I'm Your Bully (Bully Book Series 1)

by Andrea Tyse

  Moving his big body toward Emma, Jax began pressing a kiss to her cheek. He then casually slid his hand into her hair pulling it back enough to kiss the side of Emma’s neck. She seemed to only get tenser at his touch so Jax finally whispered in her ear, "Baby, what's wrong?" Jax made sure his lips touched her ear as he spoke because he couldn’t help but tease a little.

  Emma shuddered and her nipples hardened underneath her thin shirt, making her cross her arms over her chest when she noticed his stare. Immediately her eyes went to a small rowdy group near the fire pit.

  "The drinking," she quietly said. Emma wasn’t going to pretend it wasn’t bothering her. She couldn’t.

  He crowded closer so no one would hear, "because of your dad?" She nodded slightly and Jax was relieved. "I'll stop for tonight. I’ve had enough anyway, just drink water with me, baby."

  Emma couldn’t help the smile on her face. He wasn’t mad at her for ruining his fun. Emma shook her head slightly her thoughts whirling. Who was this man? Was he the asshole of her past, the joker, or this serious eyed stranger? "I don’t want to ruin your party. I could just go home?” Emma’s nerves got the best of her and she blurted, “Your touching me is making me nervous.”

  Not giving her any mercy Jax smoothed a hand across her thigh as he leaned over to whisper, "Never be afraid to tell me what's bothering you." He slowly stroked his hand on her bare thigh to just under where her shorts ended, "I’ve been sitting here drinking like a jackass trying to figure out why you were so freaked out. I'm glad to know. I might drink sometimes, but I’d never hurt you, I promise.” Jax leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I like making you a little nervous.” Jax nipped her ear gently before he pulled back slightly.

  Moving quickly Emma kissed his cheek impulsively before he could pull completely back. A kiss a girl would give her brother. Jax laughed and grabbed her around the waist pulling her on to his lap. At first Emma didn’t relax against Jax until he wrapped his arms around her middle pulling her back against his chest. When Jax felt all the air deflate out of Emma’s lungs in a big whoosh, he smiled happily as he rested his chin on her blond head. She smelled so sweet and felt so soft in his arms. Contentment settled deep in his gut. Emma made Jax feel more like a grown man than any other person ever had. She made him start thinking about things like the future. Like how she would look in his bed all wet and wanting him.

  Emma was so fragile in some ways, Jax wanted to shelter her from the world. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she was weak though. Deep down he knew Emma had a backbone of steel. She had taken a lot of shit from the world and him but she didn’t let it break her down. Emma might be small but she was resilient. If Jax played his cards right, Emma might actually believe he was serious about her being his girl. At this point there wasn’t anyone else Jax wanted sitting in his lap, just Emma. Jax hummed happily in his throat as he kissed the top of her head and playfully poked her in the side until she giggled.

  +

  "Oh my god," The high pitched squeal came from a tall stacked blond who was obviously intoxicated an hour later. "Oh my god, oh my god, ugly Emma, this has to be a joke." The tall girl walked drunkenly toward them, Paul and another crony approaching from behind.

  "Who invited this thing?" she said pointedly at Emma, and then smacked her head with her own palm hard enough to leave a red mark. "I know, Jax you ass, you're playing one of your cruel tricks on Emma again."

  "Shut up, Claire," Jax's voice boomed over the music and it was a tone Emma remembered well. The tone he used to use before when he would cut her to ribbons in high school. Emma’s little bubble of happiness burst. She tried to get up out of his arms but Jax simply encircled her waist tighter, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

  "Come on, Claire, let’s get more beer." Paul had never missed a chance to humiliate Emma and often instigated. Emma was surprised because Paul was obviously working to defuse the situation by trying to drag Claire back to where she’d come from.

  Claire, however, was too drunk to take any of this in as she shoved Paul away and slurred, "Emma, you gotta know it’s all a joke. Jax only fucks pretty girls, like me." Emma looked around to find everyone was looking at her, like they could all see right through her. See the ugly she couldn’t hide. They could see she didn’t belong. Emma knew it too but was held immobilized by Jax.

  "Listen, whore face, everyone has fucked you. No one wants to spend any time listening to your retarded brain. All you have is your used up cunt, so be a good slut and go find some hard up douche bag to stick his dick in your mouth since that’s all it's good for," Jax's voice was loud and clear. He stood up and let Emma slowly slide down his body then half dragged her toward his house.

  Emma could hear Claire drunkenly shrill, "Did you hear what he said to me?" Jax didn’t stop at his front door, he pulled her all the way to his bedroom.

  "Just a sec, I’ll be right back." Jax left her standing in his room as he went back downstairs and began breaking up his own party.

  Emma's spirits fell as she gazed at his things. Everything was brand name and looked new. Jax had a huge bed and crisp new looking sheets. A laptop sat on his desk. Emma only ever used a computer at school or the public library. She wanted to buy one someday, but the house payment came first, then a car, then her own place. Jax had more things in this room than she owned all together and he didn’t even live here anymore. His parents loved Jax enough to keep a place in their home for him. Emma wondered what that would be like, always knowing there were people who loved you, a place to retreat to if life got too tough. Sitting on his bed Emma lifted his pillow to her chest and hugged it. It smelled like him.

  "This is my old room, when I stay over to do laundry I still sleep here sometimes." Jax was standing in the doorway his arms folded across his chest his gaze intense as he watched her. His shirt stretched over the muscles of his abdomen, and his biceps looked massive. He was everything and she had so little to offer. Emma sighed and mumbled into his pillow, "sorry." Jax moved from the door and sat beside her. He intentionally bumped her shoulder and she let out a little laugh.

  “I fucked a lot of girls like Claire. They were eye candy on the outside and I didn’t care if they were rot on the inside. Fuck, I didn’t even know Claire’s name until three months after I banged her."

  "Why are you telling me this?" she mumbled again.

  "I care about you, I don’t know how and I don’t understand why, but you’re under my skin. I don’t want to fuck you and treat you like those girls." He smiled to himself, "I remember the first time I saw you. You were running around your backyard in a circle and singing a song. I hid so you couldn’t see me but I watched you stomp in a mud puddle and giggle. You got all dirty and then your daddy called you into the house. I've known your name since the day we moved in next door. I never cared to remember the name of any other girl, but with you, you were always there in some part of my brain even as a kid.”

  Emma’s long hair was shielding her face from him, her eyes on her hands in her lap. Jax knocked his shoulder into her again and saw her lips curve into a shy smile through a curtain of blond hair.

  “I’m glad you accepted the phone because now I can convince you that I’m not the evil shit who lived next door all your life that made you miserable because he could. I want to be a good man when I’m around you. People have a tendency to make things easy for me. I know you don’t trust me completely but I’m sort of glad you aren’t like everyone else.” Jax leaned over and kissed her shoulder, "Do you know why I sent them away?"

  She shook her head.

  "Because I’d rather spend time with you then getting drunk with them," Emma could feel her eyes burn. It was so hard to believe him.

  "All I do is make you cry, come here baby." Jax wrapped his arms about her and pulled her close rocking slightly back and forth. "You’re killing me here," he squeezed her just a little tighter.

  "I know I deserve this, I’m so sorry I ever made you feel this bad." He held her tightly, his s
trong arms flexing, "I know I fucked up, but I didn’t think the evil shit I did would scar you."

  "It’s not just you… it's the world." She said as she wiped her wet eyes as though she didn’t want him to see her cry. "It's everything. It’s hard to hear you say these things to me."

  He rocked back and forth with her. In the quiet he spoke, "I will make it up to you someday."

  "Just don’t let this be a joke."

  +

  Jax turned her toward him with a finger under her chin. He started out kissing Emma hard on the mouth, he had no gentle beginnings. He needed her to understand. His tongue searching for hers in a dark wet kiss. His tongue delved and retreated in a rhythm that was teasing and exciting. Emma gasped when he found her breast and learned the shape of it in his hand. He could feel Emma’s heart pounding in her chest as he touched her. She wasn’t the kind of kisser that just jumped in. Jax had kissed more than his fair share of girls. The timid responses that Emma gave to him, the shy flick of her tongue, the little helpless sounds she made when he cupped her face. All of those things together made this the kiss he would never forget. He would grow into an old man and still remember this feeling.

  He broke off and rasped, "You're not a joke, never a joke."

  Jax leaned toward Emma pushing her back to fall gently onto the bed, long, curly hair fanning around her. A large hand went under Emma’s shirt and slid slowly over her taunt breasts, before she could say anything Jax tugged the cups of her bra down. When he jerked her shirt to her chin her breasts were naked to his eyes.

  Groaning in his throat at the beauty before him, Jax stared at the perfectly round breasts with their little hard tips. Emma’s nipples were pink and pointing towards Jax as he hung over her prone form. She tried to get up, but he practically ripped his own shirt off and laid himself flat on top of her, skin to skin, chest to chest before Emma could hide.

  Emma looked up at Jax’s handsome face a little embarrassed and a lot unsure about what to do.

  "You've never let a guy do this before have you?" Jax said with a devilish smile.

  "All the time," she lied as she slid her eyes away and smiled.

  "Mmm," he hummed back. Jax rubbed the wall of his muscled chest against her breasts and she fought the need to squirm all over. It felt so good, this close contact. Jax was powerfully built, a beautifully cut body with the six pack to go with it, despite his large size this was the first time she really didn’t feel intimidated by him.

  "I loved your tits from the first day I noticed them all wet t-shirt style." He was clearly serious. Emma burst out laughing at the statement.

  When he tried to sit up however, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, nervous of him seeing her exposed. Her heart started to pound and she was sure he could feel it.

  Immediately Jax changed tactics, "It’s ok, baby, we can do this another way."

  Looking up at the ceiling Emma relaxed her death grip on Jax only fractionally. She was embarrassed at having instinctively clung to him like a baby monkey but couldn’t make herself let go entirely.

  Trailing his lips to plant a small kiss on her chin, Emma followed the heat of Jax’s mouth to her neck where he breathed into her skin how much he wanted her.

  "Emma, can you feel that?" Jax bucked his hips against her and she felt his erection. "Don't ever doubt that I find you attractive. I'd like nothing more than to slide off your panties and fuck your sweet little pussy right now."

  Emma made a noise and Jax responded by kissing aggressively then slowly sliding his body downward tasting and licking everywhere he went. Warm breath touched her seconds before the heat of his mouth covered a nipple. Looking down she saw a large masculine hand busy cupping the flesh of her other breast. Biting her lip Emma watched as Jax dragged his thumb roughly across her sensitive nipple. Emma couldn’t help the noise she made as her hips involuntarily lifted to him.

  Nails dug into the tanned flesh of his back and Jax quickly subdued Emma by pulling her hands down beside her head as he continued to lick and suckle. He popped a nipple out of his mouth and slowly went to the other one giving it equal treatment.

  "Touch me," Jax whined after a few minutes, he moved his body like a big cat stretching over her.

  "You’re still holding me down," Emma said quietly.

  Jax immediately released her hands and Emma touched him everywhere she could reach. Shoulders, collar bone, chest, Emma’s hands trailed down his ribbed abs as Jax arched above her to grant her access while he feasted and played with her. Emma loved every little hard ridge. Loved every dip and rise his muscles made as she trailed her fingers lower.

  Jax froze the minute her hand made contact with his belt. He looked so erotic in that moment suspended above her.

  "Do it." Jax made it a challenge, a demand. He bucked his hips into her hands teasingly, his eyes never leaving hers, "Take it out."

  The buckle jangled while Emma undid it and let it lay loose at his sides.

  "Please, touch me." When she hesitated Jax begged a little more, and then demanded. Emma liked that he seemed so desperate to have her touch him.

  Gently sliding his pants lower, boxers and all Emma could feel her face warm with embarrassment. Jax didn’t move away as she arched up into him to slide them lower. He kept rubbing his body against her. Crowding her, telling her how much he liked it. Emma could feel how wet and warm she was getting with every little touch, every little whisper from his lips. His cock sprang free of his boxers, thick and erect pre-cum already wetting the tip. Emma never thought she would get even wetter at the sight of a cock but she was.

  "Please." Jax’s voice was full of his need.

  Emma looked undecided until Jax took her hand and fisted his dick in it. Teaching her how to tug and slide her hand up and down his shaft in a light touch at first.

  "It feels good, do you like it?" Emma was too shy to say yes so she just nodded against his chest.

  Squeezing his eyes shut Jax moved her hand a little bit more aggressively wishing he was wet with her mouth or pussy.

  "Here, I’ll give you full access." With that Jax rolled over onto his back and let Emma watch his cock bob in the air and jerk for attention.

  Watching him leaning back on his forearms to support his upper body Emma could only stare. Jax’s muscles stood out in sharp relief. A fantasy in the flesh. Emma always wondered what a cock would taste like, and now she was going to find out.

  "Emma," he groaned as she leaned forward and placed an experimental lick to his head. Jax was huge. His cock throbbed slightly in her hand that supported his girth. So big and warm. Different than she’d imagined. Emma was in heaven.

  +

  Jax forced his hips to stay on the bed. He wanted to fuck her mouth so bad, but he held back and enjoyed watching her bathe him with her tongue. Emma was learning his textures and tastes and he enjoyed every expression of discovery that crossed her face.

  He expected Emma to maybe jerk him off, but instead she wrapped her lips around his cock and Jax almost jumped at the unexpected heat of her mouth. He watched as Emma licked and sucked him, her saliva coating Jax’s rock hard flesh. Emma ran her tongue down the shaft then experimented with wrapping her tongue partially around the head of his dick with a little twirling motion. Then she went back to alternating between licking and sucking and it was heaven and hell for Jax.

  Grabbing one of her hands Jax showed her how to suck on him while stroking his shaft just the way he liked. He felt like marble, harder than he could ever remember being.

  Jax closed his eyes as his cock thrust upward pushing toward the back of her throat. He could feel Emma backing off a little and looked down at her, her lips ruby and wet, her blue eyes dark with lust.

  He groaned and said, “Just relax Em, I’d never hurt you.” And he meant it. He would never hurt Emma again.

  Emma looked at his immensely engorged cock. She smiled in a way Jax had never seen before. There was a wicked glint in her eyes as Emma took an experime
ntal lick at the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead and then slid the head into her mouth again.

  Moaning on the head of his shaft Emma sucked him hard then went back to licking again. Soon Jax was punching his hips up into her mouth.

  "Get me really wet, baby." When she did, Jax had to stop himself from shoving hard.

  Emma was watching the muscles of his stomach tighten, abs ripped and flexing. Jax was heavily muscled in his torso and the heat of her attraction was burning in her eyes.