Maya lifted an eyebrow but didn’t comment. She gave a little wave and walked to her car, and it was just the two of us left in the parking lot. Evyn stood there, staring at me with a whole riot of emotions crossing her face.
“Ummm, hey,” she mumbled after the silence stretched on.
“Hey,” I replied. “We need to talk.”
“Okay,” she stammered, unsure.
“Come for a ride with me,” I stated.
Her eyes widened in surprise and apprehension, but she responded immediately, “Yes.”
Not being able to stand the distance between us anymore, I crossed the space until we stood toe to toe. Cupping her face between my hands, I tilted her head back to get the perfect angle. Consuming her mouth, I owned her in a way that could not be construed.
After tonight, she would know exactly who she belonged to: me. I would show her what it meant to be mine. I would cherish her the way she deserved to be treated. I would make her believe it, believe in us.
There was no other option. The outcome had to be us together forever.
My emotions threatened to overwhelm me as I slowed the kiss before it got too out of hand. I never had something as precious as her, and I felt desperate to hang onto her.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I fought to even my breathing, relishing in her panting for air. Curling my hand around hers, I guided her to my truck and helped her inside. The same starry-eyed look stayed in place as I secured her seatbelt and closed her door.
Adjusting my hard dick, I climbed into the driver’s seat and headed to her place. Figuring this needed to take place in her own environment, I vetoed my house. Plus, there was the fact she couldn’t run from her home like she could my house.
Pulling into the spot marked for her townhouse, I put the truck in park, contemplating my next move. I didn’t want to move too fast and freak her out, but I couldn’t give her a chance to shut me down either. Measuring my words carefully, I stared blankly out of the windshield.
Taking me by surprise, she straddled my lap and attacked my lips. My hands filled with plumb ass cheeks as I rocked her center over my own. The heat seeping through the denim that separated us was hard to ignore and only added to my arousal.
Fuck, she felt like the best wet dream I could ever imagine. Her hard nipples pebbled beneath her top, dragging across my chest as her soft, dark hair brushed against my face.
“I’m sorry I ran,” she said in between kisses. “I got scared.”
Before she could put her mouth on mine again, I informed her, “I don’t want you scared. I would never hurt you. I want to be with you, Evyn. I want to protect you and be your safe place to land.”
Her lips quivered as she stared into my eyes, a tear formed in the corner of her eye. I laid myself bare and didn’t hold back, letting her see everything I felt. She needed all of it. She had to witness what she meant to me, what I wanted with her, and what I hoped for us to become.
With a wobbly smile and a big breath of air, she kissed me slowly, scraping her teeth along my bottom lip, followed by the smooth slide of her tongue. Taking over the kiss, I poured all of my pent-up need into owning her mouth.
Her heat slid over my growing dick, and I was seriously going to lose my shit. I had to get her inside right the fuck now before I took her in my truck, where any one of her neighbors could watch us.
Taking the keys she helpfully dug out of her purse, I opened the door within seconds with minimal issues. Working as fast as I could, I had us both out of the truck, inside her house, and backed her up against the door, kissing her like we were facing the end of the world.
Chapter Nine
Evyn
Sucking in a surprised breath, all I could do was take what he was giving me. I had never been kissed with such intensity before, and I fucking loved it. Staring at Jaxson in awe, I expected anger, maybe a little hate, but I was unprepared for the possessive, desperate need.
“Please,” I whispered against his mouth.
Feeling as though I would come at any second, I was a whimpering hot mess. Having Jaxson inside me was the top priority and a necessity at this point. Frantic hands tore at clothes, throwing them in any direction until we were both naked and pressed together.
Every cell in my body was tuned into him like an extra sensitive sensor. My warning lights were flashing, and I was ignoring them to the best of my ability. My girly bits were sore and slightly swollen from the night before, but that didn’t matter at all. If anything, it made it all the more intense with the pain and pleasure mixed together, creating something phenomenal.
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I vaguely wondered who was possessing my body. Obviously, I was inexperienced, but I was never one to make bold moves. Initiating anything with anyone was not something I was capable of.
Evidently, I simply needed the right guy to open me up in a way I didn’t think was possible. Confident and sexy were not two words I would have used to describe myself. Withdrawn and closed off were more accurate.
Jaxson changed that. For months, the smooth, flirty banter between us was the highlight of my life. Slowly but surely, he brought me out of my shell, and I didn’t want to go back to my life before he entered it.
His hands were rough but gentle. His eyes were intense but filled with awe. Stunned into silence with my heart beating wildly, all I could do was stare helplessly up at him, waiting for his next move. Twenty-four hours ago, that look would have scared me, but not anymore.
With visions of my night with Jaxson fresh in my mind along with the words exchanged, the rightness of us seeped into my soul, weaving a magical spell in the air. Anticipation thrummed in my veins as our eyes locked.
I could not wait for him, and yet, it seemed he was waiting for me. He put the decision in my hands. I would not waste this opportunity. Standing on the tips of my toes, I fused my mouth to his and plastered my body against his. Divine.
An urgent fire lit inside me, and I had to have him with a fierceness I had yet to feel. Words weren’t spoken. They weren’t needed. Letting our bodies speak for us, we clung to each other as my back hit the wall of my living room. I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t take the extra steps to get to my bedroom, and from the looks of it, neither could Jaxson.
His intense stare shot flames along my skin as his eyes ate me up. Watching him take in my naked body made me feel cherished and incredibly desired. The heat from his stare sent goosebumps rising along my skin. Rubbing my thighs together for some needed friction, I watched him run his tongue along his lower lip.
His touch made my skin tingle. Feeling like I was on fire, the flames overpowered any thought or reason. I needed this. I needed him.
“I need you,” he whispered in my ear, echoing my own thoughts, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“Take me,” I breathed.
He looked into my eyes, and I could see the desire raging through his system- exactly like mine. He roughly took possession of my mouth, his firm, capable hands running down my body. I shivered with anticipation, waiting for his hands to mold my breasts because that was where I wanted them.
They felt heavy hanging on my chest, the peaks hard as rocks. I gasped as he massaged my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending a shock straight to my core.
It pushed me to my limit. Urgency hit, and I needed him now. I grabbed his shoulders and slid my body along his hard dick, trembling when the head hit my clit just right. He groaned, grinding harder against me as his lips took mine.
His fingers wasted no time in getting to that place I desperately wanted him, finding me wet and hot. The air against my overheated slicked skin had me trembling and thankful for the wall keeping me upright against my back.
I wrapped my hand around his thick flesh, relishing his big, swollen, steel, smooth cock. I sighed, moving into his touch while he fingered me faster and harder.
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nbsp; “Can’t wait,” he gritted out in between his clenched jaw.
“Yes,” I choked, wanting the same thing as him.
Feeling like I would spontaneously combust, I wanted him inside of me as fast as possible. I had no idea sex would be this explosive, or maybe it was just us. It didn’t matter what it was, but I wanted it like this every day for the rest of my life.
His hands cupped my ass and hoisted me up. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
The command came out guttural and raw like it was taking everything he had in him to remain in control. I loved that. I fucking thrived, hearing the edge in his voice, the edge I pushed him to. I basked in the knowledge his desire for me was as consuming as mine was for him.
I didn’t hesitate and locked my ankles together on the top of his ass. He thrust his hard dick inside my greedy pussy, and I may or may not have screamed. I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was that I was filled to the brim with him and couldn’t think… I could only feel.
“Mine,” he gritted, resting his forehead on mine. “So tight, wet, and hot. Fucking perfect.”
The claim did something to me. Once upon a time, I dreamed of having a partner in life, someone who wanted me as his- as I wanted him as mine, and Jaxson gave me that. The possessive flare in his eyes had me teetering on the edge.
“Fuck me,” I demanded with a whimper, barely recognizing my voice. “Hard. Now.”
Taking my lips possessively, he pounded into my body. My nails dug into his shoulders and back, any skin I could reach. More was all I could think about. He was inside me, hitting that very extra special spot deep within my core.
I convulsed around him, the orgasm coming fast and hard. His hands squeezed my ass in a punishing grip that I knew would leave bruises, only enhancing my impending climax. Feeling as though I would explode, I couldn’t breathe.
“So big,” I gasped. “Your dick.”
His thrusts became more urgent and erratic. “I’m going to come. Get there.”
“I’m there,” I said as the tilt and circle of his hips set off the biggest orgasm I could have ever dreamed of hit me.
Arching my back against the wall, I screamed his name as I spiraled into the stratosphere. I ground down on his dick, rubbing my clit against him, and I shattered.
He thrust powerfully into me, demanding I give him everything. I did. He could have it all. With one more thrust, he pumped himself inside my body. He shuddered from the intensity of the orgasm.
Slipping a hand into my hair, he kissed me with so much emotion, tears built in my eyes. With lazy strokes, he kept our connection while my pussy fluttered around him, milking his dick dry.
Basking in the afterglow of being with Jaxson, I melted into him with a contented sigh. I was safe and secure in his arms. Being in a constant state of fear in the past, I was never able to settle.
“Let’s go clean up, baby,” he whispered against my lips.
Wobbling only slightly once my feet touched the floor, I took his hand and followed him down the hall to my bedroom. Inside, we walked straight through to the shower, climbing into the stall.
With an almost reverent touch, we cleaned each other slowly, savoring this time together. I knew once we left the cocoon we created, I would have to talk to Jaxson and explain my fears. I didn’t want to ruin our moment, but it was coming.
Cuddling into him, I released a contented sigh. His lips touched the top of my head as his arms wrapped around me. With the warm water sliding over us and his strong arms embracing me, I wanted to stay there forever, safe and protected.
Sadly, that was not my reality. There was an asshole out there who was hell-bent on messing with my life. I knew I should have been upfront with Jaxson and spilled all the ugliness I had come from, but I held back. I wanted to hold onto all the good feelings, but it looked like I might have run out of time.
Not to mention my biggest fear was that he wouldn’t believe me just like everyone else I told my story to. If he thought I was overreacting or being extra dramatic, I didn’t know how I would handle it. I would probably run. I had gotten really good at that over the last few years.
The truth was sometimes things didn’t work out the way you planned. Sometimes, the people you relied on the most left, leaving you flailing and floundering, unable to find your footing. I’d learned that lesson the hard way and was determined never to make the same mistakes again.
In the past, my trust was broken, and it forced me to find my own way. But now, Jaxson made me question my own convictions, tempting me to do exactly what I said I would never do again: put my trust in another person.
With startling clarity, I realized I was going to have to tell him everything. I was naïve to think we would hook up and then go about our business. This thing between us had been building for months, since day one. I saw the different ways he was with me compared to every other girl he interacted with.
With a kiss to my forehead, he whispered, “Come on, baby. Let’s get to bed.”
After one last squeeze, I nodded into his chest before stepping back. Taking the towel he offered to me, I made quick work off drying off before ringing my hair out and roughly scrubbing the cloth over it.
Walking into the bedroom, he was already in the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Taking a moment to ogle the hot as fuck picture he made, I couldn’t believe I was the one here with him. I never fathomed having a man in my room, but there Jaxson was. Tattoos covered his abdomen and chest all the way up to his neck. Some were color, some black shading, all told a story I wished to know.
“Like what you see?” he asked cockily.
I giggled. All I could do was giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush. If I wasn’t so happy and at peace, I would have been disgusted with myself. With the upcoming conversation bringing a dark cloud in my mind, I absorbed the giddiness and let it soothe the rawness I was experiencing.
Climbing onto the bed, I snuggled close to him and took a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent. His strong arms wrapped me up in a protective cocoon. Soothing hands ran along my spine as I took comfort in his touch.
Gathering all of the courage I possessed, I blurted, “I have a stalker.”
I revealed everything. Any and all the details from the moment Paul came into my life until the current moment I was in.
Baring my soul, sharing my torment, and releasing the heavy burden was freeing in a way I couldn’t have predicted. Having someone who might truly believe me was mind-blowing and gave me hope the future wasn’t as shitty as I thought it would be.
As I laid there, ordering the events of my life in my mind, I focused on the weight that was about to be lifted off of my shoulders and the relief that would settle in. I should have been considering how my past would affect Jaxson. I was so fucking happy to be ridding myself of this burden. Finally, I was not alone, and I didn’t even question how Jaxson would react.
Chapter Ten
Jaxson
Out of everything I could have possibly guessed as to what kept Evyn on edge all of the time, I sure as hell had not expected what came out of her mouth. It made a sick sort of sense, considering how standoffish and secretive she was.
With a calm I did not feel, I questioned her, “What do you mean, you have a stalker?”
“Exactly what I said,” she said, exhaling heavily.
She burrowed into my chest, and my fingers automatically started sifting through her soft hair. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head in hopes of showing her it was safe to continue her story, I waited with bated breath to see what else she had to say.
“Let me start at the beginning.” She sighed in resignation.
“Start wherever you want, baby,” I reassured her.
Clearly, this was going to be a painful story to tell, and I wanted to make it as easy as possible for her. Tightening my arm around her body, I tangled our legs togeth
er. Pressing another soft kiss to the top of her head, one of my hands traced random patterns on her hip while the other gently played with her hair.
After clearing her throat, her soft voice filled the air, “One day, I got home from school to find a U-Haul truck in my driveway. There was a crew of movers moving all of our stuff up in the truck, which wasn’t much considering we lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment. My dad took off not long after my mom told him she was pregnant. I don’t even know who my dad is. Ever since I could remember, my mom was chasing men, saying it was our only way out. We butted heads more than once over the years over the assholes she dated and allowed into the house when she wasn’t there.”
“Did any of them hurt you?” I asked in a very controlled tone.
I didn’t want to spook her and have her clam up, but I had to know. I had to know each of the demons I was up against. It didn’t hurt to have a list of assholes who needed to be taught some manners, either.
“No,” she expressed adamantly, lifting her head to stare into my eyes. “I was on the receiving end of a lot of nasty, disgusting looks, but that’s as far as it went. I spent a lot of time at my best friend’s house during those times. I had a safe place to go.”
“I’m glad you had that,” I whispered as she settled back down on my chest.
“I was so confused about the whole situation. I mean, we had been evicted more times than I could count, but somehow, this time felt different. She was smiling and running around, packing up like it was the best thing in the world. When I asked her what the hell was happening, she told me she married ‘the love of her life,’ squealing like a little girl. She got married at the courthouse that same fucking day to a man I had never met before without saying shit to me. She rambled on and on about how great he was, his beautiful house, the neighborhood was so much better than our current one, and we were going to have the best life from there on out. She had no qualms about moving her fifteen-year-old daughter in with total strangers. It was going to be great.”
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