Jaxon - Bad Boys of New York Book #1

by Mackenzy Fox

  “Jaxon…” she breathes as I move in and out, giving her no reprieve. I know she’s close again.

  “Let go,” I whisper. I suck on her neck knowing it’ll leave a mark and she clenches me tight and comes around me gloriously.

  I grin as I lift up and out and pull her down the bed closer to me, her hair wafts out onto the pillows and she pants breathlessly wondering what I’m going to do next. I grab her legs and while on my knees, I lift them so they both rest on one shoulder, I tilt her hips slightly and sink into her again, knowing I’m going deep. She moans as I take it slow, in, out, in, out. God this feels like heaven, she’s so tight around me, I wish I could last forever because this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  “You like that, babe?”

  She answers with only groaning and moaning noises and I can’t tear my eyes away from where we’re joined, watching me take her in and out is setting me on fire and I know I’m going to come so hard.

  “I-I... oh God, Jax…”

  “That’s it, MJ, take it like the naughty little girl you are, this is what you do to me when you defy me and pout and make out this is just sex.”

  “It’s not just sex,” she breathes. “I lied…”

  I smack her ass cheek and she moans as I grab her ankles and spread them wide so each foot is on either side of my shoulders, I hold them there and pump into her furiously. My bed is so awesome, it doesn’t move or creak or groan, it takes everything I’ve got.

  It pleases me that she lets go again and I thrust my hips as I hit the end of her just at the right pace to draw out her chasing release, she reaches to grab my balls and I can’t hold on any more, I come with force as I slam once, twice, then still and unload violently as I curse her name.

  I know I’ve never experienced sex like this before and I know that it’s because Morgan is the first girl I’ve actually cared about in a long time.

  I know I’m screwed and not just literally. I really am screwed because I’m falling for her.

  And I just don’t seem to care.

  23

  Morgan

  I sleep like a baby. I never knew when I first laid eyes on Jaxon that he’d be into snuggling in bed, I never imagined myself in bed with him, truth be told. I spent two weeks cussing him out and secretly crushing on him at the same time. It seems he also likes to spoon. It’s off the charts.

  I push my butt back into him to see if he’s awake.

  “You keep doing that and it’ll be round three,” he whispers in my ear.

  I giggle. “I never picked you for a snuggler,” I admit.

  “I’m not,” he grumbles.

  His body language says differently, his arms wrapped around me, he smells like a dream. I love being in his arms.

  We had hot and heavy sex last night, all night, but it was also so tender and warm. Jaxon is such an unselfish lover; I’ve never been with anybody who made my body feel so alight with passion before. He takes care of business like nobody’s business.

  “Kind of seem like you are,” I tease.

  “Think yourself lucky, MJ,” he tells me sleepily. “I normally send the girls home.”

  I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of meaningless sex,” I say haughtily, I don’t like to imagine him with other women but everyone has a past. I wonder if I’m being daft thinking I could be in his future. “Some of us don’t give it away so easily.”

  “Really?” he says in a mocking tone. “I seem to remember you jumping me in the hotel.”

  I groan loudly. “It was your fault coming into my room dressed in boxer shorts and nothing else.”

  “When I jumped out of my interrupted sleep to avenge your murder, I didn’t think about putting a shirt on,” he tells me dryly.

  “Am I just another notch on your belt?” I wonder out loud.

  “Nah,” he says, kissing my hair. “You’re more like a giant pain in my ass.”

  “Hey!” I say, trying to jerk out of his arms.

  He holds me tighter until I stop fighting against him.

  “Fine, you’re better when you’re on your back,” he says cheekily in my ear.

  I gasp and try to swat his hand but he just laughs into my hair.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I retort when I give up trying to swat him. His hand comes up to brush the side of my face.

  “It is. But there is something that’s been irritating me for some time,” his tone is serious.

  Oh no.

  “What’s that?”

  I feel him take a sharp breath. “What happened with Brandon Thomas?”

  I immediately stiffen at the sound of his name and I know he feels it.

  “Let’s not talk about him,” I say firmly.

  “Why?” he presses. “Seems like he does a pretty good job of upsetting you even all these years later and I want to know why.”

  I don’t want this perfect moment ruined by thoughts of him. “Yeah, well, some things never leave you.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” he frowns.

  I wait, hoping that he’ll drop this but I know I need to tell him, it isn’t fair. He’s opened up to me about so many things that were hard for him and he knows barely anything about me.

  I want to tell him my deepest, darkest secrets and that shocks me. Maybe it’s because with Jax there is no judgement. We both have shit from our pasts.

  I want to open up to him but I don’t know how.

  “Believe me, you don’t want to know,” I say with one last-ditch attempt at throwing him off base. “It’ll taint things.”

  I feel him pull me by the hip and he rolls me around to face him. He isn’t going to let this drop.

  “You know you can tell me anything, right?” he sooths softly. “Anything at all and it changes nothing.”

  Damn it. I know he deserves the truth and I can’t put it off any longer.

  He brushes the hair out of my face and links his hand with mine, he sits up on one elbow and rests his head in his free hand.

  “You won’t stop until I tell you, will you?” I whisper quietly.

  “I won’t force you, MJ, but I don’t want us to have secrets if this is going to work between the two of us.”

  “Us?” I question, surprised.

  “Yes, us. As soon as John’s better, I’ll be resigning and I’ll be taking you out on a real date, popcorn and everything.” He tries to make it light as he watches me.

  “Are you even asking me if I want to date?”

  He shrugs nonchalantly. “Just sex then?”

  I purse my lips in mock annoyance. “Very funny.”

  “I’m not kidding.”

  “Ooh, I’m so scared,” I say in a spooky voice.

  He reaches down and rubs over my sex. “This is mine and only mine, got me?”

  I shake my head. “There you go, getting all caveman. If there are no other guys for me, then no other girls for you.”

  “You drive a hard bargain, MJ.”

  “I guess I do, I get that from my father…” I trail off as pain hits my chest.

  He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

  My breath hitches. “That’s what I’m afraid of, Jax.”

  He pulls back. “What do you mean?”

  I can’t meet his gaze. I know what he’ll do to Brandon when I tell him.

  I watch as he takes a long deep inhale of breath. “Morgan, did Brandon Thomas do something to you in high school?”

  My eyes pool instantly, that hurt will never go away, you live with it forever.

  “It was after prom,” I say slowly. “Ironic isn’t it, we were crowned King and Queen of prom, it was the happiest night of my life or it should have been.” I sound anything but as my mind flicks back to that night.

  My throat feels hoarse and raw like I don’t even want to speak the words, but I know I have to. Jax deserves to know.

  “But it wasn’t, was it, MJ?” he says softly, brushing my ha
ir back off my face with his hand.

  I shake my head. “We all hired a room so we could go there for the after-party, I’d never done anything sexual before with Brandon, just kissing and touching and stuff, I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him. Sure, some of the girls in my year were having sex but I was a late bloomer, I just wasn’t made that way, I wanted it to be special, and truth be told, I wasn’t as besotted with Brandon in the way people thought I was, it was more the other way around.”

  He stares at me wordlessly.

  “He knew I was the weaker of the herd and I’d had a few drinks, we all had, but I wasn’t drunk and I definitely wasn’t drunk enough to have sex, not willingly.”

  I feel my lip tremble.

  Jax closes his eyes momentarily. “He forced you.”

  “Yes, he…” I look down. “We were fooling around but I said no, I kept saying no, I wanted to leave but he just kept going, he ripped my dress and… he kept saying I knew what we were there for and to stop struggling and that I’d enjoy it… he… he raped me.”

  He watches me and I see the anger in his eyes.

  “What the fuck, Morgan?” he cries angrily. “Did you report him, go to the police?”

  I shake my head. “He said it was my fault and I was a… a prick tease… he didn’t take any responsibility for what he did and when I confronted him, he acted as if nothing even happened.”

  “What happened after that?” he gently murmurs.

  “I went to college, I never saw him again, I blocked all contact with him but I lived in fear of anyone finding out, I didn’t want to get into trouble, he’s from an astute family too and they’re very powerful. I knew that if I made waves for him, I’d regret it, I was sixteen years old and a virgin, Jax, I was scared.”

  I feel the tears stream down my face and I’ve never felt so vulnerable.

  “This is why you were so weird with him at the dinner,” he says gently.

  I nod into his chest. “I’ve only ever seen him a couple of times and this is what he does, acts like nothing ever happened, he’s a cocky son of a bitch, he always was and nothing’s changed.”

  “I can’t believe you never went to the police, they could have helped you, charged the son of a bitch.”

  “Right,” I say as I lift my head to meet his worried gaze. “Who was going to believe it, Jax? We were underage drinking, at prom, the homecoming Queen, and everyone’s favorite jock, he made it pretty clear that he’d make things difficult if I told anyone, after all, it was my fault for being there and fooling around in the hotel room with him in the first place, I didn’t exactly want to be dragged through court, reliving the hell all over again and then having my family find out and people disbelieve me…”

  He stares at me wordlessly.

  “He deserves to pay,” Jax says after a moment, I wonder if he’s contemplating how to kill him right at this very moment. “He can’t get away with it.”

  “I really believe he thinks he did nothing wrong,” I admit, even to myself I sound sad.

  “I’m sorry that happened to you, I really am, MJ, I was wrong too for judging a book by its cover, I never really understood anything properly and I’m sorry for that.”

  I smile gently. “So, I’m forgiven then, for not being your friend when you needed it?”

  He kisses my nose. “Nothing to forgive for, remember?”

  “Promise me you won’t do anything,” I say suddenly. “To Brandon.”

  He kisses my lips softly. “I can’t promise that.”

  “Jaxon, please don’t, this is dead and buried now, I want to move on.”

  He sighs and runs a knuckle down my cheek. “So you just bypass him whenever you run into him? He just gets to live his cushy life with no consequences.”

  “It’s not like that,” I stammer.

  “It seems like it is like that, but that’s your choice, I don’t agree with it, he has to pay for what he took from you.”

  I can’t say any more, I’m too overwhelmed with emotion. It’s the first time I’ve admitted this to anyone aside from my therapist.

  “I know,” I say, snuggling into his chest. “But I need to do this my way.”

  “After all this time?” he mocks, disbelieving.

  “Yes, maybe it is time.”

  I close my eyes and hold him tight. I never want to let him go.

  I’m a strong, independent woman and I don’t need a man. But boy oh boy does it feel good to have one. He makes me feel like I can do anything, I thought he was just an arrogant asshole with an attitude problem, but now I see he is so much more than that.

  Sure, he’s alpha male and has to work on his back-chatting comebacks, but he’s also a kind, caring human being. I hope he wants this to continue because I want to get to know him better, make up for lost time.

  “I’m sorry,” I say after a few moments of silence.

  “What for?” Jax asks, his thumb dusts my shoulder as he caresses me

  “For not opening up sooner, for being such a bitch to you…” I trail off.

  He chuckles. “I was pretty awful to you,” he admits. “You got under my skin so bad.”

  “Is that right?” I kiss his neck. “Got it bad, huh, Westbrook?”

  His grip on my ass tightens. “I could say the same about you, James, I might remind you that you were the one who initiated all of this.”

  “Like you didn’t want it,” I mutter, sucking on his Adam’s apple. I feel his erection between us as I stifle a giggle.

  “I jerked off to you so many times,” he admits.

  I gasp, shocked. “Oh my God.”

  “Didn’t have sex that whole time since I first laid eyes on you,” he goes on. “Truth was I couldn’t get you out of my head, I didn’t want another woman, I couldn’t stand the thought of it.”

  This is a revelation.

  “Jax,” I whisper.

  “When you kissed me after the night at the club, I knew I had feelings for you, I didn’t want to admit it but I did, I always have.”

  A wash of sadness comes over me. “God what a mess we made of it.”

  He pulls back to look down at me. “It’s water under the bridge, and anyhow, you can make it up to me.”

  He grins as I roll my eyes, he has sex on the brain.

  “Oh, really? I bet I know how,” I tease, moving my hand between us.

  “Oh, I bet you don’t,” he growls as he rolls me over, taking charge. “I’ve been going light on you, MJ.”

  “What?” I stammer but he just smirks down at me. I’ll never grow tired of his beautiful blue eyes looking down at me. They sparkle with mischief.

  “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Morgan.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I giggle as I reach down and cup his ass, encouraging him.

  “And I want you, Jax, I’ll always want you.”

  “I want you too,” he says, kissing me, possessing my mouth tenderly. “So very much.”

  We spend the wee hours of Monday morning in bed making up for lost time and forgetting about the harsh realities of what may come later, at least for a little while we’re free and it’s the only place I want to be.

  Leon is going to make a full recovery, thank God. I cry like a baby when we get to go see him on Tuesday, he saved my father from being shot. There is nothing that can’t be repaid for taking a bullet for another person.

  After that, I go to visit my father’s hospital bed, he’s under heavy guard, even though they caught the man who tried to shoot him, the police aren’t taking any further chances.

  Jaxon has been by my side along with amped-up security, I know Jaxon also isn’t taking any chances either even though all of this is over.

  I take Wednesday off and decide to go to the hospital as they are slowly going to try and wake my dad up from his induced coma.

  Jaxon has a meeting with Lennox about the ongoing security situation while Leon is recovering, I encourage him to go, besides, I have Ryan and another guy, Lewi
s, standing guard outside the room. He hasn’t left my side since San Francisco and I know he has a ton of stuff to catch up on.

  It’s late afternoon and I decide to go get coffee from the cafeteria as there’s been no change in Dad waking up, though the doctor said it can take up to twenty-four hours, maybe longer. Though the coffee isn’t great, it’ll keep me awake. I’ve surprisingly been sleeping really well at Jaxon’s place; in fact, I’m surprised how comfortable I am there, though it’s more to do with him than anything else. I’d be comfortable no matter where we were.

  Lewis joins me as Ryan keeps guard along with two policemen outside his door. We get into the elevator and an orderly rushes in with a trolley as Lewis holds the door open and we travel down to the cafeteria in silence. I’m lucky that my team at work are taking complete control in my absence, Jolie has been a godsend and Dixie has stopped by twice since I got back to check on Dad. I just want him to pull through, I want to tell him so many things and that I understand why he did what he did. I’m so thankful. In fact, without his interference, I never would have had this chance with Jaxon.

  I don’t even notice until it’s too late that the vibe in the elevator suddenly changes.

  There’s nothing out of the ordinary at first, that is until the doors swing open and just as we’re about to step out, I hear a crackling noise and turn to see Lewis down on his knees, crying out in pain, the orderly is using a stun gun on him as he withers in pain. My instinct is to go to him, to try to get the man off him, but as soon as I move to do so, he punches me square in the face. I gasp, stumbling backward as the doors close again and I fall back against the metal, he looks down at me menacingly.

  “Not so fast, pretty girl,” he snarls as I see stars from the punch and my eyes don’t seem to be focusing properly. “I got a score to settle with you.”

  He grabs me and as I kick and scream, he places a cloth over my face before I can get a hit in and I start to instantly feel woozy and light-headed as I fall against him, whimpering.

  It’s no use, nobody can hear me, and Lewis is out for the count.