by Mj Fields
“She sold them online and was able to take care of the ten kids.”
I dropped the knife I was using to chop the water chestnuts and she laughed.
“Ten?”
“Well, to start. Flat Frankie wanted more. Flat Jax was one hundred percent on board.”
“You do realize flat Jax had no sense at all, right?”
“He couldn’t resist the temptation.” She smiled and lifted her shirt, flashing me.
I tried not to react because, well I have no idea why, because this shit wasn’t real, but her tits were.
“Flat Frankie isn’t so flat.” She laughed. “You are kidding, right? I mean ten kids is sort of… insane.”
“Four.”
“Still a lot, Frankie. I mean, how on earth would flat Frankie take care of flat Jax’s sexual desires with even four kids running around raising hell?”
She grabbed a carrot and took a bite. “Flat Jax got it whenever he wanted. Ergo the ten flat kids.”
“I see. Apparently flat Frankie didn’t know the joy of swallowing.”
The other woman
Frankie
THIS SIDE OF Jax made him even sexier than I had ever imagined. I loved the strength and the control he possessed, but the fun loving Jax was equally as amazing.
He set the knife down and just looked at me with a half-smile until he finally said, “I don’t want to go tonight. Fuck, Frankie, I just want to stay here. Just cook, eat, sleep and fuck all weekend.”
I tried not to smile, I really did, but I couldn’t help it.
He walked over and kissed my head. “This sucks and I won’t do it again. I will make damn sure when I am through tonight I take care of that tape, that punk ass—”
“You can’t get into trouble Jax. Your career…”
“I will take care of it without incident, trust me. I want you to stay here while I’m gone. I will be back early in the morning and—”
“I’m going home.”
“Why?”
“Well, first of all, you won’t be here.”
“You’re welcome here; actually I’m going to have to insist on you being here until—”
“I would feel more comfortable having my roommates around as opposed to being here alone.”
He looked at me, examining me for a moment. “I will allow it tonight.”
“Allow it?” I half laughed.
The way he tilted his head to the side and his eyebrows knit slightly was a reaction I hadn’t expected. It was as if he didn’t understand my dislike of being ‘allowed’ to do something.
“Why does that make you upset?”
“You’re being serious.” I tried not sound amused but I was. “Oh, Jax, we’re going to have to work on this a bit, aren’t we?”
“On?”
“I can make decisions for myself.”
He looked down at the pan and smirked, “I know what you’re doing, Frankie, but it won’t work.”
“Care to enlighten me?”
“Picking a fight. But I didn’t enjoy cold eggs this morning so before I take you back in the bedroom, we’ll eat.”
I laughed out loud. “That is so not what I was doing.”
“Uh huh, tell yourself whatever you want to. I know better.”
“Just for that we are at the I’m not putting out stage in our relationship.”
“Good to know. And just so you know, after lunch I’ll be at the I’ll take it because it’s mine stage in our relationship.”
I hopped down from the counter and walked up beside him. I took the spatula out of his hand, and then took that hand and turned him towards me. His sexy devilish grin nearly made me squirm. “What I say goes, Lieutenant Irons.”
“I out rank you, Cruz.” I started walking backwards toward the bedroom and he stopped. “I’m not going to burn lunch.”
“I wouldn’t expect you too.”
“Where are you trying to drag me to, then?”
“I am going to shower and need you to show me where the washcloths are.”
He shook his head no. “In the closet.”
I turned and lost my shirt before even walking into the bathroom.
I stood under the rush of hot water and tilted my head back, allowing the water to fall over my face as I thought about what I would do tonight while Jax was on his date. I know he said it wasn’t, but all I can wonder is if she really knows this isn’t a date or if she has an ulterior motive. Any woman with a pulse would be attracted to him. And any woman who had been in bed with him would crawl through a snake pit to get back there. He was amazing. Just like I knew he would be. I only hoped that his desire for me was at least half of what mine was for him.
I scrubbed my head with his shampoo, hoping that tonight as I tried to sleep, I would smell him. I washed with his body wash, unsure if I would rinse or simply deal with the dry skin caused by soap residue being left on my body. I had always known I loved Jax, but never could I have imagined the need I felt for him physically as well.
“Penny for your thoughts.” His gravelly voice from behind caused my sex to clench even before his arms surrounded me.
“Mmm,” I said, leaning back into his embrace, “I like how you smell, how you feel,” I turned so that I was facing him and grabbed hold of his massive erection, “And how you taste.”
I slid down his body until I was on my knees and immediately I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as I began moving up and down at a pace driven by desire, need, and the want for him to never even imagine another girl sucking his long, broad, rock solid cock.
His hands hit the shower wall as he looked down at me with dark hooded eyes watching. I slowed down, allowing him to fall out of my mouth as I wrapped both hands around him. I stroked him as I lowered myself further so that I could suck his equally amazing sack.
“Damn,” he growled and attempted to pull back.
I rolled his left ball as I sucked gently on his right and then switched sides, giving each equal attention. The way he looked down at me made me truly want to please him even more. This was a new feeling for me, sexually anyway. I pulled his cock down, licked the head and felt the warmth of his pre-come, then wiped it on my lips, looked up at him and slowly licked him clean.
“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.
I licked around his head, then took it in my mouth and sucked, hollowing my cheeks as I flicked my tongue across the tip. I took him deeper and deeper and then used my hands to stroke him as I sucked, moving up and down his hot cock. My tongue ran along the underside, stroking his veins, and tasting his flesh. I took him as deep as I could and then swallowed, ensuring my throat contracted around him.
“Gotta—stop,” he growled.
I gripped his rock hard muscular ass holding him still as I pushed into him farther, nearly choking myself, and I felt him twitch in my mouth. I moved back and forth, feverishly sucking and continuing to take him as far as I could, when his hands gripped the back of my head. His hips thrust back and forth while he groaned, hissed and growled my name, until his thick cum hit the back of my throat. I opened wider and looked up so that he could see his seed filling my incredibly hungry mouth.
“Francesca, fuck.” He pulled out and knelt down in front of me, pulling me tight against his chest.
Water poured over us as I took comfort in his embrace while listening to his heart beat wildly against my ear.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Thank God,” he panted.
* * *
I SAT ON the bed hugging my knees as I watched him throw clothes in his duffle bag as he talked on the phone to his mother.
She was giving him instructions and telling him who to interact with. I knew this because he would grumble “Yes mother, I know who they are,” or “I’ve met them several times,” or, “I will make sure to hit that topic.”
When he ended the call, he was walking out of his closet with a garment bag. He laid it on the bed
and walked back, then reappeared with a black tux. While he neatly placed it in the bag and zipped it, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealously that I would not be the one holding his arm tonight.
He looked at me less frequently as he packed. I felt distance between us already and he was still here.
I slid off his bed and walked into the bathroom, gathering my belongings, which consisted of a tank top, skirt, a bra, and torn panties. I was dressed in one of his t-shirts and nothing else, as I had been all day.
While stepping into my skirt, I looked up in the mirror and saw him standing behind me. The look on his face was hard and unreadable.
“You keep your phone on you and stay in your apartment at all times. I will be calling or messaging you every two hours.”
“Okay.”
I turned around.
“I’m serious. This is not what I want to be doing tonight so please don’t make it any harder by forcing me to worry about you.”
“Jax, I said okay.” I brushed past him, exiting the bathroom.
Hard on him? I wasn’t going on a damn date. How did he think I felt?
I grabbed my phone off the counter and shoved it in my pocket. “I’m gonna head home.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“I want to walk,” I snapped and didn’t mean to.
“Don’t be difficult, Frankie.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Jaxson.”
He grabbed me and pulled me tight against him. “Feelings are not my thing, okay. I was taught they were a detour from the objective. I don’t wanna feel like when I return here, you and I are going to be starting all over again. It’s not what I want. Look, god damn it, you have me under some sort of stronghold and I should be fighting with everything I am to escape it. But I don’t want to. I want you. I want to wake up and see your hair all over my chest, smell your skin on mine, taste you on my lips. I want to hear you tell me you love me. Whatever the hell is going on with us, I don’t want it to stop.”
I leaned into him and nodded. “This is going to be a lot of work, Jax.”
“I’ve never been afraid of work. I will figure it out. The only thing you need to do is figure out how we tell your folks because I want you with me, by my side at everything, public and private.”
“You’ll get sick of me.” I closed my eyes remembering when Joel felt that way and how in just two months it all changed.
“You’ll get sick of me first.”
* * *
I WALKED INTO the apartment, texting Jax that I was inside so he could pull away.
“Hey, stranger,” Mary said as she was walking out of the bathroom.
“Hey.” I made myself smile even though I had a sick feeling in my stomach about Jax and that Mimi.
“Was it the same guy from the bar?” she asked sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to her.
I sat down, shook my head and smiled.
“It was.” She nudged me. “I want details, you ho.”
“I’ve known him for eight years. I think that takes me off the ho list.”
“How is that possible? You’ve only been here two years.”
I had never told them details about Will. Just that he passed away. I figured I should, now that Jax and I would soon be a public item.
“He was my brother’s best friend.”
“Oh,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, I know, right.”
I sat back and looked up at the ceiling. “We have some things to get through so please don’t say anything. My parents are probably going to be upset about this. Well, upset because they didn’t know.”
“He’s a good guy, though?”
“He’s a wonderful man, yes.”
“Then why hide him and, more importantly, when can I meet him?”
“Soon, I promise.”
“We’re thinking about going to Tuna’s, do you want to come or do you have plans for tonight?”
“I have plans, but thanks.”
“Is he coming over,” she smiled and wagged her eye brows.
“No he is attending a function. I plan to hit the books. I have been slacking lately.”
“At least you’re smiling again. I was getting worried about you.”
“No need to worry.” I gave her the reassuring smile I had given my parents for years now.
* * *
I LOOKED UP from my physiology paper that I had been working on. It would need to be turned in to the professor and Colonel Smith in a week, detailing the findings so far. It had been an hour and a half since Jax texted last.
My eyes were buggy so I decided to put the book away, lie on the couch and turn on the eleven o’clock news.
I hated the news. It was always bad and, frankly, it tended to freak me out a bit. But I was waiting to see if there had been any coverage on the event Jax was attending.
The anchor woman came on announcing that a grand ball in Roanoke tonight that raised funds for children of disabled soldiers was a hit. They showed photos of all the people dressed in fancy gowns and tuxes. I hit pause on the TV when I thought I saw a man who looked like Jax. Well, it wasn’t him. I was obviously more over tired than I thought.
I looked down and grabbed my glass of water, glancing away for only a minute when I heard Jax’s voice.
“Jaxson Irons,” he smiled at the reporter.
“And this beautiful woman?”
“This is Mimi Caldwell.”
“Daughter of Stan Caldwell?” the reporter asked.
“The one and only.” Mimi, a buxom blond with a million watt smile and deep southern accent, answered.
“Rumor has it that your fathers may be in the running for gubernatorial candidacy. What does this mean for the two of you? Is there romance in the air?”
Jax didn’t say a word. He just looked down. Mimi on the other hand laughed and linked her arm through his. “Well, y’all just have to wait and see.”
Jax started walking and Mimi giggled, “See y’all later.”
The camera followed as they walked to the elevator. Jax’s hand was on the small of her back, guiding her through the elevator door.
I rewound and watched over and over again and looked at my phone. Jax was five minutes late in calling. I turned off the TV and threw the remote on the ground. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then grabbed my phone and looked at it again as I walked into my bedroom.
I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling and then sat up and walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my dream book hoping to ease my angst. I flipped through, looking at it in a whole new way. When I was done, my anxiety had lessened and I lay in bed.
My eyes became heavy. I knew I was going to fall asleep so I got under the covers and grabbed my phone. I decided to call him instead of allowing anxiety to shatter the progress we had made. I held the phone and thought about how much I knew my love for Jax was real and true. It was different from how I felt about Joel, even in the very beginning.
The only thing that still bothered me was that he hadn’t said I love you in return and it hurt a little. But I promised myself I would be patient. We had so much to get through before either of us could be together the way I knew we both wanted to.
Jaxson Irons, once a dream boyfriend and lover, was now both of those things.
I pushed in his name, now located in my favorites alongside my parents in my cell phone. It rang several times before going to voice mail.
I hung up immediately, feeling the sickness in my stomach again. I pushed his number again and on the third ring the call was answered.
“Hello?”
It was that sticky sweet southern drawl. I froze and she said it again, “Hello.”
“May I speak to Jaxson, please?” My voice didn’t fail me, I sounded stronger than I felt.
“May I ask who’s callin’?”
“No,” this time I was sure I sounded annoyed.
“Well I apologize, he is currently unavailable.”
“Plea
se tell him to take the call.”
“Sugar, he’s in the shower.”
I wanted to scream, to cry, to ask her why she was answering his phone, why she was in his room while he was showering but I didn’t. Instead I hung up.
Indescribable feeling
Jax
EXHAUSTED FROM THE sleepless night before and even more exhausted now, I walked out of the bathroom in a towel to grab clothes from my duffel bag. I would prefer to sleep nude, but not with Mimi in the room on the other side of the suite.
I couldn’t believe how drunk she got and I couldn’t believe I was doing shots with the senator’s son, so I was almost just as bad as she was.
I dropped the towel and stepped into my shorts, ready to fall into bed. It was late, real late.
“Jaxson?”
I looked up to see Mimi entering my room, wrapped half way in a hand towel that covered very little of her.
“Mimi, you shouldn’t be in here.” I knew that look in her eyes. I had seen it on several women in my day.
“Well, the hotel failed to put towels in my bathroom and the shower is very cold. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked and pointed to my bathroom.
“Of course not, go ahead.”
She laughed and tripped, dropping the towel and falling onto the floor. “Dear lord, what was that we were drinking?”
I looked down and she was at my feet, naked, lifting her hand, “Be a gentleman and help a drunk friend up, Lieutenant Irons.”
“Cover up, Mimi.” I looked away, waiting for her to do as she was told.
“It’s ugly, isn’t it?” she whispered and I felt her hand on my knee, “Help me up. I covered it.”
I helped her up and she blinked her eyes a few times before she started to cry.
“I’m sorry it’s so disgusting it disturbs you, but it is partially your fault.”
“I don’t think you’re ugly Mimi, it’s just, I can’t do that again.”
“Not me, the scar. Our families’ skeleton, and yours,” she babbled as I helped her to the bathroom.
“Mine?”
“C-section.”
I stopped and looked at her. I wasn’t following what she was saying and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was buzzing or because she was drunk. “Sorry, I don’t understand.”