Lyla. Ever since that first day I saw you in senior seminar I’ve been captivated. But you need to know that I don’t do relationships. At least not anymore.” Raw pain strangled his words, a deep-rooted affliction that he carried inside him.
I sat up, resting my chin on his chest, and looked into his eyes. He avoided my gaze, and a storm brewed in his eyes. I moved closer to him, taking his face in my hands, and urged him to look at me. “Why not? I can see that there’s something you’re not telling me. You don’t do relationships anymore. As in, you did. What happened?”
His body tensed beneath me, his jaw turning taut.
Jaxon kicked his legs off the bed and dropped his head into his hands. His fingers linked in the back of his head and tightened.
I got up, and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands in mine, needing him to know that whatever it was, I was there to listen and maybe even help him exorcise whatever demons were inside him.
I kissed his knuckles. “You can tell me.”
His eyebrows knitted together, his lips pressing into a hard, stubborn line as a battle played out across his features. Continuing to avoid eye contact with me, he shook his head.
If I was going to get him to talk, I was going to have to coax it out of him. Whatever it was it was obvious, he had it locked up inside of him for a long time. I knew it had to be about a girl and I tried not to get jealous over whoever she was. Still, she had a hold on Jaxon, having him swear off relationships for life, so whoever she was, she meant a great deal to him. It was kind of hard not to be jealous of that.
“You had a girlfriend, then?” I finally managed to ask.
He nodded.
“High school?” I asked, knowing it couldn’t have been college and remembering what Dee had once said to me. If I bring up Jax and Cole in high school, Jax gets all weird and Cole changes the subject.
He squeezed my hand. “Senior year,” he admitted.
“Did you guys break up? Did she break up with you?” She had to be something special if a breakup could scar him so badly but I had a feeling it was much worse than a high school breakup.
“No,” he said, confirming what I already assumed.
“Then, what is it? Why would an old girlfriend make you swear off relationships?”
Jaxon looked up at me, the storm in his eyes turned to a solid black cloud. “I killed her.”
Part 2
Jax
Chapter 29
Seven Years Ago
I peeled out of Tiffany’s driveway, burning rubber down the street. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the ass end of my Firebird fishtailed. She was fucking psychotic, and I
was sick and tired of her shit.
For two years, I’d been putting up with her insecurities. Two long fucking years. I wasn’t screwing half of the cheerleading team like she thought. For Christ sakes, I couldn’t even look at a girl without her thinking I hadn’t been balls deep with her up against a building.
In the beginning, it wasn’t like that, and I fucking loved her. I still did. I just couldn’t do it anymore. We were done. Over. And this time, I wasn’t taking her back. No matter what stupid shit she said. And there would be stupid shit, there always was. Threats, sob stories, lies, anything to get me to crawl back to her.
Not anymore. I was done.
The road curved, and I took my foot off the gas pedal to slow down. I was pissed, but that didn’t mean I had a death wish either. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I knew, without even looking at it, that it was her.
I ignored it, and it went to voicemail, but, a minute later, it started vibrating again. By the fifth hang up and redial, I was ready to throw my phone out the goddamn window. I turned the volume on the radio up, but I couldn’t ignore the flashing screen on my phone. If I didn’t answer she’d never stop, and she needed to fucking stop, be done with this bullshit.
“What?” I barked into the phone. I was met with sniffles, and Tiffany trying to form words. Son of a bitch. No matter how mad I got, hearing her cry was still a direct hit to my heart. “Tiff, stop crying. Please.”
“I can’t help it,” she snapped then cried even harder.
I pulled over to the side of the road, and ran a hand through my hair, as if that would release the tension that was tugging tight across my neck. I didn’t know what to say, there was nothing left that hadn’t already been said. I was sick of talking in circles, refusing to accept the fact that maybe we weren’t right for each other. That this damn fairytale she prided herself on to our friends was nothing more than the facade it actually was.