by R Cole
He drops to his knees. The tightness inside starts building and he removes his hand. I can’t help the sob of frustration that flows off my swollen lips. He looks up at me with wet, messy hair going everywhere and water running all over his body. I have never wanted to be an element so bad in my life, but thoughts leave me as I watch his eyes focus on my C-section scar above my pubic area. He leans forward and presses the sweetest kiss against the area, and it causes me to feel so cherished and loved for the first time in my life.
Lifting his eyes to mine, he lifts my leg to place it over his shoulder. I should feel self conscious about him doing this, but I’m not. Heat pools between my legs.
He stares as my pulsating sex screaming for attention and licks his lips before his eyes rest on mine again. I feel my legs get weak and grab the shower rod to hold myself upright before I turn into a puddle.
“Please, Jax,” I beg. I need him to touch me with more than his stare. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I watch his fingers spread my swollen lips. He stares at me as his tongue makes contact. I close my eyes because his stare will push me over the edge too soon and I can’t help my body’s response as I buck farther into his hot mouth as he continues lick and suck.
“Look at me, Tru.” I open my eyes and stare at this sexy man on his knees in front of me. “You taste so good. Your pussy was made for me and only me.” He licks me then takes my clit between his teeth to adds just enough to push me over the edge and fall. I feel his finger thrust inside as I ride out my orgasm. Then he adds another and pushes them deeper.
When I finally come back down to earth, I notice he’s standing in front of me and shutting off the water. My body is so weak from the orgasm I just experienced, I’m holding myself up by a death grip on the shower rod. He must know how weak I am because he scoops my naked body up and carries me to my room.
I love the feeling of our skin sliding against each other and feel at home when he holds me this close. I can hear his heartbeat and irregular breathing. His hot breath fans across my temple when he kisses me. It gives me chills all over my body.
When he lays me on the bed, I see that he’s still very erect and I want to please him. He lies beside me and I reach out to stroke his hard length, but he grabs my hand before I can make contact. “No, Tru,” he says and I can see he’s struggling for control.
I want to make him lose it though. “I want to, Jax.” I try again but he still stops me. “Why?” I ask, trying not to let my feelings get hurt.
He looks into my eyes and straight into my soul. “I don’t want you to think that it’s all I want from you.” He places my hand over his heart, and I feel the impact of the intimacy of this moment. “I want you to know that this...” he places his hand over mine “...this belongs to you. From the first day I saw you on campus, you owned me.” He sits up then takes his opposite hand and lays it over my heart and left breast by my tattoo. “This is where I want to be. Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life and all the ones that follow.”
I want to tell him so bad that he’s there, but I’m scared. So instead, I just reach up with my free hand and run my fingers through his wet hair to the base of his skull. We stare at one another feeling each other’s heartbeats. Then I pull his mouth to mine and let my kiss answer for me.
I fall asleep with a very naked Jax running his fingers from my tattoo, down across my scar while he whispers how much he loves me.
Saturday morning finally arrives and I’m headed over to pick up Tru and head to the dealership. It’s been a busy week for both of us, so we haven’t been seeing much of one another. Coach decided to add extra practices, and she’s been working extra hours for more money to put down on a car.
I have this need to take care of her, so I had gone to the dealership and put some of my own money down. All she needs to do is pick out a car she likes and the money she puts down will just add to it. I hope she doesn’t find out though. I know how stubborn she can be, and I don’t want to piss her off and start a fight because I’m not budging on this.
My mind wanders back to our date this past Sunday, and I can’t help the smile that forms on my face. Not only because Ashton looks like she was hit by a freightliner, but because I was finally able to get a taste of Tru. But damn, it was worth the wait. Having her pussy against my tongue as she shouted my name and pulled my hair was so fucking incredible. I can already feel my dick starting to get hard. This is just a side effect from Tru though, because I’ve had to adjust myself more since meeting her than I can ever remember.
When she mentioned taking a shower, I immediately pictured her naked, so I warned her to lock the door. I wasn’t planning on acting on it...until I read the note on the roses. I felt a primal urge to show her that she belongs to me and no asshole can make her feel like I can. So when I jiggled the door handle and it opened, I couldn’t stop myself.
We’ve never discussed being exclusive, but I assumed we were. I haven’t seen or heard of her interest in anyone else. Well, besides Benji, and still I don’t think she’s into that asshat. Maybe he didn’t take the hint the other night and went the opposite direction. I need to have a discussion with him without Tru finding out.
Pulling into the dorm’s parking lot, I see her and Jazz standing together, and I’m always glad to see and spend time with my sister, but I’ve become greedy when it comes to Tru.
“Hey, my brotha from anotha motha.” Jazz jumps in the back of the Jeep then proceeds to hit me on the back of my head.
“I would stop while you’re ahead. I could just drop your ass off somewhere and leave,” I say while smiling in Tru’s direction as she buckles her seat belt.
“Oh please. Do you see Rocky right here?” She pats Tru’s shoulder. “I’ll get her on you if you even try.”
“Oh really? Then I might just make good on my threat.” I wink at Tru and watch her blush as we head to the car lot.
After we reach our destination, I grab Tru’s hand and we make our way through the different rows of cars. I see how her eyes immediately roam to the prices as we walk around, and I’m sure this is a big step is for her. I’m not certain how much she plans on spending, but knowing her like I do, it won’t be much.
She walks over to a black Honda civic and smiles, but she loses it when she sees the price. I text the sales man I made the deal with earlier this week and tell him which car has caught her eye. I walk over and eyeball the car myself because I don’t want her driving a piece of shit lemon that’s going to fall apart. “Find something you like?”
“Um, not really. I’m still looking.” I can tell she’s lying because her eyes say what her mouth doesn’t. Her emotions are so easily read on her face I don’t know why she tries.
“Well, this one’s nice. Tinted windows, sunroof, and new tires,” I say as Ben from the dealership walks our way.
“Hey, folks, care for a test drive?” He holds up the keys and smiles. I can already see the dollar signs shining in his eyes.
I look at Trudy and nudge her with my shoulder so she looks at me. “Let’s take her for a ride and we’ll decide, okay?”
She squints up at me, the sun momentarily blinding her.“Okay.” She reaches for the keys from Ben, and I see her hand shake. I can still see the excitement in her even though she’s hiding it.
I sit in the passenger seat and buckle up. I’m not used to anyone driving me around, so I’ll admit, I’m kind of uneasy. Turns out she follows every traffic law, so I relax my grip on the oh shit handle.
I take in the interior as I ask Ben important questions regarding the car's safety. It has black leather interior and a digital speedometer. It’s an automatic but the shifter is in the center console so it looks like it could be a stick. The sun roof is tinted, but Tru has already opened it up and the sun is shining down on her smiling face as the wind blows her long hair. There are a few cigarette burns in the back seat but nothing so bad it would affect the quality.
We finally pull back in, and I scan the lot for
Jazz. I see her talking with one of the other dealers. She doesn’t seem to be flirting or upset, so I leave well enough alone.
Jazz sees us and runs toward us and grabs Tru into a hug. “Tru, this is totally you. I mean you look so freaking hot driving it. You should definitely get it!”
Tru looks at Ben and bites her lip as she hands him the keys back. “I think it’s great, but it’s a little out of my price range. I appreciate you allowing me drive it though.” I walk over and grab her hand before she can walk away.
Ben acts like the true salesman he is and says, “Well, dear, you are in luck because this baby has been on our lot awhile so we’re dropping the price this week.”
Tru looks at me and then at Ben. “How much of a price drop?”
“Well...” he pulls a sheet of paper out of his back pocket of his khaki pants “...let’s see. It looks like the price is reduced by four thousand dollars.
Her face is blank for a second while she goes over his words, and I’m kind of worried she won’t believe him. Then she bursts into a beautiful smile. I catch her as she leaps into my arms and kisses me in front of God and everyone else. I’m instantly back in that shower and forget about the onlookers as her body wraps around mine and I squeeze her tightly to me.
She finally pulls back to take a breath and turns her face toward Ben while I continue to hold her. “I’ll take it.”
I’d buy her anything in this world as long as she continues to smile like that.
Since Tru is off tonight, we decide to go out and hit up a few bars downtown. After we leave Grand Central, I suggest we head to Jay Jay’s, and Tru gets excited because she thinks Blaire and Benji are performing. I could give a flying fuck about hearing him perform, but I need to speak to him privately.
As soon as we walk in, Jazz and Tru see Blaire on stage setting up for the night, and they walk over to her while I look around for Benji, but I don’t see him at first so I tell David I’ll be right back and head toward the mens’ room. I see him come through the back door so I follow him.
I feel my adrenaline spike as I think of this asshat making passes at Tru. I walk in and stand against the white, ink covered walls and face the only two stalls in the space.
I hear a rustling and the sound of a lighter flick. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing, but I do know he’s not taking a shit. I lean back and prop one foot behind me and cross my arms, letting the frustration of the situation take hold.
Finally after about ten minutes he emerges, and I can tell I caught him off guard when he sees me. I now know what he’s been doing in that stall by his glassy eyes, but it’s confirmed when I see the track marks decorating his skin.
He sees my stare and quickly rolls down his sleeve and gets offensive. “What the hell, dude? Can’t a guy take a shit without an audience?” He tries to push past me, but I stop him with a hand firmly on his shoulder.
“Look, I really don’t give a damn what you do to yourself or how many chemicals you pump in your blood, but don’t ever bring that shit around Tru. You got it?” I take a menacing step in his direction to get my point across. “And stay the hell away from her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. Besides, Tru doesn’t want me, but it seems your ass is having some insecurity issues where she’s concerned so maybe I have a shot after all.”
He’s so trashed right now that I hurry and say what I came to say so I can get back to Tru. “Just don’t send her anymore fucking flowers or any other shit in the future. And if I find out you do, the next conversation will end much differently.” I turn and head for the door.
“Flowers?” he asks and I stop. “I didn’t send her any fucking flowers.” He looks thoroughly confused and even though he’s stoned, I can tell he’s telling the truth.
I just walk out and spot Tru dancing with Jazz. David walks up to me and hands me a beer. “How did it go?” I’ve only told David some of the situation because I need him to have my back in case there’s any trouble.
“He claims it wasn’t him,” I say and take a deep draw from my beer. The cold liquid flows down smoothly, but watching Tru dance is warming me.
I see Benji walk on stage to set up for their performance. I’ve got to hand it to him. He hides his addiction well. If I didn’t just walk in on him with a needle practically hanging out of his arm, I probably would never know. However, when they start to sing I notice he misses a few notes. I turn to watch Blaire’s reaction, but she just picks up where he left off and gives him a look of sympathy.
I glance again toward Tru and Jazz. Tru smiles at me and waves with her hand for me to join them. I finish my beer and start to head their way.
“Do you believe him?” David asks before I can walk away. When I glance his way he’s checking out a leggy, dark haired girl walking past us with a tall, black guy and another guy.
“Yeah, I do.” I watch as the trio approach Tru and give her a hug. You can tell they're friends because of her smile, so I’m not too concerned.
David however changes that. “Maybe it’s one of those guys?”
“Let’s go find out,” I say and start walking toward Tru. When she sees me approaching her smile reappears and is bigger than before. All I know is if someone wants to try and take her, they’re going to have a fucking war on their hands.
Nothing can top today. I have a car but better than that, I have a great boyfriend. So after an awesome night hanging out with my friends, I’m ready to get said boyfriend alone. I follow him out, but before I leave the bar, I head to check my schedule in Janet’s office. As I approach I hear Benji and Blaire in a heated discussion.
“Something has to give. You can’t do this every night, Benjamin. I worry about you. You’re all I have.” I hear the tears in her voice and know I shouldn’t intrude so I head back to Jax. I don’t know why Blaire’s upset, and I’m surprised it’s Benji that has caused it. They seem so close and never fight.
Jax takes my hand. “So what days this week do I get you all to myself?”
I smile as we head outside. “The room was locked, so I’ll just call her tomorrow.”
We head over and pile up in his Jeep. Jazz and I decided to stay the night at Jax’s frat house because we’re heading to his parents’ for Sunday brunch early in the morning.
On the way there, Jax tenderly holds my hand, so I lay my head back to rest my eyes. Jazz interrupts me when she screams for Jax to turn up the radio. Lady A’s song Downtown comes on and she starts singing loudly, so I turn around to watch her crazy performance. I catch Mason staring at her with such a cute expression of adoration on his face and turn around before I’m caught. I try to picture them together and can’t. They are so different in personality. Then again, I never pictured Jax and me together either.
After we reach our destination we all head into the house together. Jax leads me to the living room where a group of his fraternity brothers are playing video games and drinking. He wraps his arms around my waist and sidles me up to his side. My shirt has ridden up above my jeans, and I feel the heat from his fingertips mark my skin. When he bends down, I feel his breath on my ear and shiver as he whispers, “We need to talk.” And my heart stops. Oh God! That line is so cliché, and I know what it means.
I look up at Jax and hope I’m wrong. “Is everything okay?” I ask and he doesn’t look mad, just thoughtful. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last. I don’t have anything to offer him. I have no family and his sister seems to be my first real friend. My mind is going through every time we’ve been together trying to find out what went wrong.
“Yeah, but let’s talk in my room. Okay?” He leads me up the stairs by the hand.
I turn and look at Jazz who just shrugs her shoulders and goes to sit with the group. Mason follows suit, so I turn back around to follow Jax. With every step I feel panic rising and tears threaten to spill over. I take a deep breath, attempting to keep my composure no matter what.
We reach the room and I immediately smell his cle
an scent everywhere as I walk in the door. The queen sized, wood sleigh bed sits in the left corner, and his desk is right beside a window that faces the back of the house. His comforter is a light blue with brown stripes and the curtains match. He has a large plasma screen TV on the wall next to the door that faces the bed.
Nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I just stand in the doorway and clasp my hands together while I wait for the inevitable.
He starts to pace and looks up to see me still standing in the doorway. He walks over and locks the door after he shuts it and leads me to sit on his bed. I watch him run his fingers through his hair as he battles for the words to say.
I don’t like seeing him distressed, so I decide to just to get it over with. “Look, it was fun.” I take a breath to keep my voice from cracking and look at his handsome face. “I mean I had fun with you the past few weeks, but I understand that we’re different. So no hard feelings, okay?” I won’t give him room to say a word because I have to get it all out before I walk out that door for the last time. “I hope you won’t mind Jazz and I staying friends. I’ll be sure to stay out of your way.” I stand and walk to the door, but before I can reach it, his hands are around me and his chest is flush with my back.
He just holds me and I feel a tear fall down my cheek regardless of my efforts because I wanted this to work. I wanted a fairytale with Jax, even though my whole life has been a shitty nightmare. I feel his breath on my scalp as he whispers, “Tru, are you interested in someone else?”
I break his hold and turn to face him. His question catches me off guard and my eyes widen in confusion, “What?” I don’t understand his question. Why should he care anyway if he was about to end it? Does he think I’ve been cheating or something?
He still has his hands on my hips and stares into my eyes that are squinting as I try to figure out his crazy question. “Are you seeing or wanting to see another person? I need to know.”