Pleasure Point: The Complete Series

by Evans, Jennifer

  Nice profile picture. Pretty optimistic.

  Not optimistic. Realistic. She won’t be able to resist me.

  In your dreams, buddy.

  We texted back and forth for a few minutes: stuff about the waves, how the shop was doing, about Eugene (He’s got this funny friend named Nelson), and I told him Rosalyn would be making plans to go to the Trinity Clinic soon.

  On impulse, I decided to call Butch.

  “Can’t resist the sound of my voice?” he said.

  “Hey man, will you do me a favor?”

  “What’s up?”

  “Can you go down to Sunset Cliffs and cut off a piece of the rope and mail it to me?”

  “Why do you want that?”

  I told him the rest of my idea, and he agreed to mail me a package.

  When we hung up the phone, I realized two things.

  I was definitely quitting the escort business, and I needed to break up with Holly. In person.

  Rosalyn

  There was no room in my life for luxuries like falling in love. But every time I saw Jax saunter up to the house with his surfboard tucked under his arm, his wetsuit pulled down around his waist, those broad shoulders and his powerfully developed chest … Well, everything in the world seemed brighter.

  Jax had been in Santa Cruz for about a week. He shuttled Eugene around, emptied the trash, unclogged the kitchen drain, cleaned Leo’s cat box, and even took my car in for service. He made everything easier.

  One day after work, I had extra energy, which was something I’d taken for granted when I was healthy. The chemo made me violently ill, and the drugs the oncologist prescribed were so dreadful, with side effects like nightmares, vaginal dryness, and a complete lack of sex drive, that I had quickly gotten off them. Who cared if you had a shot at curing your cancer if you couldn’t have an orgasm? I was trying to make light of the situation, but I guess the joke was on me.

  I stripped off my work clothes, pulled on a pair of cutoffs and one of Eugene’s rock band T-shirts that actually fit because of the weight I’d lost, turned up the Led Zeppelin, and danced around the kitchen while washing dishes.

  When I heard Jax walk up the steps and set his surfboard on the front porch, my pulse quickened, and my face felt hot.

  He strode into the kitchen, his wet hair smoothed back from his face and gave me one of those charming smiles of his. He snuck up behind me, grabbing me, twisting my arm gently behind my back and holding me in a vise grip. He leaned into me and put his mouth to my ear. “Hey you. I’m trying to keep from liking you again.”

  “And why do you want to keep from liking me?” I said.

  “Because you’re trouble.”

  I felt his strong body against mine. “Not any kind of trouble you can’t handle.”

  “But sometimes I’m still mad at you.”

  His breath was hot against my cheek. “You are?”

  “But I really want to be here.”

  “And I really want you to be here.”

  He let go of me, and I turned around to face him and those crazy blue eyes.

  “I’ve got good news,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  “I got the twenty grand.”

  I stared at him. “What did you just say?”

  “I said, I got the twenty grand.”

  My hand flew to my mouth. “You did! Jax … What? How, oh my God! This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me. I don’t know what to say.”

  “And you know what I think we should do with the money?” he said.

  “What?”

  “You and me, let’s go to Hawaii for the weekend.”

  I poked him in the chest. “You, Mr. Priest, are a comedian. Nice try. Now go get out of that wetsuit and pick Eugene up from school.” I gazed at Jax as he towered over me, a full-grown man now. I touched his arm and gave it a light squeeze. Our eyes met. “Jax, thank you … for everything.”

  He shrugged. “Man’s gotta take care of his family.”

  With the money in place, I had to tell Eugene soon. About the Trinity program, about Jax. I shivered and hugged myself. “Would you be willing to go to the clinic with me? They say I need to have a companion.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “I do.”

  “Then it’s done. It may not be Hawaii, but the website showed a picture of a swimming pool.” He grinned, grabbed an apple out of the fridge, and took a bite.

  We stood there and smiled at each other for a full minute, me in my bare feet, Jax still dripping wet from the ocean. He was close enough that I could see the stubble on his chin, the beginnings of a two-day beard. I longed to reach out and caress his jaw, touch his lips, maybe even stand on tiptoes and kiss him. I shook away the thought of how his warm tongue would feel in my mouth.

  “Get out of that wetsuit,” I scolded. “You’re dripping all over my kitchen floor.”

  He walked toward the bathroom, and I said, “Oh by the way, a package came for you.” I picked up the box from the kitchen counter and handed it to him. He accepted the parcel, and our hands brushed, an electric current passing between us. He thanked me with a smile, those engaging blue eyes alive with mischief.

  That night after dinner, it started pouring rain. Eugene cleared the table and set the dirty dishes in the sink. I jumped when a bolt of lightning lit up the kitchen window followed by a loud clap of thunder. Leo, who was drinking water from his cat bowl, tore out of the kitchen and streaked into the living room where he dove underneath the sofa.

  “Eugene,” I said, “Make sure you’ve got your raincoat and umbrella for school tomorrow. Looks like a big storm.”

  “Jeez mom, I can handle it. What happens if I get wet? I’m not gonna melt.”

  “But you need to stay warm.”

  Eugene looked to Jax for support, and Jax gave a little shrug, a worried look, and pointed at me like I was a crazy lady.

  “And don’t you try to save him.” I smacked Jax with my kitchen towel.

  “The kid can handle a little rain, can’t you?” Jax said.

  Eugene finished setting the dishes in the sink then retreated to his bedroom where the door promptly closed.

  “Guess we’re dismissed for the night,” I said, handing Jax the kitchen towel. “Help me dry the dishes, will you babe?”

  We stood side by side in companionable silence, and it felt like we really were a family. Admittedly, a bit of an odd family.

  When the kitchen was clean, I made sure Eugene completed his homework, brushed his teeth, and cleaned under his fingernails. Jax retired to his makeshift bed on the sofa with a surfing magazine. Then I showered and slipped into a comfy, oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties.

  I padded to the kitchen for a glass of water, and when I passed Jax on the way to bed, he looked up from his magazine. “How are the sleeping accommodations?” I said.

  He smiled. “Better than what I’m used to, which is a sleeping bag.”

  “You do not sleep in a sleeping bag,” I said. “Do you?”

  Jax chuckled. “Nah, not really. Just a mattress on the floor.” He patted the sofa. “This thing’s like a pillow top mattress compared to that.”

  I gazed at Jax. “When are you getting a decent bed?”

  He looked at me with amusement. “Who needs a bed when I’ve got all those great surfboards? Priorities ma’am.”

  I stood there for a moment. “Well, goodnight then.” He gave me a little salute.

  Entering my room, I cozied into bed with a book and pulled my feather comforter up around me. I’d been reading for about twenty minutes and was just getting to the exciting part of my book when I heard a light tap on my door.

  “Come in.”

  Jax strode into my bedroom. He was bare-chested, and I was entranced by the way his jeans hung low on his hips. He went straight to the window and closed it. “Heck of a storm. Water’s getting in.” He shut the curtains. “There. You’re safe now.”

  “What do you want?” I asked
, setting my book aside. “I’m reading, if you don’t mind.”

  He smiled at me and said, “I’m afraid of the storm, and Leo can’t help me.” And then he slid into the bed next to me, making my side of the bed bounce up.

  I smacked him with my book. “Big baby.”

  “Rosalyn?”

  “What?”

  “Will you show me what they did to you after the mastectomy?”

  “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” I hadn’t shown my breasts to anyone.

  He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow, those long legs of his causing his feet to hang off the edge of the bed. “Please?”

  “I don’t know if—”

  “Please?” He toyed with the hem of my T-shirt. My heartbeat thrummed in my ears. I crossed my legs and shifted uncomfortably.

  “Why do you want to see them? They’re not that interesting.”

  “Because,” he said, gazing at me with those mesmerizing eyes. “Because I think they did a good job from what I can see through your T-shirt. And I still think you’re sexy.”

  When he said that, it felt like it was just the two of us back in my apartment in Point Loma. I couldn’t remember the last time someone told me I was sexy.

  “Well, okay. But you can only look for a few minutes.” I uncrossed my legs, lay my head back, my hair fanning out over the feather pillow and said, “Knock yourself out.”

  With wide eyes, he slowly lifted my T-shirt until it was just above my breasts, not taking his eyes off my body the whole time.

  He sucked in his breath. “Wow. They did a great job. My God, Roz, you look like a porn star.”

  I smacked him on the arm. “Have some respect for your elders.”

  “How’d they do it?”

  I explained the whole process; they had removed both my breasts, then put in what are called extenders, for the process of pumping up my breasts with saline solution every few weeks. Another surgery was performed in which lifelike nipples were constructed with flesh taken from my back. Then the nipples were tattooed to look natural. To me, the whole thing was unappetizing, but to Jax, it was a wonder, judging by the way he stared at my boobs with wide-eyed astonishment.

  “Can I touch them?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Just for a second? Please?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay. But just for a second.”

  His warm hands started on my stomach, gently stroking and rubbing, then worked their way up to my breasts where he ran his fingertips over the nipples. He caressed both mounds of flesh that were now my best-money-can-buy boobs.

  “How’s it work? Can you feel anything?”

  I shook my head. “Sensation’s gone.”

  “What about if I do this?” He moved his hands along my waist, then over my tummy, then gently rubbed his warm, masculine hand over my panties.

  My breath hitched, and my legs spread slightly.

  “Seems like you remember what it’s like when your lover touched you.” His eyes were smiling.

  “Jax—”

  He put his finger to my lips.

  “Your breasts are beautiful. You’re beautiful. Can I kiss them?”

  “No!” Why the hell not? You’ve gone this far, Rosalyn.

  “Please?”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Please?”

  “Well, okay, but just a little.”

  He covered my breasts with small kisses, gazing into my eyes. “I know you can’t feel much, but maybe if I kiss you here.” His mouth was warm and gentle as he covered my stomach, waist, and panties with feather-soft kisses, his tongue making the most exquisite contact. I sucked in my breath, my legs tightening, my pelvis contracting. My body tensed in recognition of the last time his hands and mouth roamed freely. I expelled a shuddering breath. He kissed his way up my waist, over my breasts, and then my neck, his mouth wet, his breath hot.

  “Jax—”

  Those hypnotic eyes gazed into mine. “Rosalyn, you’re beautiful.” And then, he kissed me. His warm mouth was on mine, his tongue gently probing, one hand in my hair and the other on my tummy, softly stroking. He tasted like the ocean. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “God, I’ve missed you.” Suddenly, he snapped into a sitting position, his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t ask me in here.”

  I looked at this man who was the father of my child, who was always eager to please me, who had dropped everything he was doing to be here. This man who took care of all the tiny details in my life as well as the big ones. I stroked his powerful shoulders. “I’m not sorry, Jax. I’m glad you’re here.”

  His hands fell away from his face, and he was on top of me, kissing me urgently, his hands in my hair and on my breasts and on my butt, and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans digging into my pelvis. He pulled away long enough to look at me through glazed eyes and said, “Rosalyn, I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

  This time, when Jax told me he loved me, I didn’t stop him. I hugged him back, melting into him. He held me in his strong embrace, and I allowed myself to fall into his safety net. “Oh baby, come here.” I drew him in for a deep, sensuous kiss. His hungry lips were on mine, his hands gently drawing my head to his.

  “Rosalyn,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire, “I can’t stand it anymore. I have to make love to you. Can I make love to you again? Please?”

  There was nothing I wanted more. Jax was everything I’d ever wanted in a partner. Loving, caring, attentive, and sexier than hell. My body thrummed in anticipation of the promise of having Jax make love to me again. The fire between us may have ebbed over the years, but the embers had never been extinguished.

  I grabbed the back of his hair and kissed him. “I think, Mr. Priest, that would be just what the doctor ordered.”

  He reached into his jeans pocket and removed a condom. My hand covered his. “No.”

  “We need to be safe,” he said.

  “Can I tell you something?” The words hung between us. “I’ve had exactly one partner since you. It was about a year after Eugene was born.” I looked away. “It was a mistake.” I didn’t want to go on about how much of a disappointment that partner had been. He wasn’t Jax. “My life has been about raising Eugene.”

  Jax lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. “I’ve been with more than one.”

  I rolled over and looked into his eyes. “I’d be surprised if you hadn’t.” The truth was that I didn’t know how much time I had left. Who cared about safe sex? “It’s been so long, baby. I want to feel you inside me. “I’ve been checked over by doctors six ways to Sunday. I’m safe. And I trust you.”

  He toyed with the condom packet, turning it over in his hands. “You’re sure about this?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  He smiled broadly. “Maybe I can get you pregnant again.”

  “Maybe.” There was no way on God’s green earth that was happening. All the drugs I’d taken had made me infertile. “But with the treatments I’ve had, that’s not likely.”

  He slid the condom back into his pocket. “What are we waiting for?”

  Jax made love to me that stormy, windswept night. First, he slowly lifted my T-shirt over my head. His eyes, as they gazed into mine, were an especially deep ultramarine in that moment. He slowly removed my panties then spread my legs and gently rubbed his palm on my sweet spot as my pelvis jerked up to his hand. “Oh my God, you’re so sexy.” He unzipped his jeans, revealing that gorgeous hard-on that had been the star of my erotic fantasies. Trancelike, I watched while he brushed the throbbing tip against me for just a second before pulling away. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I nodded, mesmerized by having him almost naked in front of me.

  He stood up and removed his faded blue jeans. His chest and shoulders were finely sculpted from a lifetime of paddling, his muscular abdomen rippled under the light of the occasional lightning bolt that streaked through the window. I wanted to drink in
his deliciousness. I couldn’t take my eyes off his athletic physique and wanted to devour him right then. His gaze roamed the length of my body, from my face to my breasts, to my stomach, down my legs, to my feet and back up again. “Oh Roz, I want you so bad.” He kneeled down next to the bed. “Come here, baby. Scoot down a little.”

  I laid on the edge of the bed, and Jax grabbed a pillow. “Put this under your head. I want you to watch me do it.” I propped my body up at his words, watching in fascination as Jax prepared to devastate me with his mouth.

  He spread my legs. “Oh God, you’re so wet. I can’t take it. I have to taste you.”

  Jax had not forgotten anything I taught him as he went straight for my sweet spot, the calloused ridge of his thumb slightly brushing across my sex. I inhaled at his touch, sensation pouring through every nerve in my body. I involuntarily bucked from his touch, my body wanting more. He closed his eyes and inhaled my scent. When his tongue touched my clit, I closed my eyes and my head fell back. My body relaxed, my legs opening wider and I collapsed against the pillow. I twisted my fingers through his hair as he kissed and lapped my little pearl, the bud swelling under his wet tongue. When I opened my eyes and looked into his, the look in his eyes was a raging fire. As his mouth worked its magic, he caressed my inner thighs and tugged on my pubic hair, his masculine hand fondling my abdomen and breasts. A moan escaped my lips, and I said, “Yes, baby, just like that, so good.”

  My mouth was practically panting as I stared at Jax, bare-chested between my legs. I lay my head back again and gave myself over to the heavenly sensations. “You’re nice and swollen, baby.” My legs tensed, and my breathing became erratic. After a few minutes, his husky voice said, “You’re almost ready, aren’t you?” He slipped a finger inside me as his tongue massaged faster. The exquisite telltale sensations of my pelvis contracting and my whole body tightening enveloped my being. Jax gazed at me with those sexy blue eyes. “You ready, baby?” I threw my head back and gave myself over to the divine burst of pleasure as I came. My body quivered as Jax slowly worked his fingers in and out of me. “Mmm, you taste good. Yeah, I can feel you coming, baby.” I put both my feet on his shoulders as he stroked the inside of my thighs, keeping his warm mouth on me as I gave myself over to a deep orgasm that started in my pelvis and worked its way up my spine to every nerve in my body and erupted as a buzzing in my head.