Jaxon: Heroes at Heart

by Maryann Jordan

  He shook his head. “I have no idea. I just know that I feel a pull to be with you.”

  “Well, then, I’m flattered.”

  He leaned forward but stopped a whisper away. “I’m the one who’s flattered you’re here with me.”

  A slight sigh escaped her lips at his words and he moved in, his mouth moving over hers, the electricity between them jolting through his body. She yielded and he pressed her body into his, feeling her arms wind around his neck, holding tight.

  8

  With his lips latched onto hers, Jaxon moved down the hall toward the bedroom, stopping just as they reached the bed. He allowed Morgan’s body to slide down so that her feet landed on the floor. She was tall, but even in her boots she was still inches below him. He moved his hands to the little buttons on her shirt, stunned to find them shaking.

  His usual one-night flings found he and the woman throwing clothes off willy-nilly, but with Morgan, he wanted to take it slow, unveil her a little at a time. Finally getting to the last button, he drew the shirt down her arms and let it fall to the floor. His gaze dropped to her breasts, the mounds plump over the top of her lacy bra. Not overly large, they filled his hands as he palmed the pliant flesh before sliding the straps over her shoulders. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed, as her breasts were freed and the bra floated away.

  She licked her lips nervously and glanced down at his hands. “Sometimes I feel like I’m more muscle than…um…curves.”

  “It’s all the swimming,” he surmised correctly. “And it’s fucking gorgeous.”

  As her bra fell away he bent to take a nipple in his mouth, the delicate bud taut, and sucked hard as he moved his hands to her jeans zipper. At the same time, she fumbled with the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to lift it over his abs and head.

  He assisted by grabbing it and, with a jerk, sent it flying across the room. Her gaze raked over his naked chest and her lungs inflated as she sucked in a deep breath. He knew women lusted after his body, and he was not above flaunting it when getting naked, but her heated gaze was different. Less predatory. More appreciative.

  “You work out,” she breathed. “But, then, I bet with your job you have to stay in shape, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes still roving over his shoulders, biceps, chest, and abs with her fingers trailing along the muscle ridges.

  “Required physical training,” he responded, pleased that she recognized the hard work.

  She pushed back slightly and sat on the edge of the bed. Lifting her foot, she pulled off one boot, letting it drop to the floor before pulling off the second one. As he watched, he jolted into action, toeing off his own boots, kicking them into the pile with hers.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her backward. She landed against the soft, plush comforter, a grin wide on her face. He leaned over and moved her hands out of the way, unzipping her jeans. Sliding them down her long legs, he hooked his thumbs in her panties at the same time, divesting her of all clothing.

  Standing, he stared in awe, looking down at the perfect female form lying on his bed. Natural beauty. Athletic. Curves and muscles in all the right places. Swallowing deeply, he scanned her from head to toe.

  “Aren’t you a little overdressed?” she asked, her smile wide as she grinned up at him.

  “Oh, yeah,” he agreed, shucking his jeans and boxers faster than he had ever undressed, fisting his cock.

  Staring at the perfect vision of masculinity standing before her, Morgan could not tear her eyes away from his cock, jutting out from his body, long and thick, with veins bulging from the sides and pre-cum beading from the head. She dragged a ragged breath into her lungs, realizing she had never just stared at a man’s cock before. It had always been put to quick use, but not admired.

  He grinned as he bent over, snagging his wallet from his jeans on the floor, and pulled out a long strip of condoms, tossing them to the bed beside her.

  She twisted her neck to the side and looked at the packets lined up next to her head. Quirking an eyebrow as she looked back up at him, she asked, “Feeling extra lucky tonight?”

  Kneeling on the floor, his head disappearing between her knees, he said, “Just having the honor of you in my bed makes me all kinds of lucky already.”

  Jaxon’s hands went to her bent knees, opening her up to him while at the same time, aligning her just as he needed. Her legs fell open and one of his hands slid up to her belly, his fingers spread wide, pressing into the flesh while he nuzzled her sex. The scent of arousal filled his nostrils and his cock twitched in impatience.

  Morgan gasped as he delved in, licking her folds before plunging his tongue in. “Oh…” she groaned, unable to come up with a better response as her fingers clutched the material underneath her. She lifted her head, seeing moonlight through the blinds sending spears of light across his face as he peered up at her.

  She finally managed to snake her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, which caused the curls to stand on end. Loving the feel, she lost hold as he latched onto her clit and all thoughts of her hands in his hair flew from her mind, her entire being centered on what was happening between her legs. It had been a while since she had last had a boyfriend and she shied away from casual sexual partners, so her body was primed and ready to explode. The coils tightened and her breaths came in pants as his ministrations continued.

  The taste of her was nectar and Jaxon inhaled deeply as he continued to swirl his tongue around her folds, inserting a finger deep inside her sex. Tweaking at just the right angle, he felt her orgasm as she cried out.

  He slowly eased away from her intoxicating sex and trailed kisses along her hip bone to her tummy, to her breasts, where he lavished attention on each one. Moving upward, he continued to lick and kiss his way to her mouth.

  Morgan’s hands clutched his shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. She had never flown apart with such abandon. She tasted herself on his tongue as it tangled with hers and the unfamiliar scent was heady.

  He lifted up on his knees, his legs straddling her body, and hesitated. “I want you, Morgan. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something…or someone, so much. I’ve got no idea what it is about you, but I want you…but only if you’re sure. If not, then we stop right here, and I’ll consider myself to be lucky to have been gifted with what you’ve given me so far.”

  Her chest heaved with emotion as her lips curved into a smile. Lifting her hands, she gripped his thick thighs, saying, “I want this. I want you. Please.”

  His smile matched hers as he rolled the condom over his cock and, leaning forward, placed his hands on the mattress behind her head. With his face suspended, almost nose to nose, he held her gaze and said, “A beauty like you should never beg. This is all my pleasure.” Lining up the tip to her entrance, he plunged in swiftly, settling to the core in one thrust.

  The tightness rocked him, and Jaxon sucked in a shuddering breath, unsure if he was about to be unmanned and go off like a teenager. Her eyes had closed as she bit her bottom lip and he was glad she was not staring at him as he attempted to gain control over his over-eager dick.

  As he held himself steady, her eyes popped open and even in the dim light he could see the blueness, holding him captive.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, and he heard the nervousness in her shaky voice.

  “Yeah,” he managed to say. Clearing his throat, he added, “Just needed a moment…this is too fuckin’ perfect to rush it through.”

  Once more, a beautiful smile spread across her face.

  Sliding out slowly, he plunged back into her heat, then began a steady rhythm, rocking her body. He linked fingers with hers, keeping their hands pinned next to her head as they stared into each other’s eyes. The intimate act of clasped hands felt unfamiliar and yet, it made him feel more connected to this woman than he had ever felt to anyone before. The comparison with the typical physical-only fucks he experienced shocked
him. For the first time, he realized what Zander, Rafe, and Cael must have felt when they connected to the women in their lives.

  He kissed her forehead before sliding his lips over her closed eyes, cheeks, and down to the pulse point at her neck, reveling in her petal soft skin and the shivers that he felt against his lips.

  Emotions slid through Morgan, surprising in their depths. A quick fuck, a fun night, a chance to blow off sexual steam. That was what this was supposed to be about. But as she drowned in his dark chocolate eyes, her sex alive with vibration and the heat of friction, she wondered how she would ever have casual sex again. If it was possible for nonexistent bells to ring, she heard them. He was ruining her for any other man.

  Refusing to give in to the urge to tell him all her thoughts, she concentrated on the physical connection as his body connected with hers. The electricity that snapped deep inside her core seemed to permeate the room until nothing else existed but the two of them. Lifting her legs higher, she dug her heels into his ass and squeezed her thighs together around his waist. Seeing his eyes widen, she grinned. “Told you my legs were strong.”

  Jaxon bent his head to take her lips, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. Tasting, delving, exploring. He stole her breath, feeling her sex tighten, and mumbled, “You close?”

  As she nodded, he unlatched her fingers from his left hand and slid it over her breast, down her tummy, and to the area pressed between them. Tweaking her swollen bud, he felt her go over the edge, her inner muscles grabbing his cock as she cried out his name.

  Following her, he lifted his head, the cords in his neck tight as he roared out his orgasm, pumping until there was nothing left. It felt as though his soul had left his body and had floated somewhere above as he crashed next to her.

  Barely managing to shift to the side, he kept one thigh thrown over hers, one arm draped across her chest, and his face nuzzled into her neck. Not sure if he could move, he came to the realization that he did not have a desire to move…and certainly did not have a desire for her to leave.

  Morgan lay, partially underneath him, his heavy body feeling warm and comforting, not sweaty and irritating. The urge to figure out when it would be socially acceptable to get dressed and leave was nowhere to be found. All she wanted was to lay, sated, wrapped in this man’s arms. And she knew this was dangerous. Her life had no room for a complication like Jaxon Chapman.

  Before she had a chance to speak, he lifted his head and stared into her eyes, a smile playing about his lips. “Jesus, baby, that was amazing.”

  A giggle slipped out and she said, “Glad I wasn’t a disappointment.”

  “Fuck, no way could you disappoint.”

  “Uh…” she said, hesitantly, “should I…uh…get ready to—”

  His whole body jerked as he bit out, “No way. This was only the beginning of the night. I want you here for round two and three.” Seeing her lifted eyebrows, he grinned. “Maybe we’ll stop after three. We’ll have to see how much you wear me out.”

  “Then it’s a good thing I’ve got great stamina,” she laughed.

  Jaxon bent to kiss her lips, memorizing the feel of the soft satin against his. Touching the tip of his tongue to hers, he said, “Oh, yeah. Great stamina, among other things.”

  The early morning dawn was streaking faint light across the bed when Morgan opened her eyes. Turning her head, she stared at the utterly male specimen she was pressed next to. From his hair, now standing on end from the night’s activities and her hands constantly tugging at the curls, to his muscular biceps, chest, and abs that were on display, as the sheet had managed to slip to his waist. Even though she could not see them, she knew his thighs were drool-worthy and the cock that rested between would make most grown women weep with joy.

  Sleep had been elusive with their antics during the night, but she felt rested and sated. Her muscles were relaxed and energy she did not know she possessed ran through her. But, now, it was a day of practice. And her father.

  Slipping from his bed, she stood and stared. He said he never brought women here and, yet, he did not hesitate with me. The idea that it might be because she could be someone special in his life hit her, but that thought was dismissed quickly. Even if she desired it, it was not meant to be. Not now. Not with everything going on in her life.

  Quietly dressing, she kept an eye on Jaxon, but he did not stir. Unable to keep the grin from her face, she watched as his face twitched slightly, as though he were dreaming. He looked like such a little boy when he slept.

  That thought had her cross over the living room to stare at the photograph on the wall once more. She wondered about his foster upbringing and the other boys. “The others are my brothers, if not of blood.” Remembering his words from the night before, she sighed. Unable to presume the significance, she nonetheless felt peace seeing the huge, happy smiles on all their faces. Was I ever that happy as a child? Unwilling to let her mind slide down that path, she walked to the door and quietly opened it.

  With one last look behind at the large, loft apartment, she sighed. What would it be like to stay and be a part of his world? Closing the door behind her, she headed to the street, calling for a taxi.

  9

  Jaxon stood at his kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee, his heart heavy. He had awoken to the memory of a night like he had never had before, paired with an empty bed. He could not believe he had slept so soundly. I’m usually the one who is up early, leaving before things get complicated.

  He spent a moment trying to convince himself that it was better she had left, but quickly dismissed that thought. The truth staring him in the face was that he really liked her…wanted to be with her more. She was not a one-and-done.

  Sighing, he tossed back the rest of his now lukewarm coffee and headed to the shower. He had five days on shift and no time to stay at home moping about her walking out. Looking into the mirror after taking a swipe at the condensation, he stared at his body. Tiny marks left by fingernails, scratched on his chest and shoulders, were visible. His cock jumped at the memory. He hurried to dress, but the vision of her clothes tossed on the floor, tangled with his, hit him as he walked through the bedroom.

  A flash of silver caught his eye and he looked down at the rug. Bending down, he spied a tiny silver earring, a mermaid dangling from the hoop. Picking it up, he held it in his palm for a moment before closing his fingers around it.

  Thirty minutes later he closed his door, the idea of a trip to the sports arena sliding through his mind. Just to return the earring. With that thought, he grinned as he headed to his Jeep.

  “Ma’am, just put a towel over you and we can come in,” Jaxon shouted through the door. Looking at Bob, he heaved a sigh. Twisting his head, he watched Mary climb the steps. “Think you’d better go in first, Mary. She’s screaming that she’s naked and we can’t come in yet.”

  Mary nodded, then knocked on the door and said, “Female coming in.” She opened the door and hustled through, but he could hear sputtering of “close the door!” coming from the woman.

  “Do we get many calls like this?” Bob asked, his eyebrows hitting his hairline.

  “More than I’d like to remember,” he replied. The 9-1-1 call had come from the woman’s child who had heard her mother screaming. While taking a bath, she had stuck her toe in the faucet and it had become stuck. Unable to get it out, she was floundering in the bathwater, although not in danger of drowning. She managed to open the plug, so the water had drained, but she was nonetheless trapped.

  Mary opened the door and waved for them to come in. The woman was partially covered with a floral housecoat and had a pair of panties pulled up one leg in a desperate attempt to salvage her modesty.

  As Phil, a fireman, came into the small room, Mary slipped to the side, not needed but providing female support to the horrified woman.

  “Hey, Mrs. Walker,” he said, kneeling at her head and putting a blood pressure cuff on her arm. “While Phil here takes a look at getting your
toe free, I’ll check you out to make sure everything else is okay.”

  Within a few minutes, he ascertained that her blood pressure and heart rate were only slightly elevated, so Bob moved back with Mary while he looked to the fireman.

  “It’s wedged in tight,” Phil said. “I’m gonna have to cut the faucet from the tub so we’ll have more leverage to grease it down to get her loose.”

  Covering her foot, as well as the rest of her body, he watched as Phil and another fireman expertly cut the metal faucet. Once free from the tub, they moved to lift the woman from her enamel prison.

  Setting her on the toilet seat, they knelt and placed lubricant tubes at the cut end of the faucet, squirting the slick gel as deeply around her toe as they could.

  The woman winced but held back her tears. “What if it doesn’t work?”

  “Don’t worry, Mrs. Walker, I’ve never seen Phil not be able to get someone unstuck from anything.”

  “Cora!” a scream came from downstairs. The clomp of boots on the stairs indicated more people were approaching.

  Twisting his head around, he growled to Mary, “What now? Who’s with the daughter?”

  “Policewoman is downstairs with her. Don’t know who’s coming up.”

  Rounding the top of the stairs, a portly man, his cheeks red, pushed his way to the bathroom door. “Cora, what the hell did you do?”

  Her face crumpled in tears as she said, “Nothing. I was just taking a bath.”

  “Then how the hell did you end up with your toe stuck, my tub ruined, and all these people in our goddamn bathroom?”

  Standing, he faced a man who was clearly Mr. Walker and said, “Sir, at this moment, we need your wife calm and cooperating.”