by R Cole
I just continue looking at him like he’s crazy. He must have had too much to drink tonight or something. I finally find my tongue and say, “No, Jax. I’m not interested in anyone but you. How can you ask me that?” Did I flirt with other guys and piss him off or something? “I wasn’t looking for a relationship before you, and you know that. So why ask such a stupid question?” I know my voice is rising in anger, but that can’t be helped.
He looks relieved when he answers. “The flowers.”
“What flowers? The roses you sent me last week?” My finger is pointed at his sternum. I’m pissed and feel my blood start to boil. I don’t like being manipulated and made to look stupid. It doesn’t seem like the Jax I’ve come to know.
I watch as his face morphs from relief to confusion. “Wait, I didn’t send you any flowers.”
My heart drops and that feeling in my gut that I’ve forgotten for months reappears: fear. Pure fear and I think of the note from last week as well. Fear is something I’ve known most of my life, but I thought it was over. I try to reason with myself about how I’m being paranoid, but I feel my lungs starting to burn and my chest tightens from panic. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! No words form as I struggle for air. Everything is out of focus, and I hear mumbling and feel myself shaking. When I look up I notice Jax’s and Jazz’s relieved faces are above me.
Jazz feels my forehead gently and says, “Hey, chick, you’re back.”
Then I notice I’m lying on my back, so I try to sit up but I lie back down when a wave of dizziness hits me. A pillow is placed behind my head suddenly. I glance around and see Mason standing there smiling. “Thanks.”
He just shrugs and backs away. “What happened?” I ask to no one in particular, but my eyes are searching the room for Jax again.
When he comes into view, he places a cool cloth on my forehead. I listen while Jazz explains that I fainted. I’ve never fainted before in my life and feel mortified that it happened in front of everyone.
Jax’s strong arms lift me up off the floor and lay me on his bed. I inhale his scent as I rest on his pillow and feel myself calming down.
“Tru, are you okay?” He sits beside me, holding the cloth to my head. I nod and he continues. “Good. Then will you tell me why, before you hit the floor, you looked like you saw a ghost?” He pauses and removes the cloth. “Do you know who sent the flowers?”
The fear from earlier returns, but I just stare at Jax to stay calm. I don’t need another fainting spell. Brad’s still in jail or I hope he is anyway. The officer who helped me said they’d call if he was up for parole or if there were changes to his sentence. The last time I saw him was while he was dragged away after the judge announced his sentence. I continue to rationalize while I look into Jax’s deep brown depths. I’m about to tell him my thoughts, but Jazz is standing behind him with Mason and asks her own questions.
“You mean you didn’t send the roses, Jax? That’s creepy considering the note from last week too. What did it say, Tru?”
I never take my eyes off Jax and see the question in his stare, but instead of letting me answer, he says, “Tru needs to rest, guys. Why don’t we discuss this tomorrow after a good night’s sleep? Besides we need to get up early.”
I’m relieved I won’t have to talk tonight and try to get up to go to one of the empty rooms Jazz and me are staying in, but Jax stops me. “You’re staying here with me.” He turns and looks at Mason. “Make sure Jazz gets to her room okay.”
Mason looks at Jazz and then hesitates before he grabs her hand. “C…come on, Jazz. he stutters and drags her to the door while she looks at me and Jax.
“Night, Tru,” she says solemnly and walks out the door.
My eyes land back on Jax as he sits there with his arms on his knees and his head hanging down. Then he looks up at me and asks, “What note?”
I scoot back to rest my back against the headboard, getting comfortable before I answer. “Just a stupid note I found stuck to my door.”
“When?” He turns his body to face mine. Then he lifts my feet and places them on his lap before he removes my shoes and begins to rub them.
I’m surprised because his look is angry but his touch is so gentle. “It was on my first night back at work after Labor Day. I figured it was just a stupid idiot pulling pranks around school. I haven’t thought much of it.” I shrug my shoulders as I feel my body relax under his firm touch.
“What did it say?”
I really don’t want to answer, but I tell him anyway and watch his features become angry. I’m still not worried because I know deep down he’ll never lay a hand on me. “I told you it’s probably some freshman just trying to get a rise out of girls on campus.”
“Was the note addressed to you personally?” I don’t want to think about it because that one detail throws my theory out the window, and we both know it.
I feel myself getting upset again, then he’s there lifting me into his arms. “I don’t know anyone that knows I’m here besides Brad and he’s in jail. At least he should be,” I say, crying and hate that my happy day is ruined. I tuck my face in the crook of his neck, and I’m still not comfortable so I straddle his lap and lay my head on his shoulder while he rubs my back.
“I’m sorry I’m always crying on you. I’m sure you weren’t planning on becoming my own personal tissue,” I say, pulling away and wiping my eyes.
He takes over and kisses my tear-streaked cheeks, one after the other. “As long as you’re in my life, I don’t care what requirements there are.”
He always knows what to say to make me feel better. My smile is small but it’s genuine. I wrap my arms around his middle and hold him tightly. “Thank you,” I whisper then clear my throat and lean back. “So what do I do?”
“Well, first thing tomorrow we call the station he was booked at to make sure he’s not out.” He places me on my feet then stands next to me.
“Then what?” I ask and I can feel my pulse rise as I watch him grab the back of his black T-shit and pull it off, leaving him naked from the waist up with his jeans hanging low on his hips. The deep V that disappears inside the jeans holds my stare until he moves directly in front of me. I slowly bring my eyes upward and take in his muscled chest with a small dusting of dark hair, broad shoulders, and dark eyes.
Before he answers he starts to unbutton my shirt slowly as he looks into my eyes. “Nothing until we talk to the police. Right now we take this one step at a time.” He slowly slides his fingers in the openings on my shoulders and discards the material that just became a nuisance. It slowly falls from my arms and tickles my skin. I’m left only in my lacy white bra.
My fear from earlier drifts away and soon is no longer present. I know soul deep that as long as I have Jax around I’ll be safe from whatever demons try to haunt me, so I agree. “Okay,” I say breathlessly, and I feel my skin become flushed.
He takes his long, calloused finger and runs it over my lips, then down my neck, and lower, stilling between my breasts. My nipples tighten and he inhales while his pupils dilate. “Your body already knows my touch.” His voice is so seductive and hoarse; I shiver and feel heat pool between my thighs. Excitement and anticipation causes my belly to tighten and my body starts to flush.
He continues to trail that one finger down to my naval and circles around it slowly, and I watch him lick his lips. When he lands on the button of my jeans he stares in my eyes, asking for permission. Instead of answering verbally, I reach up and trail my hands through his soft, dark hair to the back of his neck and work my hands down the same trail on him that he did to me. I, however, don’t ask for permission and just snap open his fly while I bite my lip and keep his stare. His nostrils flare with his accelerated breathing pattern, and I feel my hormones kick into overdrive.
I finally look down to where my hands rest below his naval and feel the soft trail of hair under my palm. I see his erection constricting against his jeans and lift my eyes. “Yours knows mine too it seems.”
“I’ve been thinking of this all week.” His voice is muffled as he licks the area between my breasts. He pulls the lacy fabric over my left breast to expose my very erect nipple and flicks his tongue around it. Just watching this sexy man worship my breast with his mouth causes my pussy to clench.
I feel my stomach quiver and tighten when he sucks it into his mouth, and my hips automatically thrust up on their own accord. He moves to my other breast and does the same, but this time when my body thrusts forward, he brings his hand down and slides it into my panties. He growls and says, “I knew your body was meant for me and me alone.”
Before I know what he’s doing, he has my bra ripped from my body, but I couldn’t care less about the fabric that keeps his kisses from my body. I’m so ready to be skin on skin, I’m about to scream. He must read my thoughts or maybe I said it out loud because he stands. I watch as he lets his jeans drop to the floor and his beautiful body is exposed to my eyes for the first time in a week. My thighs squeeze together in anticipation and saliva pools in my mouth from the craving.
I moan and sit on my elbows to watch him grab my jeans and slowly work them off my legs. Every few inches he kisses my skin reverently. I need him to hurry up because this is torture. I’m so wet and ready for him to just pound into me. Just the picture in my mind has me ready to orgasm. Thankfully I’ve been on birth control regularly since last March. I don’t want anything between us tonight or ever.
My jeans are finally on the floor with his, and I’m waiting for him to crawl up my body to answer what my body is asking of his. I feel his kisses as he makes his way up my body and he seems to leave no area untouched.
“Please, Jax, I need you,” I whisper. I feel like my body needs to explode but it can’t without him.
“I know, baby. I know exactly what you need.” I feel his finger spread my wet swollen lips. Then his hot breath is on me. I moan my approval while my hips thrust up seeking release, but he takes his other hand, holds me down and growls. “You taste so fucking good, Tru. I could do this all night and never get tired.” The electric shock waves his tongue causes releases a moan from my throat. I hear the sucking and lapping of his tongue and feel his finger thrust into me before a second one joins in.
He places one of his fingers in my mouth. “You want to taste how fucking sweet you are, baby?” I taste the tangy flavor on his finger and feel so dirty. But it’s a good feeling, so I suck it into my mouth.
“Come for me, Tru. Come, baby.” The demanding voice pushes me to fall and my body convulses as my soul leaves, not wanting to come down.
I’m still in oblivion when I feel his weight on top on me and then the pressure as his cock fills me. “Fuck me, Tru. You’re so fucking tight,” he says and pounds into me so deep I holler his name.
I can’t help but wrap one leg around his waist. He lifts the other up over his shoulder. I bite my lip because the position is so much more and I feel another orgasm building.
“Jax!” I cry with my eyes shut and pinch my own nipples while I bite my lip.
“Look at me,” he commands, and when I open my eyes, his look is so fucking sexy I feel my pussy muscles clamp down on him with my orgasm. “Only I can touch you. Only I can give you this. You are mine, Tru.”
I watch his face contort into the sexiest sight as he comes inside me. He kisses me while he pumps me full of his very essence.
Our breathing is so labored and our heartbeats are so fast, for a minute I think we are dying. But what a way to go. He rolls over and grabs me to move with him, and we stare into nothing trying to catch our breath.
When we’ve calmed down and our breathing evens out, I start rubbing my palms across his soft skin. The feel of him under me naked is perfect “What does this mean?” I ask with my chin resting on his chest. My fingertips touch his tattoo slowly while I admire its detail. It’s so beautiful with the way the tree flows from his right shoulder to his pectoral muscle. It’s made out of different tribal designs that meet up and twist together to make the trunk.
“Well, I guess you could say it’s my family tree. All the different colors are my parents’, brothers’, and sisters’ birthstone colors.” He shrugs and smiles at me, showing his dimple, and I see his eyelids getting heavy. “Without one another we would just be stray branches being thrown everywhere. But together we make a tree large enough to weather any storm.”
He becomes silent and I rest my head on his chest while he rubs my back. His hand eventually stops and his breathing evens out so I know he’s asleep. I soon follow, but before I completely doze off, I say the words I’ve never said to another person besides Brian. “I love you.” Then my mind drifts into the best night sleep I’ve ever experienced.
It’s mid-October and we still have no answers about who sent Tru the flowers or the note. We finally received a return phone call a week after calling Atlanta PD to check on Brad’s status and we were told he’s still in jail, living on our tax dollars. Fucker should be hung by his nuts on a ceiling fan and then turn it up on full blast. Good thing for him I don’t create the laws.
Fortunately, we haven’t had anything else happen, so maybe it was just some douche freshman playing a sick joke. Ashton’s been keeping her distance as well, but not at first. Her dickhead dad tried to serve Tru with papers for harassment charges against Ashton, but I reminded him that the surveillance video from that night show Trudy walking away with claw marks on her as Ashton continues to harass her. Needless to say his threat was never brought to fruition.
I watched the video and listened to all the hurtful things the stuck-up bitch said to Tru and wonder why she didn’t tell me. Then again, I never told her what Ashton’s dad said either. Turns out I was actually right about Amanda and him, and she just found out she was pregnant with Ashton’s little brother or sister. Ashton and she are no longer friends, and Amanda was paid off to return home. I haven’t seen her so I guess it could be true.
Tru is at practice for the fall festival performance her dance team is putting on. She had showed up the other day and jumped in my arms in front of Coach and everyone else because she got the lead in one. I had to run a few extra laps, but it was worth it. She couldn’t say much about it, but I know it’s to a song I actually like called Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.
I head over to the dance studio after I’m done thinking of her sweet ass body moving to the music. I’ll admit I was a little pissed when I first saw her all over that Jamal guy. Then I figured out he and Keith were a couple so it’s all good now.
David follows me to the studio because he’s still trying to get with the leggy brunette we saw that night with Jamal and Keith. Her name is Elle or Mel or some shit like that. She doesn’t want to give David the time of day, and it’s driving him insane. I can’t help but laugh because he always gets what he wants when it comes to women, but not this one. He’s been rejected every time he talks her.
“I don’t know what her fucking deal is, man. I haven’t done anything to piss her off,” David says as we watch the last few minutes of the rehearsal. I know we aren’t supposed be in here, but we do it anyway.
I hear David but my eyes are fixed on Tru. I see her do some kind of leap to Jamal, and he catches her with one arm while her legs are wrapped around his middle. Then he bends her backwards, and his free hand slides from her chin down to her breast. I have to repeat “He not into her” over and over so I won’t go all ape shit about another man touching what’s mine. Finally, she flips over to land on her feet and is out of his embrace. She’s an incredible dancer and alwa
ys blows me away whenever I watch.
“Hey, asshole, are you even listening?” David thumps my ear and I hit him in the arm.
“Yeah, dipshit. Maybe she’s heard of your reputation and doesn’t want to be added to your fucked list.” I turn around again and notice they’re packing up for the day. I get up and look at David. “Are you coming or are you going to sit there and pout all day?” I walk toward the group and away from him while he rubs his arm.
“I’m coming. Just watch. I know how to get her to melt. And once she’s a puddle, I can dive in for the goods.” He wags his eyebrows and struts in the brunette’s direction as she talks to Jamal. “Hey, Elle, how’s it going?” He’s smiling at first and then it falls.
She just rolls her eyes and ignores him, so he turns to Jamal. “Hey, man, can you give me a minute?”
“Sure,” Jamal says with a wink then turns to Elle and whispers something before he walks off.
David gets his cocky smile back in place and says the stupidest line I have ever heard. “So, Elle, you like Conecuh sausage?”
She just looks at him like he’s grown another head and says, “Yes. Why?”
“Well here you go, baby.” He points to his crotch. “Conecuh to my nuts.” He laughs and I just shake my head.
She doesn’t laugh like he predicted. in fact, she shoves past him and walks out like it didn’t happen.
He looks at me and looks confused. “What did I say? That shit’s hilarious.”
I turn around and see Tru laughing and shaking her head while she comes to me. ”Hey, you.” She hugs me and I can feel her sweet curves against my body. I start to feel a stirring down below. Man, it’s like I can’t get enough of her. After that first time, which was the best fucking night of my life because she said she loved me, the sex has become unbelievably better. I didn’t think it could be topped, but I was proven wrong the next morning and practically every day since. It’s like our bodies just recognize one another and are so in sync that we know what makes the other go crazy.