by Hayley Smyth
“Sir...Yeah, I hear you, but if we carry on, we won't make it...Right... Look, if I may? There's a motel right in front of us, and I genuinely think it's best if we sit and wait for this storm to pass...” There was a long pause. I could hear Vladimir's bellows but couldn't make out what he was saying. “Thanks, sir. Understood.”
I turned to look at Jax, wiping away my tears, and he handed Benny the phone back.
“Change of plans, guys, we're gonna crash here for a bit.”
Panic captured me. “Please, please, can we just go back? We'll drive slow.” I cried harder. “Please, he'll kill her. It's a trap, Jax.”
“Hey, hey,” he cooed. “You heard me speak to him, he understands. He can't expect us to get back in one fucking piece in the worst storm for over twenty years.” He looked over at Benny. “Ben, go book us a room, huh? Here, take my card,” the men exchanged looks, thankfully Benny didn't argue and seemed quite happy to have an order to follow. He exited the vehicle, shielding his shaved head with his jacket, and made a run for the motel's reception.
My breaths were coming fast and furious, my lungs screaming in fear for my daughter. Why did this storm have to happen now? Today of all days.
I collapsed into Jax's chest and clung to his shirt. He didn't say anything for a few moments, his strong hands simply holding me and caressing my hair, which was now starting to curl once more thanks to the earlier onslaught of rain. I inhaled his scent, the aftershave he wore, the smoke, the natural woody aroma, and concentrated on my breathing.
“Come on, bird. Let's get inside and get dry, huh? We've just gotta wait for the storm to pass.” As he said that there was a rumble of thunder above us, followed in quick procession by a strike of lightning, a deafening crack as the electricity hit the earth.
Nodding, I pulled away and sniffed. “Okay,” I croaked.
Jax smiled, and together we ran for the safety of the room Benny was waiting outside.
The men were not impressed with their dwellings for the evening. I, however, was in heaven. Everything was so different from The Mansion, from the thin, worm cream carpet, to the even thinner floral bedsheets, to the small en-suite bathroom where the shower head never ceased to drip.
I watched, amused, as Benny pulled back the bedsheets with one finger to inspect the sheet underneath.
“God, this is grim, but I don't think I can see any piss or shit stains.” He shuddered.
Jax laughed. “I'd keep your shoes on, though,” he said, looking at the floor.
“You two are such babies,” I said, kicking my heels off and sighing at the delicious feeling of freedom on my feet.
The weather outside battered the building, the windows rattled and banged, there was a large gap underneath the door where a whistle trilled anytime the wind picked up, the rain pounded the roof, and I could still hear the clanging of the old bus shelter outside.
There was a small, wooden chair sat by the window, and so I curled up in it and watched the outside world pass by, while Benny and Jax watched videos on Benny's phone. Yawning, I didn't realize how tired I was, and so I shut my eyes, just for a moment, not even the violent rumble of thunder nor the cracks of lightning could keep me awake it seemed.
“Bird?” A warm hand was rubbing my arm. “Hey, bird,” came a familiar voice again.
My eyes opened, and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. “Hey, everything okay? How long have I been asleep?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
Jax smiled. “Just an hour. I need a cigarette, wanna come with me?”
I looked out the window and waited for thunder, only rain came. “Come where? It's still raining.”
Jax grabbed my heels and helped my feet into them. “A little rain never hurt anyone.” He put his fingers to his lips and then pointed behind him, showing me that Benny was asleep, sprawled across the bed.
“Shouldn't we be heading back now if we can?”
He got to his feet and held out a hand for me. “I've just rang Vlad, told him we'd be making tracks in ten or so. It's fine.”
I looked between his hand and his beautiful face. I supposed I could do this, spend a few moments alone with the man who'd changed my world, it's not as though I could hop in his truck and drive myself home, anyways.
“Okay,” I sighed, smiling, taking hold of his hand, relishing at how mine fit so perfectly in his.
Jax opened the motel door, and together we made a run for the bus shelter, its seats were still half attached I noticed, and the cold blast of rain had me squealing and laughing.
“Oh, my God, it's so cold!” I breathed, flicking water from my soaking hands. The shelter did little to protect us from Mother Nature's torment; the rain hit the puddles around us and sprayed our legs.
I continued to laugh as I tried to tame my hair, turning to see Jax staring at me, a goofy grin on his face.
My cheeks blushed. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shook his head and sparked up a cigarette; the smoke danced around his face before the wind carried it away. “I just realized I've never heard you laugh before.” He took a seat, perching his bum at the edge of the plastic bench, and beckoned for me to sit next to him.
I smiled, sitting down.
“Sit closer, bird; I won't bite.” He said, and so I did. I'm not sure what it was, my depraved mind, or just the fact that today had been a strange day of new things, but just being here, in the rain with this beautiful man, that feeling he usually provoked in me came back. My body was on fire despite the low temperature, my nipples hard beneath my dress, and everything below my waistline was crying out in need.
I dared to look at Jax, and if I wasn't mistaken, I could see the same lust in his eyes. Dark eyes were now black, but not the kind that scared me, his mouth parted just a fraction, and I could see his tongue, and I wanted it on me. I wanted his hands all over my body, and I wanted to feel the type of love I'd only ever read about, with him, I wanted it all.
“Bird, can you feel it?” He asked, his voice gruff.
I swallowed, turning my gaze away. “Yes”
“Come here,” he said softly, flicking the butt of his cigarette away, to take my hand.
With my heart in my throat, I followed his lead, watching with bated breath as he opened his legs, pulling me between them, so I was flush against his chest. His hand reached up to brush my hair away, and his warm breath tickled my face. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
He teased my jawline with his thumb, that one small touch my undoing, leaving me gasping and aching in a way I wasn't sure was normal. Feeling brave, I slipped my arms around his neck, stroking the wet strands of hair that were out of place, all the while watching him stare at my lips, and then back into my eyes. Under the dim light, his face was bathed half in shadow, and I leaned forward to rub my nose along his. As I opened my mouth to say something, his lips found mine and his kiss took my breath away. He kissed me, slow and hard, sucking all the sanity I had left. My legs were complete jelly as his tongue probed mine, it was a delicate kiss, but I could feel the beat of his heart beneath my palm. I could hear the quiet moans at the back of his throat, and most of all, I could feel his hardness against me.
The kiss ended, our foreheads resting on one another, we were both breathless, clinging on with all our strength. “You're incredible, sweetheart,” he breathed, groping my ass harder. “I've never needed anyone the way I need you.”
I moaned, burying my face into his neck. “I need you too, Jax.”
He growled and then stood up, breaking our contact. “Come with me,” he didn't wait for my response before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back the way we came, only instead of going to the room we'd booked, he walked to one a few doors down and pressed his ear against it.
“Jax, what are you doing?” I half laughed.
“Stand back.” He demanded.
I did and watched open-mouthed as he raised his foot and kicked the door in, the wood broke easily, letting the door swing open and I t
hanked the Gods that the rain was still hammering down; what if someone had heard?
“Oh, my God, Jax. Don't; we'll get in trouble,” I was still laughing, uncaring that every single inch of me was now soaked once more.
“I don't fucking care, come here.” We hurried into the room, and Jax closed the broken door, it wouldn't click shut, of course, and he looked around for something to wedge it shut.
Like a man possessed, he pushed the double bed from the middle of the room until it was against the door, he closed the curtains and then stood before me once more. Hands immediately cupped my face, and I teetered on my heels. Was this going to happen? Oh, my.
“It's your call, bird. You say no, and I'll stop.” He kissed me once, and I sighed into his hard, warm body. “Yes or no, bird?”
I didn't hesitate. “Yes.”
Jax groaned against my mouth as he kicked off his shoes. He was a flurry of movement, stripping from his jacket, emptying his pockets. And then he stood back, his fingers unbuttoning the blue shirt and I looked on, aching and wanton for him.
Slipping the shirt from his shoulders, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A heavily defined V at his hips, a smattering of chest hair, a muscled stomach; he was truly perfect. And I felt a little intimidated and ashamed and a whole host of other contradicting feelings.
My hand moved, wanting to reach out and touch his bronzed skin, but then I snapped it back.
Jax noticed and smiled, he beckoned me with his finger and then took my hands, placing them on his bare chest. I gasped, he felt like heaven. “You're beautiful,” I murmured, my legs wiggled back and forth, desperate to have this ache sated.
“Not a patch on you, sweetheart.” He kissed me again and then got to his knees before me. I couldn't look as his hands rubbed up and down the backs of my thighs, slowly teasing the hem of my dress higher and higher. His lips placed tender kisses on my inner thighs, and I wobbled - these damn heels. Every single nerve my body had was buzzing, a sharp electric zap shot through my spine when he began to undo the hooks on my suspenders, rolling each stocking down to reveal my flesh.
“Take these off, baby,” he tapped at my ankles and helped me remove my shoes, before peeling the stocking off each leg. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see straight, his hands all over me knocking me senseless.
With my dress now bunched around my hips, he stood back up, devouring me with his mouth once more. I felt his hands move around me, seeking the zipper to my dress, and so I helped direct him, and with expert skill, he unzipped me, pushing the straps of my bra down my arms with the material of my dress.
He gazed down at my now bare chest, and a low growl rattled the back of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, bird. Perfect.” He said, lowering his head to blow warm breath over my already hard nipple. I cried out, nails digging into his back, and he took this as encouragement to carry on. His lips wrapped around my hard peak, his tongue swirling and licking, teeth gently biting, and I felt every single touch and movement between my legs. He then did the same to the other and an intense pressure built, leaving my panties soaked. I wasn't sure how much more I could stand before the timer ran out and I exploded into a pool of desire.
He worshiped my breasts, alternating between soft kisses, warm licks, and hard bites, a delicious concoction of assaults against a part of my body I never knew was capable of feeling such pleasure.
With one hard tug, he had my dress falling to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I slammed my eyes shut as he walked around me, his fingertip tracing lines across my stomach, over my ribs, towards my spine. His mouth found the back of my neck, and he held my back to his front, hands palming my breasts as he left hot kisses beneath my ear. I mewled, throwing my head back, now panting and burning from the inside out. Is this what it was supposed to be like? Supposed to feel like? Were the books true? My mind was a chaotic mess, so much so, I hadn't even realized Jax fall to his knees again.
He looked up at me, thick lashes leaving shadows across his cheekbones, dark eyes penetrating my very core, fingers hooked in the waistline of my underwear. I reached out to touch his face, run the back of my hand along his stubbled jaw. God, he was breathtaking.
“Yes or no bird?” He said, his voice deep.
I swallowed. “Yes, Jax.”
Slowly, he peeled my black panties down my thighs, over my calves, and then helped me to step from them. I was completely naked before him, looking at him as he admired me. His dark features were ladened with want, need, lust, love, perhaps? The sight alone had my clitoris throbbing in a way it never had before. I wanted to reach between my legs and rub the feeling away, but I didn't. I stayed so still, watching, waiting.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and my heart came to a stop as his lips pressed against the small patch of hair there. Fireworks exploded all around me, the past I'd spent years trying to erase from my mind disappeared with that one kiss, and I fought with all I had to keep on my feet. His fingers, brushing through my folds, became wet with my arousal, I groaned, and he moaned, and when his fingertip delved deeper, hitting my sensitive bud, I couldn't stand no longer. My knees gave way, and I fell into his arms.
Lifting me with ease, he walked us over to the bed where he gently laid me down, and his dark eyes roamed across my naked body before he began a trail of kisses from my throat, down my sternum, all over my hips, finishing at the apex of my thighs. I gripped the bedsheets, eyes shut tight, and my hips found their rhythm, grinding, begging him for more.
I felt his fingers on one hand open my lips, and the others stroked me again, long, purposeful movements that made stars dance across my vision. He placed both my legs over his shoulders and my face flushed with embarrassment, I'd never had someone so close to me before, I'd never had eyes staring at the most private part of myself, and I never wanted it to end.
“Say stop, and I'll stop.” Jax's warm breath zapped me, and I moaned in frustration.
“I want this, please, Jax.” I didn't recognize my own voice, so low and heavy with need.
And he didn't need me to say another word. His tongue swiped through my wet folds, and I cried out, making noises alien to my ears. He licked and sucked on my clit, pulling me so close to that blissful edge. A finger pushed inside me, I felt my walls clench around him, and he moaned again. Then there was the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the telltale shuffle of clothes coming off, and before I had a chance to open my eyes to see what was happening, he plunged another finger inside of me. The curled stroking motion pressed against a sweet spot I didn't know existed, all the while he sucked on my clit. Tears filled my eyes, my thighs clenched around his neck, and the sweetest torture I'd ever felt had something bubbling. A tsunami of pleasure. A tidal wave of love.
The bed dipped as Jax's crawled up the length of my body, his teeth nipping at flesh as he did so, and I had to look. I had to see the face of the man creating all these feelings in me. His muscular body covered mine, our bare chests pressed against each other, our moans of pleasure filling the silent room we were.
“Kiss me, bird.” He demanded as he reached my face.
I slammed my mouth over his, we were a mess of tongues and bites as he spread my legs apart, grinding his hard erection across my aching bud. My nails clawed at his back, our bodies were slick with sweat, and just when I thought it was impossible to feel any more pleasure, he positioned himself at my ready entrance and slid in, ever so slowly.
“Jax!” I cried, feeling so full. He stretched me, completed me, and then stilled as we both adjusted to each other.
“Sweet Jesus, Ella,” he growled, nuzzling into my neck.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and my heels urged him to move, and he did. Soft thrusts, pulling out to the tip and then burying himself as deep as he could go. Each time he pushed back in, I cried his name, and before long, he'd found the perfect rhythm as his strong hips bucked up and down; I could feel every single delicious inch of him everywhere.
He cried out with me, sucking a
nipple into his mouth as his speed quickened, I felt as though my entire body was going to set on fire, and my hips met his perfectly. Our bodies were two halves of a beautiful melody, coming together for the final crescendo.
The pleasure between my thighs was too much now, and when he lifted one thigh, holding it in the air, and pressed down on my clit with his thumb, I knew it was going to happen.
I panted, my mouth making a perfect O shape as I looked between our bodies. I watched as he moved in and out of me, loving me, taking me.
“Come with me, bird. Let me feel you,” he groaned, and with one last pinch of my clit, something happened. My whole body convulsed as I screamed his name. I felt his body stiffen above me as he poured himself into me, he thrust and thrust again, draining every last drop from both of us and together we rode our wave, our bodies softening, our chests beating, him collapsing on top of me to catch his breath.
I held him to me, unable to move or speak, and concentrated on my breathing as tears fell from the corners of my eyes. I wanted to wipe them away, but the way he'd fallen left me unable to, so instead, I just let them flow.
He was still inside me, and I could feel his erection twitch and soften, our juices mixing between my thighs.
A sob caught in my throat, surprising me and making Jax push himself up to look at me. “Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, kissing away a stray tear.
I shook my head and smiled. “I think I love you.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Dark brown eyes widened, and he kissed my lips again, pulling from me softly so that he could hold me to his chest. “Bird, fuck. I love you too, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know.”
And the flood inside me was released, I cried into his chest. And for once, in all my twenty-six years, they were happy tears.
Bang! Bang!
The thump coming from the door made us both jump. Jax silenced me with a finger and waited to see what would happen next.
Oh, God. What if it was Benny? What if he had woken up and heard us?