Jaxson (Kinsmen MC Book 1)

by Hazel Parker

  “Yeah but I don’t even know what it is I enjoy. I mean, when I first learned to ride, I came out here a lot. I found myself coming back here at every turn, it relaxed me. Nothing bothers you out here, I have it all to myself.”

  “So why share it with me?” I ask too quickly, I sound genuine but I don’t want him to think I don’t appreciate it. “Not that I don’t… I’m glad you did.” I quickly add. I clear my throat and feel him smiling down at me as I avoid his gaze.

  “Because I just felt like I could. Can’t really explain it.”

  I nod, “okay.”

  I lay against him for a long time, it seems. And we eventually move so we are laying down, and my head is on his chest. I feel his even heart beat and it feels like a privilege.

  “So, why plays?” he asks me after a while.

  “Oh no,” I sigh.

  He chuckles once, “What is it?”

  I giggle, “Nothing. It just…reminds me of having to write a personal statement or something.” I sigh. “Other people love books, but I like plays. It gives everyone a chance.”

  “Do you feel like you didn’t have a chance?” he softens his deep voice.

  “Sometimes. It was just my mom and I growing up, and she worked really hard but I still missed out. Do you feel that way, with your dad and the club?”

  I look up at him. He licks his lips and shakes his head as if to himself.

  “I just had a conversation like this today with my brother, Simon. He isn’t as involved in the club as I am, and…he basically said that’s what he felt like. I felt bad because I never felt that way. So I think maybe I had something to do with it.”

  “With him not wanting to be in the club?”

  He exhales, “Yeah, that. Everything. Who knows. I’m no good with this shit.” He furrows his brows together and stares up at the night sky, empty of stars but still beautiful in the dark sky color.

  After a moment, he turns sideways to me, propping himself up on his elbow. With his other hand, he cups my cheek and moves my eyes to his. I get lost in his deep eyes, with so much emotion he doesn’t even know he is capable of.

  “I feel like I’m good with you, though. At least I want to be.”

  12

  JAXSON

  When I picked Isabelle up, I had a thousand thoughts running through my head. All were about how I could make this night special for her. Make it worthwhile. I don’t usually do this kind of thing; dates, nights out with women that don’t include the bedroom. But she is different, and I knew that she was. I just hope that it lasts long enough for her, that she feels the same.

  I just about fucked everything up when she came down the stairs in that tight fucking sweater, looking like a sexy angel or something. Her jeans hug her every juicy, full curve, accenting her pert ass. All I wanted to do was grab her all over, and so I did. Until I could barely contain myself. I only understood then why Simon drives a truck, because I would have had her in my back seat right then and there.

  My nerves got to me, though, when we pulled up to the field.

  “You did this?”

  I look into her big brown eyes, staring up at me with all this wonder and admiration that I have never seen on anyone before. At least, not while they were looking at me. I feel my skin heat from underneath, another feeling I only get when I am around her.

  All my fingers tingle down to the tips, my throat feels like it isn’t even working anymore, and I feel my eyes bugging out of my head every chance I get to look at her.

  I use the time it takes to bend and turn the flashlight on, casting the forest in a wide glow. I haven’t decided if I like it better during the day, or at night. At night, there’s like a secret in the forest, something I can’t see but know is there. Kind of like the way I love the club and riding.

  “No, we’re stealing this from someone else.” I stand back up and extend my hand to her. As soon as her warm, soft skin hits mine, I damn near fall down.

  She grips my hand tightly and sits down with me. Her scent wafts my way and it takes all my self-control not to stop and just inhale her more. The strong vanilla tones, lilac and flowers… it’s as intoxicating as her. Instead of sniffing her like a maniac, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, she glides into me and naturally falls against me. She fits right in my empty places.

  For a moment, we just sit. I let her take in the scenery the same way I did the first time. I glance down at her sometimes and see her eyes darting across the field, her brows raising when one of the bushes scramble. Watching her appreciate the same thing I have, the same way I once did, gives me that feeling of being able to open up to her. Something about her lets me lay down all my defenses.

  “You asked me what I would do if I wasn’t in the club.” I start, even though I have an uneasy feeling, I still continue.

  She nods and I feel her look up at me. I flex my jaw to swallow the unease back, and then it’s gone.

  “I’d probably do something like this. Something with nature, I don’t know.” I try to discount it, so I don’t sound like a sappy guy. I figure there is nothing wrong with that, but I never had the opportunity to. I never knew what it was like to know anything outside of the club. School, I did just to get through it. But I didn’t go to college or bother being anything other than a club member.

  “I get it. You just enjoy it.” Her voice is soft, sweet. It rings in my ears and I want to hear more of her talking, just to enjoy it.

  “Yeah but I don’t even know what it is I enjoy.” I sigh, dreading the thought of trying to explain it.“I mean, when I first learned to ride, I came out here a lot. I found myself coming back here at every turn, it relaxed me. Nothing bothers you out here, I have it all to myself.” I think of it the same way as riding on the open road, but something is different about it. Maybe one day I could even live out here, or move somewhere to work in a place just like it, I have no clue. I just had to get it out, because I come here alone, and Isabelle is the only person I let share with me.

  “So why share it with me?” she asks, her tone piking. Then she clears her throat and fidgets her fingers a little. “Not that I don’t… I’m glad you did.” She adds quickly, and I bite back a chuckle. It isn’t the first time I have heard her flustered, but it’s still cute. That she cares about talking to me, about knowing that I know she cares too.

  I think about her question because I don’t really know how to answer it. How can I tell her that she gives me faith, that she brings out a part of me I either forgot, or never knew existed? Yeah, there is no rule book for that.

  “Because I just felt like I could. Can’t really explain it.” I keep my voice even, low in my throat.

  She nods and simply answers, “Okay.”

  We just sit there together, under the clear sky and gushing wind. The air is so clear here, so open, I feel like I’m floating around nothing and then I feel Isabelle pressed against me and the feeling goes away. Her softness, her beauty; I keep stealing glances at her under the moonlight and my breath is taken away every fucking time.

  After a bit longer, I lay us down so she can get comfortable. Her head rests on my chest just above my heart, and with every inhale I smell where the vanilla in her scent comes from. Her brown hair looks even more gorgeous under this light, if that was possible. I keep imagining how her hair would look splayed over her naked back as I took her from behind, or as she rode me backwards.

  I cull my thoughts back from their dangerous place by changing the conversation.

  “So, why plays?” I ask her.

  “Oh no,” she sighs with a smile.

  I chuckle under my breath, “What is it?”

  Her giggle is soft, “nothing. It just…reminds me of having to write a personal statement or something.” She pauses with a sigh. “Other people love books, but I like plays. It gives everyone a chance.” Her lips smack and she adjusts her head on my chest.

  “Do you feel like you didn’t have a chance?” I lower my voice to her, letting her know she d
oesn’t have to answer if she doesn’t want to.

  “Sometimes. It was just my mom and I growing up, and she worked really hard but I still missed out. Do you feel that way, with your dad and the club?”

  She pulls her eyes up to mine and I think ‘fuck’ how did this get turned on me. I glance in her eyes and lick my lips as I think.

  “I just had a conversation like this today with my brother, Simon. He isn’t as involved in the club as I am, and…he basically said that’s what he felt like. I felt bad because I never felt that way. So I think maybe I had something to do with it.” I stay in the thought for a moment, realizing only now, that I had an idea of what he was trying to say to me.

  “With him not wanting to be in the club?” she follows.

  I take a deep breath, “Yeah, that. Everything. Who knows. I’m no good with this shit.” My frustration makes me frown, as I stare up at the night sky wishing the answers to everything could just be up there, but they aren’t.

  I take a moment and then I move us so that I am facing her.

  Not because I wasn’t comfortable, but because the way her thigh was inching closer to my cock was getting to be dangerous. I’ve been semi hard since I fucking saw her and it isn’t getting any better, despite the deep conversation. I turn and look in her eyes, soft and a little droopy at the moment, but still beautiful as ever. Under this light, I can see that they’re hazel around the edges, and darker in the middle.

  “I feel like I’m good with you, though. At least I want to be.” I say with another sigh. It seems to calm my nerves a little bit.

  I keep my hand on her cheek, the softness of it is enchanting, and I trace her full lips with my thumb before I inch closer and kiss her.

  When my skin meets hers, I feel like I’ve erupted into flames. Like I hit the throttle too fast, and there is no turning back. I have never felt a softer pair of lips, a smoother, sweeter taste. My tongue darts out immediately for more, hitting the inside of her bottom lip and then she opens up to me. I take a large inhale and deepen the kiss and tighten my grip on her.

  My hands move from her face to her shoulders, and she easily swings over me as her hand braces against my chest. She clutches my jacket and then dips her hands underneath, over the thin material of my shirt so I easily feel the heat of her hands. I swipe my tongue over hers and she pushes back, for a delicious second, we kiss each other as hard as possible before falling into a softer kiss; exploring each other’s lips, taste, as long as we can.

  Isabelle pulls away, when she needs air. Her hands trail down my chest gingerly, I feel her tremble. I press my forehead against hers to steady her and glide my hands down the smooth planes of her body. I grab her waist, then move down to her wide hips. I love that I can grab onto them, move her where I want to. And that’s lower, so I can relieve the pressure in my cock by pressing it against her warmth between her thighs. She mewls out a breath, and I move my lips down the edge of her jaw, pressing up into her further. She tilts her head and her hot breath goes to my ear, I continue, shamelessly grinding against her in my jeans as I find the sweet spot of her neck to suckle.

  I groan at the first taste, the feeling of just laving my tongue over her hot skin to feel her pulse and then suckling even more. Her mewls grow louder, closer together, as she starts to grind back against me.

  She is as eager as I am, and so I continue. I can feel her flesh turn red before I move on. I keep my left hand on her hip, the other goes to the wide neck of her sweater to pull it down. I trail down lower, stopping my lips at the center of her shoulder. I can’t fight the urge, I softly bite her and she yelps. I chuckle darkly under my breath and raise my hips higher to her.

  There is no way I’m coming in my pants, but I’m getting pretty damned close already. I suckle her skin over my bite mark, until I am pleased that I left a good mark on her. I cup her face and kiss her again, small pecks, the smacking sound rings in my ears as I continue. Her hips come down over me more, her weight adds to the heat and it buckles my knees, even laying down.

  Suddenly she breaks my small kiss and pulls back. Her brown eyes are big, wild. I want to see them like this all the fucking time.

  “Jaxson,” she bites her now swollen bottom lip.

  “Hm,” my eyes rove over her wild hair, and pink blushed skin. I’ve lost my concentration already. Her hips pause over mine but still stay close.

  “It’s been a really, really long time…”

  “Since?” I press her.

  She blushes even more, if that’s possible, and I wonder what she is talking about. I grin at her when I flex my hips up and she naturally moves against me.

  “Since I’ve had sex. And—” she is breathless now, as I understand what she is saying but just want to tease her.

  I reach down and unbutton her jeans. “And?”

  Her breath is so shaky, she nearly wheezes. I keep going, pulling down the zipper and shoving my hand in the space. I groan when my fingers touch her hair, I love that she isn’t bare down there. And then I about lose it when I feel her silky pussy dripping between my fingers.

  “And…” she almost squeaks, her breaths are so close together.

  She gives up when she collapses against me, her head goes to the crook of my shoulder and I slide my fingers further. Right until I feel the bud of her clit, hard and throbbing. I feel her pulse, her every beat. I circle my finger there, not even bothering to move. She starts to tremble, her shaking brings my cock to life again and I wish I could do something to relieve the pressure, but I’m so focused on her it doesn’t even matter.

  “Jaxson…” she moans my name, and the sound is more than perfect. It makes my mouth fucking water.

  I move my fingers faster, but still slow enough to hold her right on the edge. I know she is so close she can taste it.

  Her fingers come up under my shirt and she clenches my abs, her nails dig into my skin and the sting is delicious.

  “Fuck Isabelle, you’re so fucking wet for me.” I whisper in her ear and she shivers. I bite down on my lip as I watch her skin flush all the way to her ears, circling her tiny pearl earring. Her clit feels like a fucking pearl to me now, hard and circling around my finger.

  She’s so wet I lose my grip on her, my wrist clenches from the position. But I keep going because the sound of her coming undone is the best thing I have ever heard.

  “Come for me, Isabelle. I want to feel you come on my hand.” I growl.

  She gasps, with a sharp inhale her breath goes silent and then she is done for. The moans she erupts in ring right in my ear, her body takes over and shakes—she trembles like an earthquake and I feel her heated pussy clench around my hands, drip around my fingers. I slide further in and slip two fingers in her, just as her moans die down I use my palm to press on her clit and I put pressure there until a second wave comes over her, and I know she is spent from the way she just collapses against me.

  I move my other hand and kiss her as I slide my fingers out, my tongue swipes her and I moan at her taste and think of how good my cock will feel inside of her. I have to wipe my hand on my jeans from her juices.

  “You’ll stain your pants.” She mutters.

  I pull back and meet her gaze, and she looks like she doesn’t even remember who she is. I grin at her, a full one, showing all my perfect fucking teeth at her.

  She smiles back and then licks her lips.

  “It’s a stain I’d love to have.” I chuckle once.

  She slides off me and lays on her side to zip herself back up. After she catches her breath, she leans up and glances at my cock, it’s fairly obvious from how hard I am, jutting off to the side and begging to be set free.

  “How long has it been since you had sex?” I ask her, out of curiosity.

  She giggles and looks off into the distance, her eyes leaving my cock.

  “Um, a long time.” She laughs and looks at me.

  “Why?”

  “What do you mean why?”

  “I mean… do you save that k
ind of thing for relationships or something?” I ask carefully.

  “Um, no. I guess, it just only happened that way. I was never the kind of girl that could sleep around, but the thought crossed my mind.”

  “You don’t have to feel guilty about that.”

  She beams with amusement, “Do you sleep around?” she pokes at my chest.

  I grab her finger and kiss it. “No. Not technically.”

  She giggles, “Okay.”

  “If you want to wait with me, I get it. I’m not your typical guy, you know with the MC club and all.”

  “I don’t…” her long lashes flutter against her cheeks before she meets my gaze with a tentative expression. She is starting to be really fucking cute when she is nervous. “I’m not necessarily waiting with you. I thought we were about to… I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone before.” She says in one breath.

  My eyes widen on their own, not that I don’t feel the same way. But just that I’m glad. I haven’t been jaded by club rumors about the guys, her thinking I’m dangerous or something. Then again, she was new to town when she met me. I’m getting off track because now all I can think about is fucking her.

  “I would have gladly fucked you right here and now, but you don’t seem like the kind of woman I can fuck on the forest ground.”

  She blushes as if she didn’t just admit to the same thing and it makes me smirk.

  “Oh.” Her throat moves with a swallow.

  I hold her to me with my arm around her and change the conversation, so I can stop feeling like my dick is going to fall off and she can stop flashing those cute ass faces at me.

  “You’re falling asleep.” I say to her gently after a while, and it’s true.

  “Mhm.”

  “Let me take you home.”

  I get her up and then grab the quilt I laid down. I fold it and stuff it into the seat compartment, then I help her put her helmet on like always.

  “I can do it myself, you know.” Her eyes are sleepy as hell but those words were solid.

  “I know, sweetheart.”

  She grins at the word. I don’t even know where it came from, but it feels like it’s sticking.