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by Michele Notaro

  Chapter Three

  Symon

  When Jax and I made it outside, I felt really awkward. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where we stood. He’d been hanging all over me in the bar, and it had felt amazing, but how did I know if that was real or not? Had he been doing it just to make Tanner jealous? It’d seemed like it. Well, all except that last time when he’d been shaken up after I went to the bathroom. I wanted to ask him what had happened between him and Tanner to make him so upset, but I didn’t know if it was my place to.

  Jax grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together once we were on the sidewalk. Which was weird, considering Tanner was nowhere in sight. Maybe he hadn’t been pretending… or at least, not completely.

  “You okay?” Jax asked quietly.

  I took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

  He stopped walking and pulled me a little to face him. “What’s wrong?”

  I bit my lip, unsure of what to say, but then I figured I may as well be honest because, at this point, there was nothing to lose. If he said something I didn’t like, I’d just go home alone. Like I did every single other night. I puffed out my cheeks before saying, “I just don’t know what we’re doing here. I know you were just trying to make your ex jealous in there, but then you came out here with me, and you’re holding my hand and… I just don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment, then stared at me with an intensity I wasn’t used to. “I want you. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. The only reason I went up to you earlier is because I wanted to get to know you. The Tanner thing was just a distraction and,” he smirked and lifted a shoulder, “maybe I used it to my advantage to get closer to you.” He stepped closer to me.

  I looked up at him. “Wh-what are you doing?”

  His smirk grew a little, one corner of his mouth lifting in a sexy smile. He lifted his free hand and brushed his thumb over my cheek, then wrapped his hand around the back of my neck with his fingers in my hair at my nape. Jax slowly lowered his face until his nose brushed against mine. I was frozen in place, waiting to see what he’d do next as I stared at him with wide eyes. But then he gently pressed his lips to mine and suddenly, my whole body was on fire. I grabbed his arms and leaned into him completely, pressing my mouth harder against his lips. He groaned a little and flicked his tongue against my lips. I opened my lips and it was like I’d given him some ticket or sign that I was on board with this plan because before I realized what was happening, he was devouring my mouth. I could taste the beer on his tongue, but there was also a sweetness underneath that I couldn’t identify. It tasted so damn good, I wanted more of it.

  So I ran my hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him down to me more forcefully. He groaned again and tilted my head to deepen the kiss even further. He stepped closer to me until we were flush against each other, but then he kept walking and I found myself stepping backward with him until my back hit something—a wall, I thought. He pressed himself into me and ground his hips so I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. I rutted against him, desperate for some kind of friction of my own. He put his thigh between my legs and I rutted against it. Both of us moaned and kissed frantically.

  Jax broke the kiss, keeping his lips against mine as he spoke. “Come home with me, pumpkin.”

  It took a moment for my brain to process his words and when it did, my brow furrowed. “Pumpkin?”

  He grinned. “You’re sweet and sexy and adorable and,” he shrugged, “I dunno, pumpkin fits.”

  My eyebrows rose. That was… I didn’t know what that was.

  He kissed my lips, slow and sensual, then asked against them, “Come home with me?”

  He had me breathless and feeling like I could melt into a puddle right here, so all I could muster was, “Yes.”

  He smiled against my lips before he kissed me again, desperately exploring my mouth with his tongue. My whole body lit up like some kind of sex-crazed heathen. And I didn’t care one bit. If I felt this good with him kissing me, I couldn’t imagine how great it would feel if he fucked me.

  “Get an Uber,” I muttered against his mouth as I clawed at his back. I wanted him closer to me. I wanted him naked.

  Jax broke the kiss again and pulled out his phone. He texted and fiddled with it without moving away from me. He kept himself plastered against my body so our cocks were pressed against the others’. I couldn’t help but move a little while he figured out our ride, and he groaned again. “They’re ten minutes away.”

  I nodded and grabbed his head, pulling him back down to my mouth. We made out and ground together for that whole ten minutes without worrying one bit about the fact that we were doing it on a public sidewalk outside a gay bar. When we got into the car, Jax gave his address, then immediately started kissing me again. This time, it was softer, less desperate, but just as fucking hot. He kissed me the whole ride to his apartment, and I didn’t even care one bit about the driver in the front seat.

  Jax led the way up to his place, holding my hand and pulling me along, stopping to kiss me every once in a while. When he opened the door to his place, he yanked me in, slammed the door, and his mouth was on mine once again. He started walking me backward, and I had no idea where he was leading me, but soon, I found myself being pushed onto a bed with Jax hovering over me. He pushed my shirt up, so I sat up to take it off, then grabbed his and did the same. He lay over me, our skin brushing against one another. I could see tattoos over his chest, arm, and ribs, but I didn’t have time to explore them because his mouth was on mine again.

  He opened my pants and pulled them and my underwear off before he pulled off his own. Then he rutted against me so our erections rubbed against each other. Both of us gasped and I pulled him down on top of me so more of his body weight was on me.

  He ran his hands all over me, then whispered against my lips, “I want to fuck you. Is that okay, pumpkin?”

  My heart did a little flutter at the little term of endearment. When he’d said it earlier, I’d thought it was just a slip that he’d played off when I’d pointed it out. No one had ever called me pumpkin—or any other sweet endearment—before, and even though I figured he said that to all of his hookups, it still did funny things to my chest. Normally, I didn’t trust someone not to hurt me when I barely knew them, but for some reason, I trusted him. “Yes. Please.” I was breathless and desperate; I’d beg him if I had to.

  He must’ve heard the desperation in my voice because he smiled, then leaned over to get lube and a condom out of his nightstand. When his mouth was on mine again, he inserted a lubed-up finger into my entrance and I moaned loudly. I loved bottoming, and just thinking about having Jax’s cock inside of me was making me shiver and quiver around his finger.

  “You like that?” He kissed down my jaw.

  “Yes.” When he slipped two fingers inside, I groaned out, “More.”

  He obliged and added a third finger. It burned, but I didn’t care. I needed his cock in me asap. It’d been too long since I’d slept with anyone and way too long since someone had turned me on as much as Jax did. After he scissored me open for a few minutes, and he kissed and nipped my neck, chest, and nipples, I said, “I’m ready. Please, Jax.”

  “Mmm. I like when you say my name.”

  “Jax, please fuck me.”

  He kissed my lips and pulled his fingers out. “Roll over. On your knees.”

  Hell, yes. I immediately obeyed, getting up on my hands and knees with my ass pointed in his direction.

  Jax grabbed my butt and kneaded the muscles. “God, your round ass is so perfect.”

  “Please, Jax.” I couldn’t even form a sentence, but luckily, he seemed to understand because I heard him rip the condom open and a few seconds later, his fat cock was at my entrance.

  He held his cock with one hand, with his other hand on my hip, as he gently pressed himself inside. I bore down and pressed my ass back toward him, taking more of him into me. He moaned loudly
with me, then we both held still. When I felt ready, I pressed back again, and Jax seemed okay with letting me lead for the moment. He held my hips and never once pressed himself inside too fast or too deep, and the slow stretching burn felt amazing.

  When Jax was fully seated, he rubbed my back and ass, then leaned forward and pressed small kisses on my back. Once I adjusted enough, I leaned forward, then pressed back onto him again. The loud moaning coming from him was like music to my ears. He tightened his hold on my hips and slowly started speeding up until he was pounding me over and over.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, Sy.”

  I moaned in response.

  “I’m not gonna last, pumpkin,” he breathed out, then reached under me and started jacking my cock in time with his thrusts. He shifted his knees a little, and the change in angle made him hit my prostate, and I moaned and groaned and pressed back harder on him. “Found your spot, huh, pumpkin?” He sounded breathless. “You feel so damn good.”

  He suddenly started pounding into me even more forcefully, and I couldn’t take it anymore, I exploded all over his hand and the sheets as white-hot bliss shot through my entire body, making me quiver and quake in pleasure. Jax thrust a few more times, and he yelled my name as he shot his load into the condom in my ass.

  I fell forward onto my own mess, not caring one bit because I was too damn worn out after such a powerful orgasm. Jax fell on top of me, though he kept some of his weight on his elbows and knees. He lazily pressed kisses to my shoulders and neck. After a few minutes, he said, “Let me clean us up.” He pulled out of me, making me wince a little, then he got up completely and threw away the condom before disappearing out of the room.

  I lay there for a minute unsure of what to do with myself. I felt pretty boneless and didn’t really want to move, but I wasn’t sure what the protocol was right now. Did I stay? Did I leave? If I had to leave, could I use the bathroom first to clean myself off? Was this a one-night stand? It had to be, right? We’d met at a bar and hooked up. It wasn’t anything more than that, right? Even if I wanted it to be because he seemed like a nice guy, not to mention that had been the best sex I’d had in a long-ass time, if not ever.

  Before I could even move, Jax returned with a wet washcloth in his hand. “I’m turning on the light so we can clean up, yeah?”

  I cleared my throat. “Okay.”

  He hit the switch and I awkwardly climbed out of bed, utterly aware of my nakedness. But Jax was naked, too, so at least there was that. And holy hell was he hot. I hadn’t had proper time to really look at him yet, and now that I had, my cock twitched with interest even though I’d come so damn hard only minutes ago. Jax was filled with ridges of muscle. His abs, biceps, pecs, thighs, calves were all well-defined and oh so yummy, I wanted to lick each one with my tongue. His tattoos were perfectly placed along his ribs, over his hips and thigh, and the opposite shoulder and bicep. When he turned a little, I thought I saw some on his back, too, but I didn’t get a good enough look to know for sure. It was like his entire body was a flawless work of art. He was perfect and I looked like a freaking muscle-less, pale weirdo beside him. Why he’d wanted to sleep with me in the first place when he looked like that was completely beyond me. By the time I made my eyes look back at his face, I knew I’d been caught checking him out because he was smirking at me.

  That one corner of his mouth lifted a little higher as he stepped closer to me and whispered, “Like what you see?”

  I cleared my throat and looked off to the side, muttering, “Sorry.”

  He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger and made me look into his green eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I like the attention.”

  I licked my lips nervously and watched as his eyes caught the movement a second before he leaned down to kiss me softly. He kissed me like he meant it, not like he just wanted my body, but maybe a little bit like he just wanted me. Even if it made no sense, his kiss was almost too tender for me to believe he meant it any other way. When he leaned back, he smiled at me. I reached for the washcloth to wipe myself off, but he wouldn’t let me take it, and he wiped me off instead. Then he rubbed his thumb over my cheek again and asked, “Will you help me change the sheets?”

  “Uh, sure.”

  I still wasn’t sure if he wanted me to leave once we were finished or not, so I scooped up my boxer briefs and put them on before helping him finish pulling off the sheets. He frowned a little bit when he noticed my underwear, but didn’t say anything or make a move to get dressed himself. He pulled new sheets and a new comforter out of his hall closet, and we set about getting them on his bed. Once that was finished and the pillows had been thrown back on the bed, I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or where to go.

  My problem was solved when Jax walked back around his bed and cupped my cheek with his hand, pulling me into another sweet kiss that lasted so long, I had to grip his biceps to hold on and keep myself from falling with all the fluttering he had going on in my stomach.

  He broke the kiss and whispered, “Stay the night?” I licked my lips and didn’t know what to say or how to ask what I wanted to know. Luckily, Jax somehow understood because he said, “Stay the night with me, and let me make you breakfast in the morning. We can talk and maybe set up a time to go on a date?”

  I blinked in surprise at him, but then I smiled a little and whispered, “Okay.”

  Jax’s face broke out into a huge smile and he led me back to his bed where he pulled me into him and kissed me for so long we were both hard again. Then he sucked me off—and I returned the favor—before we promptly fell asleep.

  Jax

  Waking up with Symon in my arms was such a wonderful feeling. I knew we didn’t know each other well, but I couldn’t help but think that maybe we were meant to get to know each other. Despite the fact that I’d run into Tanner last night, which brought up a whole slew of unwanted emotions, Symon had helped me feel better, not just better, though, he made me feel good, great, wonderful, amazing. And I wasn’t just talking about the sex, either, although that in its own right was fan-fucking-tastic. I just meant with his presence. He somehow calmed me down, even when I felt like screaming. Last night when I’d been shaken up from Tanner, Symon hadn’t hesitated to try and make me feel better, even though he didn’t really know me.

  Symon stirred in my arms a little, so I nuzzled into the back of his neck and placed a small kiss there. “Good morning, Sy.”

  He grumbled a little, then suddenly seemed to realize where he was because he tensed in my arms and muttered, “Morning.”

  I smiled a little into the back of his neck. “You don’t need to be nervous. I’m not gonna bite you.”

  He blew out a breath and sagged into me a little. “I know, I’m just… not sure what this is or what we’re doing, so I don’t know how to act.”

  “Just be yourself, pumpkin. As for what this is, I’m hoping it’s the beginning of us dating each other, unless you only meant for this to be a one-time thing?” God, please don’t say that’s what you want.

  “No, that’s not… I’d like to go on a date with you.” He said it so quickly, it almost sounded like it was all one word.

  I chuckled a little. “Okay, great. How about we take a shower, and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

  He took a deep breath and blew it out. “Okay.”

  “Okay.”

  He went to get up, but I held my arm tight around him and started kissing the back of his neck. He was a little tense, but relaxed into me after a few minutes. I kissed his shoulder, then leaned up and kissed just under his ear before pulling his earlobe between my teeth, making him tremble against me. “Shower,” I whispered.

  He nodded and pulled away to climb out of bed. I stood and smiled at him as I led him into the bathroom and pulled out an extra toothbrush, handing it over. Once we’d both brushed our teeth, I grabbed his face and kissed him with everything I had.

  After our shower—where we jacked each other off while making
out—I brought him into my kitchen and had him sit at the little kitchen island so we could talk while I cooked. “What do you want for breakfast? Bacon, eggs, and toast?”

  He cleared his throat. “That’s fine, but, uh, I don’t eat red meat, so I won’t eat any bacon.”

  I froze halfway to the refrigerator. “What do you mean? You don’t eat red meat?”

  “Um, I don’t eat anything like cow or pig or whatever. I only eat chicken or turkey.”

  For some reason, he looked nervous again. “Oh, okay.” I shrugged. “No bacon, then.”

  “No, I don’t mean for you not to eat it.” His eyes were wide like he was scared this no red meat thing would be a deal breaker for me.

  I shot him a reassuring smile. “I don’t mind. But does that mean you don’t eat pork or anything like that?”

  He made a disgusted face, but tried to cover it up, and I laughed before reaching for the eggs in the fridge. He cleared his throat. “Nope, no pork or bacon or anything like that. Well, I eat turkey bacon, but not, you know, pig bacon.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shudder.

  I smiled a little. “Good to know. I love red meat. Steak is my favorite thing to eat; I hope that’s not… offensive to you or something.”

  “No, nope, not at all. I don’t care what anyone else eats, even if I think it’s gross. I just don’t want to eat it.”

  I cracked a couple eggs. “Can I ask you why you don’t eat it, or is that rude?”

  He laughed a little. “No, you can ask, I don’t mind. I’ve just never liked meat at all. I don’t even like eating chicken and turkey, but I do because I need protein. Sometimes I go through all-vegetarian spouts, but it’s kind of a pain. Especially if I go out somewhere or go over someone’s house or something. I hate making people feel like they have to accommodate me. But anyway, I don’t eat pig, especially, because my friend had this pet pig when I was a kid and he was so stinking cute. When he was little, he used to sleep in my lap. So once I got to middle school, I couldn’t really separate the two images of my friend’s pet and the pigs people eat, and it just really grossed me out, so I stopped eating it. I couldn’t eat it without feeling guilty or gross, so…” He shrugged. “As for the cow part, I don’t know, I guess I started picturing them as pets too.” Wow, that was the most he’d said at once.