It really wasn’t as bad as it sounded. The part that cut the most was losing my mom through this whole thing. She’d changed into a person I didn’t recognize and left me hanging when I needed her the most.
A touch on my face had my eyes snapping open and locking on the most intense blue gaze I’d ever seen. There was so much going on behind Jaxson’s penetrating stare, and I couldn’t begin to piece it all together.
His face was so close to mine that our breaths mingled. His eyes searched my face intently, and I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I knew what I wanted from him at that moment. I waited with bated breath for what he would do next.
Chapter Four
Jaxson
Something had to fucking give. Evyn was bottled up fucking tight, and when she blew, it would cause massive destruction. I needed to find a way to get through to her. For months, I’d watched her. That sounded fucking bad, but I meant no harm.
I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. My chest felt tight from the shit she pulled from me. I never, not once in my life, had this all-consuming feeling wreaking havoc on my body. I didn’t have any family. I grew up in the foster system. I bounced from family to family until I’d aged out at eighteen.
I’d had it pretty good, considering the horror stories I’d heard from others. I was not abused in any way. My basic needs were met. I didn’t go hungry. I had clothes on my back and decent shoes on my feet. I had friends at school. I was never bullied.
I had everything I needed to survive and come out of the system as an average person. However, I didn’t have love. I’d never felt that emotion nor felt it from another person. The homes I was in took care of several kids at one time. They didn’t have the capacity; besides, I was a loner and didn’t get too close to any of them. I knew I wouldn’t be there long, so what was the point? No one tried to break the shield I held in place. It sucked, but I was okay. Life happened. That was the one thing I had always known with one hundred percent certainty.
Being this close to Evyn was fucking with me. I wanted nothing more than to take her plump lips with mine and own her mouth, but I held back. I always did. From the moment Evyn walked into Left Turners, I wanted her. Her eyes stopped me, though.
This girl had a painful past shining out of her eyes, and I knew she was a forever kind of girl. She needed a man who would stick, one who would take her demons as his own, and one who would cherish her for the rest of his life.
I didn’t know if I was that man, but I wanted to be. Fuck, did I want to be. Her sweet smell filled my nose, and I fought the urge to bury my face in her neck, inhale that scent, and hold it in. Before I knew what I was doing, I was inches in front of her.
Her beautiful, big blue-green eyes widened in surprise and flared with heat from my proximity. The sexual tension between us had always been there like an extra presence. The looks we shared were heated, and longing was evident for both of us.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
I was hoping she would give me the truth and not blow me off like every other time I attempted to get information from her. The way I saw it, if she gave me her past, I would be able to get naked with her.
I needed that level of trust from her. I needed her to validate my right to have her. Sure, we had insane chemistry- sparks flew each and every time we were around each other. But that was all surface. I needed something deeper, something more substantial.
I’d never considered being with any one woman for any length of time. I had flings, one-night stands, and I was good at them. I could handle a night or two but nothing beyond that. I’d never wanted more than that. Until her.
“An asshole I used to know keeps calling me,” she answered without hesitancy. “I’ve changed my number multiple times, but he keeps getting it.”
“How?” I asked.
“My mom.” She sighed in defeat and sadness.
“Do you want to give me more information than that?” I asked on edge.
Sensing it was a touchy situation for her, I didn’t want to add to it, but I needed to know everything. I wouldn’t push her to reveal all of her secrets, but I would nudge her until she fully trusted me to protect her.
“Yes,” she said. “But not right now.”
Her voice was low and sexy as fuck. Her breathing was different, slightly faster than usual. Her lips parted, and a flush worked its way up from her neck into her cheeks. Her eyes flicked back and forth between my lips and eyes, and her pupils dilated with desire. My dick had been half-hard all fucking night, but it turned rock hard in an instant.
“Good enough,” I stated roughly.
Evyn stared at me in confusion, but I didn’t take the time to explain myself. She finally gave me more than the mundane, and I was taking it. I’ve hooked up with my fair share of girls, but I never pursued one like I did Evyn. I didn’t hit on her and try to get in her pants, even though that was all I could fucking think about.
I touched my lips to hers with more restraint than I thought I had. Evyn was as soft as she looked. Her silky, plump lips yielded against mine and parted with a gasp. My tongue slipped through the opening she created and tasted the sweetest flavor I’d ever experienced. It was all Evyn.
I growled and deepened the kiss. My hands dug into her hair and tightened. What started out as a slow, tentative first kiss turned to fiery passion on a dime. I wanted to devour her, consume her, and absorb her.
Her hands on my chest clutched my shirt, pulling me closer. She wound her arms around my neck with a sound of frustration, and she went to her toes to reach me. She matched my movements and ravaged my mouth. The feel of our tongues touching and our lips caressing each other had hunger taking over.
My hands went to her ass and squeezed the juicy cheeks, and her whimper vibrated through my lips, making my movements speed up. I had to remind myself we were in a fucking alley because I was dangerously close to indecent behavior.
I pulled back abruptly, needing air and clarity. Fuck, she made me lose my damn mind.
Leaning her head against the brick building, she breathed deeply, her hands sliding to my biceps limply. She took a few moments before she snapped her eyes open.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked accusingly.
Her voice lacked the heat of anger. She liked what I was doing. She was confused, understandably so, but this was real. We were happening. I had been working up to this moment for a long fucking time, and I was going to get the most out of each minute I had.
“Kissing you,” I growled before I did just that again.
With a beautiful moan, she surrendered to me. She had to. I didn’t give her a choice, not now, maybe later, but definitely not now. I wasn’t capable of letting her go yet. She was everything I dreamed about and so much more, and she kissed me as eagerly as I kissed her.
She felt so fucking good, too fucking good. Her needy cries and frantic pace turned me on more. Her movements were jerky at first, but she quickly found her rhythm. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, and I relished the moment she gave in to me completely.
Running my hands up the length of her spine, I gripped the back of her neck and took over the kiss, eating at her mouth with wild abandon. I cupped her breast through her shirt, causing her to break the kiss with a mewl.
My lips latched onto her neck, licking and tasting her skin as I kneaded her plump flesh in my hand. Fuck, she felt good. She was a nice size for my big hand and so responsive. She writhed against the wall without anywhere to go because I had her trapped between my body and the brick.
“Jaxson,” she gasped, arching her back and pressing her chest into me.
I latched onto her nipple and sucked until I felt the beaded point stabbing me through the cotton separating us. Her leg hiked up over my hip, bringing her heat upward to rub against my thigh, and her hand gripped my hair tightly.
I broke her hold and ha
stily took a step back. I was so fucking close to stripping her naked right here, and it wasn’t right. I’d lost my head, and things escalated quickly. She deserved better than this, and I knew better. Breathing heavily, I clenched my jaw, drawing on any semblance of control I possessed.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, looking down at the concrete under my feet.
“You’re sorry?” she whispered breathlessly. Her shaky, quiet voice had me glancing up. Her eyes were uncertain as she bit the corner of her lip nervously. Clenching my fists at my side, I fought the urge to pull her lip free from her teeth.
“Not for kissing you,” I clarified.
I couldn’t have her thinking that I believed making out with her was a mistake because it sure as fuck was not. It was the best decision I might have ever made, and I wanted to make it again and again, for as long as she let me.
Staring at her, I noticed her hair had halfway fallen from the messy bun she had on top of her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted, her breathing escalated. Dropping my gaze, I saw her nipples were poking against the fabric of her shirt, and that beautiful cleavage had my mouth watering.
Alley. People. Public.
I was mentally listing all the reasons I needed to stop, but it was the hardest fucking thing I had ever had to do. My dick was rocked up and ready to go. Now that I had a taste of Evyn, all I wanted to do was finish the job.
But I couldn’t do that here and now. After waiting this long to have Evyn, fucking her in an alley was not going to happen. I needed a bed where I could lay her out and feast on her for hours. Rushing this would be a mistake I couldn’t afford to make.
I brushed my lips softly against hers as I held her close. She deserved more than a quickie behind our place of work. She was made to be seduced and pleasured for hours.
“Come home with me, Evyn,” I demanded in a rough tone.
There was no mistaking what I wanted. It didn’t matter. This moment had been a long time coming. No longer was there any pretense- of anything else. The sexual tension between us was always present, and this was the time it came to a head.
Searching her eyes, I waited for her answer and was surprised when I couldn’t get a good read on what she was thinking. She never bothered to hide the pain, but this was different. She had so many emotions flashing in her eyes, and I couldn’t lock onto one individual thought.
The nervousness I experienced caught me off guard as I continued to wait. There was a good chance she would tell me no, and the chance I could have fucked up the best thing I had in my life ever. Things between us had gone to another level as soon as we touched.
There was no going back to a “friends only” relationship because the way she felt under my hands would always be in my mind. Going forward, I would never be able to hear anything other than the sounds she made when she was turned on.
I would never forget the way she lit up for me, how she gave as good as she got, or how her face flushed hotter and brighter the closer she got to the edge. As I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to say something, I realized nothing would ever be the same again.
We may have been out there for about twenty minutes, but it was long enough to witness everything Evyn and I could be. We would be dynamite together, and I fucking craved the explosions. My cock unquestionably agreed. With the way it throbbed in my pants, I would have the imprint of my zipper for days after tonight.
Then, it jumped at the soft, “Yes,” when her voice reached my ears.
Chapter Five
Evyn
“Yes,” I uttered.
We both froze and stared. I couldn’t look away from Jaxson even if I tried, which I did not have the energy to do. I waited anxiously for his reaction to my agreement.
I didn’t know I was going to say yes until the word slipped through my lips, but it was honest. I wanted to go home with him and learn what else those hands could do to me. I wanted to know what those lips felt like in other, more private areas. I wanted to see what this connection meant and where it could lead.
Jaxson’s intense blue eyes darkened with his need, and I basked in the knowledge it was for me. The power that came with turning a man like Jaxson on was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was a heady feeling, and it only turned me on more.
My pussy was tingling in awareness and need. I didn’t care about anything or anyone except for Jaxson. Everything else faded away as I sank into this moment with him and followed him around the side of the building to his motorcycle.
I had never been so glad not to carry a purse than I was at that moment. I kept my license, phone, and keys in the pockets of my jeans because I didn’t like lugging around a bag, which saved us from having to go back to the party.
I didn’t think I would have been able to say anything to anyone with a straight face. It felt as though I was a live wire ready to go off, and I didn’t want to lose the feeling. I needed this. I felt free in a way I never had before.
Grabbing my hand, Jaxson led me to his motorcycle parked in the lot. Thunder rumbled, and lightning streaked the sky as I threw my leg over the seat and settled in tightly behind Jaxson.
He gunned the engine, and we were off. I had ridden with Jaxson a few times, but this time felt different. Every place my body touched his was lit with a fire I wasn’t familiar with. It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking and surprising and scary as hell.
The ride was loaded with anticipation of what was to come. The vibration between my legs made my pussy tingle, and my nipples beaded up against his back. Wriggling on the seat to ease the need arising, I wrapped my arms tighter around him.
His big hand landed on my thigh and gave it a hard squeeze, letting me know he understood what I was feeling. I couldn’t wait for that hand to be all over me. There had always been an attraction between us, but I had been timid.
I didn’t have anyone I could trust around me. The one person I thought I could believe in had proved me wrong many times. Flirting always made me feel good and light. I could be the young woman flirting with a hot guy.
Now, all of these feelings were heightened and left me feeling needy and unsettled. Knots formed in my stomach as we pulled into Jaxson’s driveway. Shutting the bike down, he climbed off and held his hand out to me.
I took it and let him help me stand. Looking up into his eyes, I knew everything would change tonight, and it was going to be epic. His lips crashed down on mine in a hard, possessive kiss, and I was in danger of humping his leg.
Swaying slightly when he abruptly backed away, his hands gripped my hips to steady me. “Inside.” His voice was like gravel, husky with lust.
I shivered as that voice slid over me. Keeping up with Jaxson’s long strides was not an issue with the energy flowing through my veins. I couldn’t remember a time I ever felt this zing, and it was exhilarating.
Making our way into his home, I didn’t have the time or the mind to take in my surroundings. I could check his place out later. I had other things to focus on. Anxiousness filled me when he led me to his bedroom.
My eyes zeroed in on the big ass bed taking up space in the middle of the room. The black comforter and sheets screamed Jaxson and sex. Goosebumps rose on my skin, knowing what exactly was going to happen in that bed.
My nerves were gone as I watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. I was frozen to the spot as he stood in front of me with the look of a predator in his gaze. I was his prey, and I wanted nothing more than to be captured by him.
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stood rigidly, watching me, and I was entranced with his every move as he lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. Multiple tattoos colored his skin, and lines of muscle were prominent on his body.
I licked my lips, imagining tracing all those lines with my tongue, especially that special V leading to the waist of his jeans. A light dusting of hair covered his chest and
made a small trail down his abs.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“You want me, Evyn?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I answered with no hesitation.
I did want him. I didn’t overthink it. I went with what I felt. Never before had I felt this free nor this alive. Of course, I didn’t have any experience with this type of thing, so I let him call the shots.
When he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, I wanted to purr in contentment. When he put his lips on mine, I tried to hump his leg like a dog in heat. His tongue tangled with mine, and I was lost in him.
He pulled my shirt up and over my head, taking in the sight of me and the black, lacy bra holding my breasts. His hands cupped and molded over the plumb flesh through the thin material, and my mewls echoed around the room. My hair fell deliciously against my back as my spine arched, pushing my chest further into his hands. Soon, my bra was gone, allowing us to be skin on skin, which brought on new, exciting sensations.
His fingers expertly had my jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down in record time, playing with my panty line, making me suck in a breath. All these new sensations threw me off guard, and I couldn’t get a handle on how to act, but it didn’t matter. Jaxson took care of it, took care of me.
The rough denim and soft silk sliding down my legs left lust-inducing sensations along my skin as they soon disappeared- without his ministrations stopping. Nips, licks, and sucks distracted me from anything other than him.
He brought me to a beautiful place where it was warm and sunny and safe and secure. It was my happy place, and I didn’t want to leave. I reveled in these feelings swirling through me.
As soon as his fingers brushed the most sensitive part of me, I shivered and wailed in delight. His growl of approval had my eyes springing open. The look in Jaxson’s eyes was so fucking hot, and I thought it would burn through me.
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