She looks fucking hot pressed up against the wall, her arms stretched above her head, and her round ass mere inches from the front of my jeans. Without taking my eyes from her rump, I kick my shoes free and toe the socks off. But I need to slow down before I'm inside her in two seconds.
I snap my eyes closed and pull in a few large breaths before opening them again as I drop to my knees. I sling my shirt over my head and unfasten my jeans, making room for my erection to breathe.
I'm eye-level with her firm ass and enjoy the shiver that runs through her as my hands slide up beneath her fitted dress. My hands move toward her hips, and I've yet to encounter panties, but my cock jerks hard when I discover she isn't wearing any. I push her legs apart and can't resist sliding my fingers between—arousal coating them.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her head turns, and her eyes heat with a fire I've never seen in her before. Holding her gaze, I slowly suck my fingers.
"Oh, God, Jaxon." She trembles.
“Take it off. I want you bare.”
Without pausing, she lifts the dress over her head and lets it drop to the floor.
I stand no chance now.
Quickly moving to my feet, I drop my jeans and shorts, kicking them away. My hand wraps around my cock, and I stroke while my eyes look over Poppy's back. She's one hot woman.
“I want you to ride my cock as you did in the club, but this time, I’m going to come inside your pussy.” I press kisses on her neck and follow her spine down, crouching, so I’m eye-level with her cute bottom. I bite each firm cheek before quickly standing and positioning my cock at her entrance. I then press her hips downwards as I shove up.
She's so fucking tight that my eyes roll with pleasure, and my balls nearly burst when Poppy squeezes me and moans. "You feel perfect, Jaxon." She swivels her hips, and my head fucking spins.
“So good,” she moans.
I release her hips and find my eyes fixated on her ass as she moves. I slide my hands around to her belly and up to her breasts. Her body breaks out in goosebumps when I pinch her nipples, rubbing them with the palms of my hands before I tweak them again. I cup the weight of her breasts and take her tight nipples between my finger and thumbs, rolling and tugging the flesh.
Her hips are frantically moving, and my dick is seconds from blowing when I realize I don't want our first time to be like this. I want to watch her body take its pleasure from mine.
Pulling out, Poppy moans, “No,” trying to keep me inside her snug pussy, but she shudders when I turn her in my arms and enter her again.
“I need to watch you come,” I explain, and drop to the sofa with her under me.
Her hands cup my face as I drop my forehead to hers. I wrap my arms around her hips to hold her tightly, and then I thrust hard. Her eyes widen as her body grows wetter, hotter.
Poppy gasps and tries to wiggle, so I change position slightly and make sure her hips are pinned to the sofa as I thrust and thrust. Her pussy quivers around my cock, hardening me further. Her fingers slide over my head as I suck and nip at her nipples, and then she squeezes me so fucking tight as her orgasm hits, my own joining hers. Semen pours out of me. Nothing has ever felt so fucking hot as coming inside of her with nothing between us.
Oh, fuck! Condom!
I give a half-assed attempt at pulling out, but she refuses to unlock her legs from around my hips.
My body hums and hardens when I feel her fingernails digging into my ass. She wiggles beneath me as I drop my face into the curve of her neck and groan from the pleasure.
“I need you again,” she whispers. “Make love to me.”
***
I come awake wondering if a penis can fall off from coming too many times in one night. Then I laugh at my stupidity.
Reaching out, my hand connects with cold sheets. I stumble from the bed, my cock already hard and aching. In the living room, it slowly starts to hit me—she's left. How could she go without waking me?
A piece of paper catches my eye, sitting on the breakfast bar. I don’t even touch it when the words she’s written jump from the page into my brain.
Jaxon,
You asked for one night.
Maybe I’ll see you around if I’m ever back in Boston.
Poppy.
What the ever-loving fuck!
I drop my naked ass to a kitchen chair. Not only has she left me, but Boston? Why didn't I know she was going? How could she leave after the night we shared?
Because you asked for one night. You, asshole!
I didn’t want one night. I wanted every damn night with her. I only offered her one night to get her in my bed where I planned—today—to make sure she stayed and understood how much she means to me.
I was playing forever.
17
Jaxon
My feet pound on the pavement, and sweat runs down my back, trickling between the cheeks of my ass. I struggle for breath as more sweat runs into my eyes; the more I push myself forward. It’s been like this for the past four months. I'm angry she left. I also miss seeing her around. Every day she'd walk through Boston Common, and I'd take great delight in seeing the blush high on her cheekbones when she'd see me running toward her. I missed her smile. I missed the way her eyes lighted as she’d raise them to mine.
Shaking my head, I swallow hard and continue pushing myself further through Jacobson Park, Lexington. Splashing through a puddle from the recent rain, I lift my gaze and focus on the McKenzie building straight ahead. It rises sixty stories into the low clouds, becoming larger the closer I get.
I've been working there for the past month. So far, I'm enjoying being the Health Coordinator for the company. It sounds more impressive than it is. Still, it means I get to spend time doing what I love—running, swimming, hockey—while getting the McKenzie employees motivated to look after their health with any level of exercise. There is some resistance. However, in general, I have a percentage of the staff signed up.
Sighing heavily, I follow the curve of the path around to the right and nearly fall over my feet.
In the distance, a woman climbs into a taxi, the shine of her dark hair catching the sun. She’s in profile and stops me cold.
Turn around. Turn around.
The taxi pulls away with my eyes fixed on the back window, desperate for the woman in the cab to turn around so I can see her face. She disappears around the corner without a backward glance. It couldn’t have been Poppy.
I’m going crazy.
Jogging across the road, I enter the McKenzie building and head straight for the reception desk where Sian smiles, flashing her pearly whites.
"Morning, Jaxon," she greets, shoving her chest out.
The first time she did this, I was caught off guard and allowed myself to become distracted. I wasn't interested, just surprised.
"The woman who just left, who did she meet with?" I question and watch her smile slip, and her lips become tight. I've made a mistake, and unless I lay on the charm, she isn't going to tell me anything. So, leaning further over the desk, I whisper, "I'd appreciate the information, Sian."
“Enough to have a drink with me?”
“Yes,” I say quickly. Probably a mistake, but anything right now to find out who that woman was.
Sian stays silent, and I can see her brain ticking over before a smile splits her face. "She didn't want to see anyone. Came in off the street and asked if I could call her a cab.” She shrugs. “I helped a girl out.” A breath away, she asks, “What about that drink after work?”
Disappointment settles in the pit of my stomach because I thought it had been Poppy. I’d desperately wanted it to have been. I see the sexy Professor everywhere, when in fact, she isn’t there.
“After work, Jaxon?” Sian interrupts my thoughts, and I blink, wondering what the hell she's going on about. "You agreed to have drinks with me if I told you what that woman wanted…So, drink after work. I'll be waiting," she whispers, not giving me a chance to contradict her.
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Fuck!
Hearing the swish of an elevator, I take the opportunity to escape up to the fifty-sixth floor where our head office is. My own doesn’t have a private bathroom, but my cousin, Michael, has one. I’m more than willing to share it with him.
I grin, getting off the elevator and walk straight into Alexander, another cousin, and new father. He winces when he sees my sweaty self. "Why are you punishing yourself?" He backs away.
“Running isn’t punishment.” I walk with him. “It helps clear my head and sets me up for the day.”
“Whatever,” he mumbles. “I get enough exercise with Rachel.”
“I shudder at the thought.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.” He shoves me with his shoulder.
He doesn't realize I've stopped walking until I whisper, "I wanted to try, but she disappeared."
Alexander turns wearing a frown across his brows. "That's the first time I've heard you admit something is going on with a girl."
Weary, I follow him into his office and drop on his sofa. "We had one amazing night. The following morning, I awoke and found she'd left. Not only me but the State. I'd wanted her for more than a night, Alex. I wanted her to stay."
“Have you tried to find her?”
"I know where she went." I dip my head at the thought of her with someone else. "She was with another man." I lift my gaze to Alexander. "All I want is for her to be happy, and if that isn't with me, then I'll hopefully get over it. I'm just not ready to let her go yet." I groan and lean back against the sofa. "I think I've just agreed to go out for drinks with Sian."
“Who?”
“The girl you hired as a receptionist.”
"Now, I'm confused."
After I explain how that came about, Alexander the asshole laughs. "Wait until I tell Rachel." He coughs and brings himself under control. "She is good at her job."
"That might be the case, but she wants a husband with the McKenzie surname, and now, because I'm a nice guy, I'm taking her for drinks."
"Something is up with your brother, so take her to Kenza and check in on him."
I frown. “Ryan? He seemed okay at New Year. He was talking about investing in condoms with the baby boom going on in the family.”
Alexander rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me.” Moving from the chair to behind his desk, he says, “I have work to do, as I’m sure you do.”
“I need a shower first.” I grin. “Michael in?”
Shaking his head, Alexander chuckles. "You have roughly thirty minutes before he is."
I head to his office after grabbing a clean set of clothes.
18
Poppy
Walking into my hotel room, I let my coat and scarf fall to the bed as I walk in a dream toward the chair in the window. Sitting, I kick my shoes off and settle more comfortably into the chair while I look out over Lexington.
I rub at my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Stress and worry. When I'd made up my mind to come and find Jaxon, I hadn't realized it would be so difficult. Firstly, I'd gone to Boston and heard through a friend that he'd traveled home. So here I was, however, still so far.
The woman at the McKenzie building hadn't been amicable, and I sensed she wanted me gone. If it hadn't been for the security guard standing to the side of her, then I don't think she'd have called me a cab. Although he didn't say a word to me, he'd been courteous and refused the five-dollar tip I’d tried to shove into his hand.
Tears slowly trickle down my face as sadness overwhelms me. I rub my tummy absentmindedly, wondering what to do next. I do have one more place to look for him before I give in and go to his home address. That's the last resort.
In Boston, Jaxon had been everywhere. I hadn’t been able to turn around without seeing his eyes on me.
I missed him.
I knew I would when I walked out of his apartment early that morning.
As a visiting Professor, I knew the rules, and no matter how difficult Jaxon had made it for me, I didn't break them. Not even that last night. My contract had come to an end. I'd been free to be with whom I wanted, without rules getting in the way. I took what I wanted. What I knew Jaxon wanted—then I'd left. Crept out like what we'd shared had been a one-night stand. My heart had been involved and still is.
Four months I've stayed away, but I can't anymore. I want to see Jaxon again. Talk to him. See him smile. See the way his eyes light up when he looks at me. I want him to know how I fell in love with him before the night we spent together. Of course, I won't be admitting any of that to him. I have a more pressing need. One that I'm not sure how he will feel or even want to know.
Slowly wiping at my cheeks with my fingers, I turn my head slightly and sigh when my brother places his hand on my shoulder. He squeezes and takes the chair opposite. I've been living with him since I left Boston. He's my best friend and the only person I trust, which is why he's traveled to Lexington with me.
I’m grateful to him, but I wish he'd stayed home instead of coming on this trip. Although I'm nervous, it's something I felt I had to do alone. If only David had listened. It's exhausting having him in my ear all the time. He isn't a big fan of Jaxon and won't listen to anything I have to say that's positive. He's twisted the whole thing around so that it sounds like Jaxon is the only one to blame for my heartache when I know it isn't. We were both there that night. Consenting adults. I'd craved his touch, knowing that I was leaving Boston the following day. I could have told him. Instead, I'd taken what I wanted and left him not knowing how I truly felt about him.
Now I’m not sure if I’ll ever know how he truly feels about me.
“Did you see him?” David asks, his fingers steepled together in front of his face.
"No." Sighing heavily, I admit, "He's away from the office for two weeks. The receptionist wasn't pleased about it either."
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“I’m thinking?”
“Think aloud. You know how much it annoys me when you do that ‘hmm’ thing.”
“The doctor told you to stay relaxed.”
"I was there. I heard every word the doctor said. I also heard you when you tried to interfere.”
His brows shoot up. He had no idea I'd heard him whispering to my doctor, who put my brother straight.
"Stop, please. You are my brother and my best friend, that won't ever change no matter what happens once I've spoken to Jaxon. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself."
He coughs in surprise. "Oh?"
"Yes." My word is final, and to my relief, he says no more. "I'm going to nap before lunch.”
Leaving my brother to stew, I pad in bare feet into the room I'd claimed as my bedroom. David says he needs space while traveling, which is why we have a two-bedroom suite instead of our own compact rooms. I'm willing to humor him for now, but I'm sure there will come a time soon where we have words.
In all fairness, I did land on his doorstep in tears, not knowing what to do. So, I only have myself to blame for David’s need to protect me being a bit too much.
A soft sigh leaves my mouth as I sink into the soft mattress. Everything seems to ache these days, my heart most of all.
Exhaustion finally pulls me into a deep sleep.
***
Fastening my necklace, I stand back and look at myself in the full-length mirror. I look good. My new low-heeled black boots stop mid-thigh, leaving some of my bare legs on display. It's meant to entice. My brother would have a fit if he saw me in this. However, I want to look good for when Jaxon sees me. I know he looked before, and I want that attention again. I crave that attention.
I twist so that I'm in profile and reaching up, cradle my belly through the thin black dress. I'm eighteen weeks pregnant with a stomach that gets more significant daily. As much as I've told myself that I'm only looking for Jaxon to inform him we're having a baby, my heart is hoping for so much more. I'm afraid, though. My brother thinks I'm stupid for wanting more with Ja
xon because, after all, he never came after me. Maybe I am silly, but it's something I need to know. I need to see if he wants the baby and me, or neither of us. It will break my heart if he doesn't want us, but at least I'll know and not spend the rest of my life wondering.
David left me sleeping, probably thinking I’d sleep until morning and forget all about my plan to visit Kenza. My belly is full of nerves, but there is no way I'd forget about my idea. I knew Kenza was his family-owned business, so if Jaxon isn't there, then I'll be able to get a message to him that I'm in town—at least that is the plan.
I slip out of the hotel room and hope I don’t bump into my brother downstairs.
19
Jaxon
Watching Ryan flirt with the ladies at the bar has me wincing. He's a fool, but his corny lines are working. Once or twice, he only smiles and captures the solo attention of the women. He moves down the bar toward me with a cocky smirk on his lips. "And that," he says, "is how it's done." He swipes at me with the towel he grabs from over his shoulder.
“I find it hard to believe we’re even related right now.” I shake my head laughing.
“You’re jealous,” he accuses.
“Hell, no! I have a girl—”
“Jaxon, sorry I’m late,” Sian says, jumping up on the seat beside me.
Ryan raises a brow and ignores Sian when she asks the bartender for a drink. I'm not interested, and I'm only here because I said I'd have a drink with her—the stupid idiot I am.
“Why don’t you dance with me?”
I cringe inside but smile. "You go dancing. I'm resting my feet while catching up with my brother.”
Sian huffs and flounces off into the middle of the dance floor. Hopefully, she won't be back any time soon—lots of guys looking for a good time in her vicinity.
“Going back to this girl you’re in love with—”
Sighing, I add, “I haven’t worked out how I’m going to get her to choose me.”
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