Irons (Norfolk #1)

by Mj Fields

  “A what?” Mary gasped as she walked out of her room.

  I looked at Shadows, realizing I had just messed up and he smiled at her, then looked her up and down. She scowled and pushed her glasses up, then tightened her robe.

  “I have a cramp, that couch isn’t comfortable. Mary, you should let me sleep in your room next time I stay over.”

  “Pfftt,” she said as she turned red and went to walk past him to the door.

  He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Little lamb, I got it.”

  She turned beet red and opened her mouth like she was going to say something, yet nothing came out.

  He laughed and I watched as he looked her up and down, “That’s a good Little Lamb.”

  Shadows turned around and walked to the door.

  Shadows was the typical pilot, tall, lean, and muscular. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was very good looking. I thought Mary was easily one of the most beautiful girls around, but it was obvious she didn’t realize it. Shadows did.

  “Can I help you?” Shadows said through the cracked door with his hand on his hip, yes I was sure he had a gun.

  “I’m here to see Mary.”

  “Let him in, it’s Joe,” I said as I walked up behind him.

  Joe was Mary’s boyfriend. He also attended school here. They had been dating for about six months. To me he wasn’t into her as much as I thought he should be. I thought everyone should have someone who makes them feel the way I felt for Jax.

  “Mary, we have brunch in twenty minutes.”

  “I sent a text. I don’t think I am feeling up to it today.”

  “Don’t be silly. Just go put a dress on. My friends are expecting us.”

  “She said she wasn’t up to it.”

  Joe looked at Shadows and then back at Mary, rolling his eyes slightly.

  “Mary, come on, hurry it up. You have class at ten.”

  “Little Will, is Mary’s friend hard of hearing?”

  “Boyfriend, Mary’s boyfriend, and no I am not.”

  The look Joe gave him was intense. Shadows laughed.

  “Mary, when did you and your friends start inviting soldiers over on Monday mornings?”

  “Joe, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Shadows and let me assure you, I wasn’t invited over this morning, I stayed the night.”

  Mary’s jaw nearly hit the ground and Joe’s face immediately turned purple.

  “With me.” I stood, walked over and handed Shadows his coffee and stood close to him, trying to give the impression that Shadows was in fact with me.

  “I’ll be ready in just a few minutes, Joe.”

  “I’ll help you get ready,” he said, still looking at me and Shadows.

  When they left the room, I nudged Shadows and he threw his arm around my shoulder and whispered, “Irons know you feel this way about me?”

  I laughed and so did he. I set my coffee back on the table and whispered, “Can you behave while I go get dressed?”

  “I can try,” he whispered back.

  * * *

  AFTER DRESSING, I walked out and Shadows was lounging on the couch, watching the morning news. I sat down just in time to see a recap from Saturday night’s charity event that highlighted Jaxson and Mimi’s interview. It was accompanied by a commentary about the possible romantic connection between the son and daughter of Virginia’s next Governor and Lieutenant Governor’s children.

  I felt Shadows looking at me and I looked up at him, “I trust Jax.”

  “No reason not to,” he said, grabbing for the remote.

  I snatched it out of his hand when I saw a shot of Jax and Mimi walking down the beach drinking coffee and they appeared to be in an intense conversation.

  “Where did Jax say he was going?”

  “I don’t think that was today,” Shadows huffed.

  “It says live, Shadows and I am pretty sure that’s near his place. Look at the sign, it says—”

  “He said he had to take care of something. That’s it. But if that is him, I am sure he has a reasonable explanation.”

  I sat back and watched, trying to ignore the reporter’s speculative banter she was exchanging with her co-anchor.

  I stood up just as Mary and Joe walked out of her room.

  It was obvious that Joe and Mary had just had an encounter of a sexual nature. Joe gave Shadows a look and Shadows laughed again.

  I shot him a glare, hoping he wouldn’t say anything more to him, and he held his hands up signaling he wouldn’t.

  When they walked out the door, Shadows laughed.

  “Please share that story with me.”

  “What story?”

  “She has to complain about sex with that dick. I mean, really, they were in there ten minutes and she came out dressed with her hair done. I certainly wouldn’t walk out of there peacocking if I were him.”

  “She isn’t the type to discuss that kind of stuff.” He laughed and it made me laugh too.

  “It would be a short discussion,” he winked.

  Then it hit me. “You like Mary.”

  “What the hell do you mean, I like Mary?”

  “I mean, you have the hots for her.”

  “No.”

  “Yes you do, admit it.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Please tell me. I could use the distraction right now, Shadows.”

  “She’s a cute little shit.”

  “Little Lamb,” I corrected him.

  “Ha, ha. Stay out of it. I am here for a purpose and it is not to get up Mary’s little lavender dress.”

  “That’s good, Lieutenant, because if you had been trying, I would say you failed this mission.”

  He sat back and laid his head against the couch. “You want to place money on it, college girl?”

  “Oh hell no, I’m not making this a game for you. I like Mary.”

  “Ouch.” He held his hand to his heart. “Better than me?”

  “Different than you.”

  He closed his eyes and chuckled quietly.

  “You should go home and get some rest. I know what happened while I was asleep last night. I heard Jax on the phone with his mother this morning.”

  He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head towards me.

  “I have a habit of—”

  I heard the door open. Shadows jumped up and pushed me so I was low on the couch. His hand automatically went to his hip, where I knew a well hidden gun was strapped.

  “Shadows, you here, man?”

  “Jesus, Irons, you scared the fuck out of me.”

  I stood up off the couch as he walked into the living room.

  “Is there a reason the fucking door is unlocked!”

  “Is there a fucking reason you were strolling on the damn beach with your girl Mimi!”

  Before he could respond, I walked into my room and slammed the door.

  I wasn’t sure why I reacted the way I did. I even told Shadows I trusted him.

  I sat at my desk and took out my books. I was going to get some work done today, come hell or high water.

  It was about five minutes before my door opened and I didn’t have to look back to know who it was. He turned my swivel chair so it was facing him. I started to say something when his hungry mouth devoured my lips. I tried not to reciprocate, I tried pulling back, but his strong yet gentle hand held my head in place.

  His tongue lightly stroked my lips and I fought against my body and desire to open to him.

  He continued and I quickly caved.

  My mouth opened and his tongue darted in, rubbing firmly up the length of mine, tasting me over and over again.

  Finally, when he had taken what he was after, his mouth left mine and his lips pressed gently to my cheek, “Morning.”

  “Jax, I am—”

  “I understand, but you and I will be discussing this laying in your bed. Nothing good comes out of fighting unless that’s where we are. Much quicker, much easier and I get to hold you before you say
you’re sorry for assuming I have done anything wrong, when you know damn well, I only want you.”

  “Jax.” his finger pressed against my lips, hushing me as his free hand pulled mine helping me stand.

  Once I was in bed, he lay next to me and leaned over using his hands to hold himself above me as his forehead just barely touched mine.

  His intense and extremely sexy green eyes peering down at me as he whispered, “Say it.”

  “Jax—”

  “Say it.” This time there was a touch of urgency in his voice.

  “I love you but—”

  “Again.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head, kissing my neck.

  “I love you.”

  “Again.” He nipped lightly on my neck.

  “I love you, Jaxson Irons.”

  I was putty in his hands.

  Wings

  Jax

  I KISSED DOWN her neck, careful not to be too harsh with her.

  I stopped and kneeled down beside of her, taking her hands, holding them to my face. “I have things going on that I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t trust you, not because I want to hide anything from you, but because I treasure you.”

  Her lower lip began quivering and then she blurted out, “I heard you on the phone. I was at the window listening to your conversation.”

  I took in a deep breath and looked into her eyes, trying to figure out how it made her feel, but I could tell it upset her.

  “You heard me.”

  “Talking to your mother. She doesn’t think I’m good enough for you, and I don’t disagree.”

  “Well, then, you’d understand how it is I feel the same way about you being too good for me.”

  “No, not ever.”

  “Frankie, I need you to tell me that you’ll be okay.” I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to say what needed to be said without hurting her as badly as it was hurting me.

  “You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

  “I’m terrified that loving me will cause you harm. That if I don’t put distance between us—”

  “No!” She sat up and winced.

  “It already has.”

  “I don’t care. Jax, I don’t care one bit. I just want to be with you.”

  Her arms wrapped around me tightly and she squeezed and the sound of hurt and pain escaped her.

  “I have to. I have to do it to protect you.”

  “So leaving me protects me how, Jax! How?”

  “It’s the only way. You won’t be alone. I promise.”

  “A hired man?”

  “No, Shadows.”

  “Why?”

  “I am not one hundred percent sure why but that’s what I am going to find out.”

  She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with tears. “Who will protect you?”

  “You. By agreeing to this, you are protecting me. By being strong and believing what I am about to tell you, regardless of what you see elsewhere, you, Frankie, are protecting me.”

  “How long, Jax?”

  “Until November.”

  “Election?”

  “Yes.”

  “You promise me you aren’t with her. That’s it’s a show. And you tell me that—”

  “You tell me you’ve loved me for a long time, that you realized it since the age of twelve. I am telling you that I saw that same emotion, felt that love, since then, too. For the very first time with your family, I felt a connection on such a different level than I had ever experienced. Not the same way as you. You did it gradually, knew what it meant. It didn’t scare the hell out of you. To me it happened with a kiss from one grieving soul to another. I ran from it, fought it, hell, I denied it, until that moment on the beach when I saw you after three years. You were not a child anymore. You grew so much in three years, and not just physically. Your eyes were different, like they had seen both sides of the world, not just the one you were blessed enough to be raised in. I knew right then if I didn’t walk—”

  She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Run.”

  “Hell yes, I ran. I wanted nothing to do with making you see the world’s darkness any more than you had. And I didn’t know what to do with the feelings inside of me until that first night. That night, something inside of me changed and I still fought it because it just didn’t feel right not being with you. I thought you broke something inside of me, until I realized you just opened up a part of me I didn’t know existed. In doing that, you became part of me. What I am trying to say, Frankie, is if you can’t do this, I understand and I will put in for a transfer because I would need a thousand miles between us to keep my word to you. Nothing less would work because I love you, Francesca Cruz, those words still aren’t enough, it’s so much stronger, so until I invent a new way to say it, I will say I love you, every day, forever, if not in words, in touch, in person, then in this.”

  I reached in my pocket and pulled out a necklace I had bought just a few hours ago. The long platinum chain was attached to a round tapped metal locket. When opened, one side had an angel, and the other side the word love.

  She smiled as tears fell down her face and I put the necklace on her. She reached down and pulled the locket up and opened it.

  “If you look closely, your initials are in scripted in the wings. See the F?”

  “I do, but not the C.”

  I nodded. “That would be hard to see because it’s not there.”

  “Oh.” She smiled, not catching on to what I was telling her.

  “Look closer.”

  “I am, Jax, but—”

  “When this is all over. When I have figured it all out and know I will not put you in any danger, that’s what I want, Francesca.”

  She took in a quivering deep breath as she traced the I on the other wing. “You’re sure?”

  “I am a man who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to have it. If you want the same thing—”

  “After graduation.”

  “You’re sure.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I have never wanted anything more.”

  “Say it.” She whispered against my lips.

  “I love you, Frankie.”

  “Again.”

  “I. Love. You.”

  Need overtook sense and I kissed her harder than I had wanted. She whimpered but pulled me closer and climbed on my lap. She pushed her little hand between us and tried to unbutton my pants while our tongues caressed one another’s.

  I pulled back and unbuttoned them myself as she stood on the bed and tore off her shorts and thong. I pushed up on my knees and pulled my jeans down as I looked at her naked bare pussy. She pushed on my shoulders and I grabbed her hips, pulling her towards me. I licked her hot bare flesh and she gasped as her nails dug into my skin. I kissed her skin as I pushed one and then two fingers inside her and she clenched around them. I rubbed my thumb up and pushed on her clit as I curled my fingers inside her.

  “God, yes,” she moaned as she rocked into my fingers.

  I licked her outer lips as she rode my hand.

  “Fuck my hand, Frankie.”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  “Come for me, Frankie. Come, sweetheart.”

  I leaned in and sucked on her clit and felt her quiver and contract inside.

  I leaned back so I could watch her come. I fucking loved watching her fall apart.

  She pushed against my hand harder, then screamed out my name. My name had never sounded so god damn good.

  I laid her down, “Roll over, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt your ribs. On all fours.”

  I loved the way she looked from behind. I could fully see every beautiful part of her. She was living and movable art. The perfectly round ass was even more round in this position.

  I pushed her shirt up, “Take it off,” and I unsnapped her bra which she removed as well.

  Her back was as beautiful as the rest of her, her long black hair cascaded over her soft tanned skin. Her shoulders were m
ore rounded. The overall view from this angle was enough to send my primal urges into overdrive.

  Her toes were pointed, making the definition in her calves even more alluring. She was fully exposed to me and ready to take whatever I offered. She was my treasure, my lover, my love.

  Finally I allowed myself to look at the spot where we connected, joined together. Her hot skin was slick with her juices and I couldn’t wait to see my cock slide in and out of her as she coated it and made it glisten.

  In this position she was fully submitting to me, giving me all control. I dug my fingers into her waist and gripped tightly.

  She responded in a plea, “Jax, please.”

  “Give me a minute to admire you, Frankie. Fuck, you are magnificent.”

  I leaned in and kissed her cheeks and then licked between them.

  “Jax, please.” She pushed against me.

  The hunger in her voice mirrored the hunger burning inside of me.

  I rubbed my cock up and down her wet folds, soaking it with her juices.

  Once aligned, I took her hips in my hands holding them still as I slowly pushed into her, watching each inch disappear inside. Once I was all in, I leaned over and kissed her shoulder blades and licked up her neck. I loved the taste of her skin. I reached beneath her, cupped her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She whimpered as I pulled at them. I stood up, released her breast, took her hips and pulled back, watching her from behind.

  Slowly I slid back in and just as slowly out, bathing in her warmth, her wetness. After several strokes and hearing her purrs, whimpers, and moans, I moved faster. No longer sliding in her silk pussy but thrusting deeper and harder.

  My pace quickened and I leaned to the side, wanting to see her beautiful face, but was distracted as I watched her perfect C-cup bounce with each thrust.

  “God, Frankie, you are an angel.”

  “Oh, Jax,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”

  I reached around her and rubbed her hardened clit and she yelled out louder, “Yes.”

  I continued rubbing her as I plunged in and out of her harder and faster as I rubbed, squeezed and kissed her body. I couldn’t get enough. I was like a man possessed.

  She attempted to push against me but this position was mine. All mine. I was going to set the pace the entire time. She would come, when I was ready.