Jaxon_Kings of Denver

by Sheridan Anne

  His lips come down on mine and I have to pull away before I get lost in his kiss. “No,” I pant, “I need you now.”

  He grins and pushes himself up off the bed and I must say, the undone belt buckle on the low riding dark jeans with no shirt, showing off the magnificent ‘V’ and perfect sculptured abs and chest. WOW, I could come before he even touches me.

  He smirks as he watches me checking him out. “See something you like?” he teases as he kneels one knee on the end of the bed, reaches forward, grabs me under my knees and hauls me to the end of the bed so just my legs are dangling off.

  He takes my knees and slowly separates them as if he is opening a long-awaited gift. His eyes flame and I can’t hold back any longer. “You need to touch me now, Jax,” I demand.

  “With pleasure,” he groans as he drops to his knees before me and throws my legs over his shoulders.

  Holy shit, this man is hot.

  He dives in like a fucking pro on Christmas morning and I’m instantly seeing stars, in fact, I see stars four glorious times before he collapses on the bed beside me, utterly spent.

  “Wow,” I pant as I try to catch my breath. “You can come over here and do that any time you please,” I grin.

  He lets out a laugh before pulling his jeans back on. “In that case, I better feed you so you have enough energy for tomorrow night.”

  “Is that a promise?” I ask, getting out of bed on shaky legs and slipping on my silk nighty.

  “Fuck,” Jax says taking in my attire, “It’s a damn guarantee if you’re going to be wearing that,” he says as he pulls me into his hard body and lets his hands roam over me, feeling the silk under his fingers.

  “Well, if you give me a little warning next time, I bet I could find something a little more exciting than this,” I grin, thinking of the whole Victoria’s Secret collection in my top drawer.

  We head back out to the lounge room to find Bri asleep on the couch with the empty pizza box resting on her full tummy. With a chuckle, Jax pulls out his phone and takes a quick picture before explaining himself. “It’s Bri,” he says, “I’m bound to blackmail her one of these days, especially with you as her roommate.”

  I roll my eyes and watch as he swiftly picks her up off the lounge and pops her down in her bed. He returns a moment later with a DVD from her room and orders Chinese while remembering all my favourite dishes. He slides the disc into place and snuggles with me on the lounge until the food comes, reminding me of the millions of times we did this as kids.

  I have barely finished my dinner before I’m also falling asleep on the lounge. I’m pretty sure Jax finishes the movie with me snoring on his shoulder before he dumps me in my own bed with a kiss on the cheek.

  I wake to my alarm and groan as Bri comes bounding in at six in the morning. Why the hell did we make this stupid pact to run every damn morning? “Oh, thank god,” she says in relief, noticing that Jax didn’t stay the night. “I wasn’t sure if I’d walk in on your morning screw or not.”

  “You could have always knocked,” I suggest.

  “Oh hell no,” she laughs, “I mean, I don’t want to see you getting it on but I’m sure watching Jax would be a real treat.”

  “Ugh, you’re so annoying,” I laugh as I get out of bed and pull on my training crop and running shorts.

  “I know,” she smiles, “But you love it. Now, let’s go.”

  I follow her out of our house while I tie my hair back and attempt to close the door behind me with my ass. The chilly Denver morning has me desperately wanting to rush back inside to my warm bed but I am not that weak. I shook on this stupid pact and I will see it through.

  We start off with a slow jog to get our bodies warmed up before getting into a proper run when a shiver takes over my body. I glance around me, having the strangest feeling that I can sense someone’s eyes on me. I take a good look but in the darkness, I find nothing. I’m probably just imagining things.

  I turn back to face the path, only to have my strange feelings and thoughts interrupted by chatty Cathy next to me. “So, what’s the story with Jax?” Bri asks. “Last I heard you were heading to the wedding with a broken heart and now he is showing up at our door with dinner for me and three orgasms for you.”

  “Four orgasms actually, but thanks for keeping count,” I laugh.

  “What are friends for,” she grins.

  I roll my eyes and get on with the story. “My stupid brother invited him to be one of his groomsmen at the wedding. None of the pricks decided it was a good idea to tell me though.” I explain.

  “Yeah, I kind of figured he was at the wedding,” she muses. “But it doesn’t explain how things changed.”

  “Well, if you’d quit interrupting me, I would be able to tell you,” I say as I give her a pointed look. She holds her hands up in surrender then makes a show of zipping her lips and throwing away the key. I roll my eyes at her maturity levels but can’t help cracking a smile. “Well, it was up to the speeches part of the night and Logan and Carter mentioned our parents so naturally, I got all emotional and started crying so I ducked outside and Jax followed me out. He made me feel better before he tore into me with an interrogation and I guess he finally got the answers he was after because he seemed… I don’t know, at ease, I guess.”

  “Wow,” she says. “So, what does this mean? Are you guys back together now?”

  “Honestly, I have no idea,” I tell her with a sigh. “He hasn’t really told me where we stand so I guess I’m just taking what I can get at the moment.”

  She seems deep in thought for a moment before cringing and turning to me, “And if he is still screwing around and giving the rest of the girls on campus anything they can get?”

  “Then, you may as well shoot me now,” I tell her. She gives me a look to suggest I’m being a moron which I must agree, I might have taken that a little too far. “Look,” I say, explaining myself. “You and I know two very different Jaxon’s. You know him as the trophy-winning manwhore of campus, where I know him as the man who loved and protected me since I was a kid. He has strong values and is a respectable man, no matter who he portrays himself to be now, I guess I just have faith that while he is trying to sort out this thing with me that he wouldn’t consider sleeping with someone else.”

  She watches me for a moment and must decide she likes what she is seeing and moves on. “Ok,” she says with a nod, “Out of everyone on campus, you’re the only one who knows the real Jaxon so I’m going to take your word for it.”

  “Thank you,” I smile as we head around a corner.

  “So, what do you think is holding him back?” She asks.

  “My guess is the fact that I left before. I mean, he is a man, he isn’t going to admit to me that he is scared of getting hurt but I think that’s what it is. I hurt him really bad when I left and I don’t think he trusts me anymore.”

  “Well, that’s a simple fix. You need something to prove to him that you’re in it for the long haul,” she says.

  “And what would that be?” I ask.

  “I’m not sure you’re going to like the idea, but I’m just going to put it out there. It’s totally artificial but I think it just might work.” She says before becoming mute and concentrating on her run. Great, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what the little she-devil has in mind.

  We turn another corner and I instantly see the group of guys heading our way on the opposite side of the road, though, today we will play it smart. I am not getting thrown over any shoulders this morning. The boys come nearer and I can’t help but grin at Jax.

  I have absolutely no plan in mind but I give him an evil smirk and cross the road to run directly in front of him, the same way he had done to me. His eyes narrow on mine and my smirk gets bigger but he doesn’t move. Damn it, the guy is calling my bluff. He grows closer and I do the only thing I can possibly think of. “Get ready to bolt,” I murmur to Bri as I reach behind her and pluck the little water bottle out of the special waistband of he
r shorts.

  I pop the lid as quickly as possible and drench Jax just as fast. His mouth pops open as he registers what the hell is going on. I see the look in his eyes before he even moves. I scream for mercy and take off like a bat out of hell, dragging Brianna behind me.

  We have to stop running as we catch our breaths and walk for a minute. “He is going to get you back for that,” she warns me.

  “I know,” I grin, absolutely loving these little games with Jax. “I can’t wait.”

  We get back into our jog when another runner passes us and does a double take. “Oh hey,” he says, backing up and jogging backward in front of us so that we don’t have to stop. Something pulls at a memory as I take the guys face in but I can’t for the life of me remember why but something is screaming at me that it’s not good.

  “Um, hello,” I say as Bri gives him a slightly awkward wave.

  “You’re Cass right?” he asks with an odd look in his dark eyes, a look that tells me he doesn’t actually need my clarification. I can’t explain it but something is putting me on edge with this guy. I give a hesitant nod before he continues. “I’m Matt, I’m kind of that dickhead who groped you at Micky’s the other week.”

  “What?” I ask in shock as I stumble over my own feet. Holy shit. This is the guy who practically attacked me at Micky’s, had Jax not been there I probably would have ended up bruised and bloodied in the back alley behind the bar, actually, what am I saying? He did leave me bruised and bloodied.

  “Yeah,” he cringes. “I, ah, just wanted to apologise about that.”

  “Oh, um,” I say a little uncomfortable, desperately needing to get away from this guy. “Yeah, it’s fine,” I say hoping that’s enough to send him on his way.

  “What?” Brianna barks out in horror, startling us both. “It’s not ok,” she demands then gets right into the guys face as anger radiates all over her. “You touched her when she said no. You ground your dirty, sweaty body into her when she said no. You kissed her neck after she said no. You wanted more when she struggled against you,” she continues as her face starts turning red. “You bruised her skin and tried to force your hand down her pants. None of that is ever ok. She was lucky that Jax was there to knock your sorry ass out or she probably would have ended up in the hospital completing a rape kit.”

  Woah. Go, girl.

  Matt’s eyes grow dark and angry and he leans over Bri, getting back in her face. “I’m not a rapist,” he roars at her. I notice his fists beginning to clench into fists at his side and it looks like he is physically trying to hold himself back from hitting her.

  Where the hell is the bunch of hockey boys when you need them?

  “Could have fooled me,” Brianna grunts then takes a calming breath. “Look, I don’t know you. I doubt it but you might even be a nice guy when you’re not drunk, but the way you acted against Cass at Micky’s was unacceptable and quite honestly, it freaked out every woman in that bar. You need to get yourself help or you’re going to end up in a jail cell.”

  He scowls down at her before glancing back at me with narrowed eyes and taking off. “Holy shit,” I say to Cass. “You really put the fucker in his place.”

  “Yeah, I did,” she grins then admits, “I’ve actually been thinking about that a lot. I’ve had the whole speech planned out for weeks now.”

  “I can only imagine,” I laugh as we pick up where we left off.

  “I can’t believe you were going to let him off the hook,” she says.

  “I know, I didn’t want to but the guy gives me the creeps, I just wanted him gone,” I tell her.

  “Yeah, I get it,” she says. “But I think guys like that, who think its ok to act that way towards women need to be put in their place.”

  “Agreed,” I sigh. “Let’s just hope we never have to see the bastard again.”

  We cut our run short and head home before getting on with our day. I finish classes just after lunch and am heading home when I get a call from Bri. “Hey where are you?” she asks.

  “Just about home, why?”

  “Oh good,” she says a little too giddy which puts me on edge. “You know how we were talking about doing something to prove to Jax that you’re committed?”

  “Yes,” I say slowly.

  “Awesome,” she sings through the phone. “I’ll meet you in ten.”

  Damn her. If only I could read her mind.

  Bri gets home a few minutes after me and instantly grabs my car keys before physically putting me in my passenger’s seat and driving off. “Where are you taking me?” I ask, warily.

  “Can’t tell you. You’ll think about it too much and back out.”

  I let out a groan but don’t bother pushing her on it. I know it’s no use, she’ll never crack.

  “Hey,” I ask as she hums away to herself while navigating the afternoon traffic. “Did you steal my favourite black lace panties?”

  “Eh?” she grunts looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t want your dirty ass underwear. Who knows where that shit’s been?”

  I roll my eyes. “So that’s a no?” I clarify.

  “Hell yes, it’s a no,” she laughs. “Did you check the laundry? Sometimes the machine eats my socks or maybe it got stuck behind the vanity in the bathroom,” she suggests with a secretive grin. “I’ve lost a few things behind there.”

  I ignore her later comments. “I’ve checked everywhere, even the washing machine, they’re not there. I’ve pretty much turned the whole house upside down,” I sulk.

  She cracks a grin. “Maybe Jax stole them. He might have become sentimental of his conquests over the past three years. He probably has a drawer full of used panties with a polaroid picture of the girl passed out afterward stapled to them.”

  “Ugh,” I groan. “Jax isn’t a creepy fetish guy.”

  She shrugs her shoulder. “Just saying. How well can anyone truly know another person?”

  The conversation is cut short when she starts reverse parking my car like a pro. We hop out of the car and she loops her arm through mine and starts leading me through a maze of shops. She stops by a liquor shop and grabs a bottle of vodka before silently continuing her journey.

  My nerves start to spike. Where the hell is she taking me?

  “Better start drinking,” she says, handing me the bottle. I reluctantly take it and crack the seal before taking a burning sip.

  She suddenly takes a turn into an open shop and I have to backtrack to get a good look at where the hell we are when her plan becomes extremely clear. “What?” I shriek, “You want me to get a tattoo?”

  “No,” she says. “I want you to get your nipples pierced,” she tells me with as much sarcasm as she can possibly muster up before breaking out into a wide grin. “Yes, dumbass. You’re getting a tattoo,” she says, “You better make it something symbolic between you two as well.”

  “Oh my god, Bri. This idea is ridiculous,” I tell her.

  “No, sweet cheeks. It’s fantastic.”

  I have to admit, her plan does have a little merit. If Jax can see that I’m dedicated enough to get something permanently put on my skin to symbolise how much I love him then surely, he can see that I’m here for good, right?

  I lift the bottle of vodka to my lips and take a deep pull before turning to the man behind the counter. “Let’s do this shit.”

  Chapter 16

  Jaxon

  I walk up the driveway I have recently become very familiar with. I raise my hand to knock on the door when I see two faces peering out the curtains, watching me. One with lust and the other with absolute devastation.

  Rather than knock, I push through the door and stand in the hallway. I narrow my eyes at them as I try to figure out what the hell they are up to. They both kneel under the window with their heads turned in my direction. I raise a questioning eyebrow and they fall into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

  I look around the room to find an almost finished bottle of vodka and it clicks. These chicks are well
on their way to being wasted. As they roll around on the floor trying to contain themselves, I scoop up the bottle and head into the kitchen to put it on the highest shelve of the pantry knowing it would be too much effort for these idiots to bother to get it down.

  I smirk to myself before heading back into the lounge room to find the girls finally recovered and scowling at me with their hands on their hips. “Excuse you, Mr. Big Shot Hockey Guy,” Cass starts off, pointing her finger at me, “Where the hell do you get off waltzing in here, disturbing our afternoon and taking away our drink?” she demands.

  “And where the hell is my pizza?” Brianna asks as her eyes narrow in on me.

  “I assume you’re here to try and get me on my back?” Cass continues with attitude before wagging her finger in my face. “But don’t even think about it, Mister. I’m not one of your little hussies who’s going to open my legs at your say so.”

  “That’s right, sister.” Brianna adds, “You tell him.” They give each other a sideways glance before lifting their hands in a high five.

  Jesus Christ. Save me.

  I focus all my attention on my girl. “Cassandra Waters shut the fuck up,” I demand and wait for her attention to fall back to me. “First of all, I am here to ask if you wanted to go to dinner with me but apparently you’re a little too tanked and secondly,” I say, annoyed that I’m having to even say this. “If you happen to end up on your back at the end of the night then that’s a win for both of us but if you must know, I damn well know you’re not some cheap hussy. I would never treat you that way. I haven’t been with anyone else since the day I saw you in that damn class. You’re in my head Cass, the same way you used to be.”

  She gives me a dreamy smile with glassy eyes and starts to say something when Brianna cuts her off, “Aww,” she says, looking just as dreamy as Cass does, “He loves you.”

  I roll my eyes ignoring Brianna because, let’s face it, both Cass and I know I never stopped loving her, just admitting it out loud is the problem. I turn back to Cass who takes a step in my direction. “You want to take me to dinner?” she questions with excitement in those beautiful brown eyes.