The Jaxon Effect

by KC Michaels

  Jade was still looking pretty rough. Kenny really did a number on her, that cowardly bastard. She suffered several fractures in addition to the stab wound. Her face was bruised and there was swelling on her cranium. Kate fought to hold back the tears. She had to keep positive thoughts. Jade was going to come out of this okay. She had to believe. She witnessed far too many miracle recoveries since becoming a doctor, some of which she felt weren’t due to science alone. She had to believe.

  Unable to do much else for her friend Kate did her best with warm water and a washcloth to remove most of the dried blood from Jade’s face and the rest of her body. Detective Ramirez stopped in to see if she was able to give a statement yet, not realizing Jade had slipped in a coma. Ramirez informed Kate that they had an APB out on Kenny but so far he hadn’t turned up, and she reminded her to be careful until he was brought in. They managed to reach Steven but he couldn’t add any more to the story. This was good because at least Kate knew he wasn't a victim as well. There was a small part of her that feared had Kenny went after him too.

  Kate liked detective Ramirez. She seemed competent in her job and what she liked most about her was that she had genuine concern for Jade. She didn’t appear to be as detached as Kate expected she would. Not that she expected her to be inhumane and robotic but she had probably witnessed this type of thing on a number of occasions so it was surprising that Jade’s current case and her on-going personal safety appeared to be so important to her—beyond the scope of the job.

  Checking the time Kate realized the day had flown by. If everything went according to plan Jaxon would be picking her up out front in less than an hour. She didn’t actually ask him where he had planned on taking her and she hoped after dinner involved lots of sex.

  Kate was about to check the patient board when she ran into her boss, the chief of the ER, Dr. Richards. Doctor Richards was probably in his mid-forties to early fifties. Kate didn’t know for sure. He was a very attractive man with and athletic build, golden brown eyes and black hair that was greying slightly above the ears and Kate thought it added to his charm.

  “Kate can I see you in my office for a moment?”

  “Yes of course, Doctor Richards.”

  Kate followed him into his office. It was odd for him to do that, have a private word with her, so she assumed it had to be important. She took a seat in the chair opposite him. “Is there something wrong Doctor?”

  “No, of course not,” he answered. “I want to talk to you about a medical seminar that I am speaking at in three weeks in Chicago. I have also been asked to send a candidate from the ER to represent William Henry. Your name was mentioned in particular and I happen to agree with the recommendation. I think you are more than capable of bringing back new information and presenting it to everyone else. What do you think?”

  Kate wasn't sure what to say. She was honoured and if this were any other time she wouldn't hesitate.

  “This is a great opportunity for me and I might regret this later, but I'm not sure I want to leave town under the circumstances.”

  “Of course, how can I be so insensitive? Your best friend is lying in a hospital bed in a coma.”

  “No, the timing isn't your fault, and you aren’t being insensitive at all. I appreciate you offering me this opportunity.” She smiled at him; she did appreciate it.

  “Listen, let’s see how Jade progresses over the next week and we will take it from there. I have another week or so before I’m required to submit your name. It'll be another two weeks after that before the conference. A lot can happen between now and then.”

  Kate knew that was true. A lot had happened in just that past four days.

  “Thank you Dr. Richards you are very kind.” Kate felt the familiar buzz of her pager. “Looks like I'm needed in the ER. If that's everything I should go.”

  “Yes that's all, I better get going myself I have a consult with Doctor Ross in five minutes.” He looked at his watch. “Make that two minutes.”

  Kate walked out of Dr. Richard's office feeling a sense of pride. She had only been working in that ER for three years. There were other doctors that had been working there much longer than her but he still chose her to represent the department for this very hard-to-get-into conference. She had read about it in the monthly medical journal she subscribed to and it was considered the most informative, forward-thinking conference available. Spaces were limited and only those considered the best in their prospective fields were chosen to attend. This should have been one of the best days of her life. If it wasn’t for the fact her best friend was in a coma she would have considered the day perfect.

  At six pm Kate walked out of the front doors of the hospital where Jaxon said he would pick her up. She hadn't considered until now that he had had a whole day to change his mind. Kate scanned the street when she walked out of the hospital and she felt relief wash over her when she spotted him. He was leaning against his silver BMW with his legs crossed and his arms folded. He was dressed different than the last time she saw him. This time he was wearing a pair of old faded tight jeans and a brown leather bomber jacket. He looked so enticingly sexy that she couldn’t wait to get home with him—the hell with dinner. She wanted to feast on him. She wanted to momentarily forget all the bad again, lose herself in him.

  Jaxon spotted Kate coming out of the hospital right away. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him, stroking his ego. He was used to women looking at him like that all of the time, which normally annoyed the hell out of him. But in this case, it was exactly what he was hoping for. She was anticipating their evening as much as he was. This evening would include dinner, and if he played his cards right, sizzling hot sex for dessert. Shit, he formed a semi already. Maybe they could go straight for dessert.

  Kate stopped just in front of him. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” he said happy to finally see her again.

  “So how was your day?” she asked unable to contain the large smile that was on her face.

  “Long,” he said seductively. “I couldn't stop thinking about all of the ways I still haven't fucked you yet.”

  “Oh,” she replied, her voice taking on a higher pitch than usual.

  They stood there for a few minutes just looking into each other’s eyes. Words were failing them both. The need between them was so strong the slightest of movement seemed like far too much effort. They both snapped out of the visual foreplay at the sound of a horn.

  “I better get in the car,” Kate said smiling.

  She walked around the sleek silver sports car to the passenger side door, Jaxon slid into the driver’s seat. His semi had grown into a full blown erection and sitting was painful. But he wasn't complaining. The pain was a reminder of the pleasure that would come.

  Kate buckled her seatbelt as the car moved away from the curb. Neither of them spoke as Jaxon drove them to her home. Kate watched him from the corner of her eye as he kept his focus on the road. Her eyes were fixed on his full mouth and she unconsciously licked her own lips thinking about how good he tasted the last time he kissed her.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jaxon's voice was cool and methodical.

  “Wouldn’t do what?” Kate asked having no idea what she had done.

  “You were licking your lips. Unless you want me to pull over right here and fuck you till you scream, you won’t do that again do you understand me?”

  Kate gulped and nodded.

  “I am doing everything I can right now not to get us killed. I have an erection so hard I can barely see straight. Don't add to it, okay babe, because I promise you I am hanging by a very thin wire here.”

  That had to be the sexiest declaration Kate had ever heard and part of her wanted to lick her lips again just to see if he would be true to his word. She had a feeling he wasn’t blowing smoke so decided not to test him on it.

  “I'll take you home first so you can change before we go to dinner.”

  “Great,” she said hoping there would be time for post d
inner sex as well. Being confined in the car with him was driving her mad. His sex appeal was off the charts and she didn't even want to think about food. A couple of very long trying minutes later, Kate and Jaxon reached her house. The car wasn’t even in park properly and Kate had her seatbelt off and was throwing her leg over the stick shift to straddle him. She couldn't take not touching him. She pushed into him so she could feel his hard length against her own throbbing sex.

  “Kate, let’s get inside.”

  Kate yanked on the door handle with her free hand and kicked it the rest of the way open with her foot. Jaxon hoisted them both out of the car not letting go of her. He carried her; she was face to face with him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he brought them both to the front door. Kate fumbled around in her bag, which she somehow managed to remember to hold onto, and pulled out her keys. Her hands were too shaky to unlock the door so she handed the keys to Jaxon.

  After a bit of fumbling himself, he got them both inside and slammed the door shut with a back kick. They began to disrobe right in front of the door. Jaxon had his clothing off first. Came with years of practice, Kate thought, wondering what his past was actually all about. She had just gotten rid of her shirt when she felt Jaxon reach for the waistband of her pants. He tried pulling them over her slender but shapely hips. But they were being held up by a drawstring and he couldn’t get them down. Before Kate could loosen the knot, there was a tearing sound and she realized Jaxon had just ripped them off —literally. He put his hand to the fabric of her silk panties and growled in deep satisfaction because they were already damp. He ripped them to shreds too and tossed the scraps to the floor before he drove his fingers into her so hard Kate could see stars.

  “Oh Jaxon!” she cried.

  “Oh, Kate you are so perfect. I need to taste you.” Kate knew she was almost ready to orgasm right then. Within seconds Jaxon had his mouth on her. His rhythm was unforgiving, causing her to scream in ecstasy. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed face down. He mounted her from behind and pushed into her entrance so fiercely it took Kate's breath away.

  “Oh yes Kate. I have been thinking about this all day. I couldn’t wait to get inside you again. You feel so fucking good.”

  She loved when he talked to her like that. She could feel his rough palms on the small of her back holding her in place while he pumped into her. She felt him remove his hand and come back down on her with a whack across her bare bottom. The pain somehow caused her pleasure to intensify. She was ready to come again. He continued pumping into her and he also continued spanking her with his bare hand. Each time it was a little harder and hurt a little more but she didn’t want him to stop. Jaxon ceased the spanking so he could bring his body down on her so close that his chin was resting on the back of her neck. He was still keeping a good rhythm as he pounded into her, showing no mercy to her at all when she felt more pain. He bit her shoulder. She knew she should have stopped that form of sexual behaviour but she couldn’t. Her pleasure was heightened even more every time he inflicted pain on her and her need for release was deeper than ever before.

  “Kate I need you to come I can't hold on any longer.” At the sound of his trembling throaty request Kate screamed his name as she spiralled into euphoria. Immediately he threw his head back and joined her.

  Kate basked in glory at what just happened. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so euphoric. Sex with Jaxon was like a drug. He brought her to a place that she never thought she would go and she never wanted to leave it. She now understood what addicts went through. The high she received from him was amazing.

  “That was amazing,” she said as she squirmed her way around to lie on her back so she could look at him. His facial expression was grave like something terrible happened.

  “Jaxon what's wrong?”

  “Jesus, Kate I'm sorry.”

  “Sorry for what? Kate was baffled.

  “I was too rough,” he said, not looking into her eyes.

  “Oh that,” she said “I actually um well…kind of enjoyed it.”

  She felt a little embarrassed now saying it but it was the truth. Actually it was understated she loved it.

  Jaxon really couldn’t believe what she just said to him, she enjoyed it. She was full of surprises. He’d never planned to use any of that rough stuff on her. He thought it would have scared her off. If she liked a little spanking and a couple of love bites he wondered what else she would enjoy. Compared to the things he really wanted to do to her that was child’s play. But he wouldn't let his mind continue those thoughts. No, he wasn't going there with her because many of the other things he could do to her were not for good girls like Kate. But there were other things, sensual erotic things that didn't involve pain that he would love to try with her. If he had it his way, he would get a chance to try them all before their arrangement was over.

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  CHAPTER 12

  Lying next to Jaxon, Kate was feeling completely sated. She didn’t think she had ever felt so content in her life. She rolled over on her side to look at him; the same way he sometimes looked at her, like he was searching for her soul. It always gave her butterflies.

  “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure.” He moved off the bed and extended his hand to her.

  “Where are we going?” She was not ready to stand upright. She was feeling sleepy and after what they had just done, far too floaty.

  “Shower, come.”

  It was more of a command than a request. He liked to be in charge, she could tell, and she actually liked that about him. He was so Alpha. She took his hand and allowed him to pull her up off the bed and into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet seat while he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Once he was satisfied, he pulled her into the shower with him. The temperature was perfect. There was just enough heat to feel the burn on her skin, but not enough to cause discomfort; it was heavenly. Yes! He was so capable.

  “Turn around, I want to wash your back,” Jaxon directed with more of that commanding alpha bravado that she thought was so sexy—so masculine.

  Kate could feel his rough soapy hands caress her back. Unconsciously she tipped her head back onto him and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of his hands on her.

  “Now your front,” he whispered into her ear.

  Kate felt a pooling of heat between her legs, as if she suddenly wasn't tired anymore and hadn’t been satisfied just a few minutes ago. His voice was always so seductive and his eyes were filled with delicious desire; a desire that matched her own feelings of intense need. He pick up a wash cloth, put shower gel on it and began washing her neck, working his way down.

  “Open for me,” he said gently, pushing her feet apart with his own. He brought the cloth slowly up her inner thighs. She closed her eyes again to absorb the feel of him washing her body.

  Her knees became weak and she thought she might fall over. As if he could read her body and her mind, he backed her up against the tiled wall so she had something to lean on. Kate opened her eyes allowing them to roam freely to inspect every inch of his nakedness—he was hard again.

  Kate put her hands on Jaxon's chest and pushed him back a few inches.

  “My turn,” she said, reaching for the shower gel, squirting a large amount into her shaking palms.

  She began with his neck and then slowly she ran her soapy hands across his shoulders and down his chest, paying extra attention to his small nipples, giving each a quick kiss with her lips. He watched her intensely as she moved lower down his abdomen, closer to his jutting erection. Her eyes remained fixed on his as she took the full length of him in her hand. His nostrils flared and she stroked him until he trembled. Feeling suddenly bold, she went down on her knees until she was eye level with his erection. Still holding him in her hand, she took him partially into her mouth. Jaxon bucked and let out growl.

  His reaction gave her confidence and she suddenly didn’t feel like the twenty-nine year old i
nexperienced virgin she had been only days ago. She felt like a woman on a mission to blow his sexual mind.

  “Do you like this?” she asked in a slow seductive purr. She knew he did, but she wanted to hear him say it. His only response was another even deeper growl.

  She ran her tongue along his shaft and could feel him quiver. Rejoicing in the fact that she was pleasing him, she took him fully in her mouth. Again, he groaned in appreciation and then he began pushing himself further into the heat. His in-out rhythm increased and it drove her wild. He was trembling with need and she loved it.

  “I'm going to lose control,” he whimpered breathlessly.

  “Then do it,” Kate said as she took him deep in her mouth, once more applying as much suction as she could.

  He gently nudged her shoulders back, but she wouldn’t comply. She wanted him to lose control with her—here and now. Giving up, most likely because he was past the point of no return, Jaxon began to pump himself into her mouth wildly until she heard her name explode from his lips in a loud throaty cry. She kept her eyes on him as he reached his climax. His head was tipped back and his eyes were squeezed shut. His jaw tightened as she tasted his hot seed.

  Jaxon opened his eyes and pulled her up by the hair until they were face to face again. The savagery of that act was so primal, so sexual, that it took her breath away. He crushed his mouth into hers with a fierce hot passionate kiss, reaching behind his back to turn off the water. Stepping out of the shower, he retrieved a towel, wrapped it around her and brought her out with him.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to the toilet seat and she did as he ordered. He placed his palms on both of her knees and urged her legs apart. She still had the towel wrapped around her and, rather than remove it, he parted the flap to gain access to her. “My turn,” he said with a devilish grin.”