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Jaxson & Ralynn: Rebel Guardians Next Generation

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by Liberty Parker


  “I wanna get started today if we can.”

  Hearing the buzzing of the ink gun isn’t as scary as one would think. I’m excited and what she’s drawn up for me has me anxious to see the outcome. I’m starting sleeves with different flowers attached to vines...vines of life she said, and it stuck with me and means a lot to me and my recovery. We’re going to color them in with watercolors when I come back to have them colored in.

  Today’s appointment we’ll be doing the outline and she told me I can come back in a week to finish it up. Normally she does this type of work in three or more settings, but if I can tolerate the pain and hours well in the chair, she’s willing to do it in two.

  “You ready?” she asks me.

  Taking a deep breath, I nod my head. She does everything free hand, but uses the drawing as a template for the work. She puts it up on a board and the first feel of the needle piercing my skin is jolting, but after a while it becomes like a form of therapy. I close my eyes and nearly doze off at the buzzing sound bouncing off the walls. Jaxson is out talking to a man named Carson, they’re talking MC and ink. I’m glad he didn’t come back with me, it gives me a chance to escape reality and not have to worry about his overly protective ways.

  Hours go by and I’m nearly asleep when she calls for a break. I stay in the chair and close my eyes. A smile breaks out when I think about how much Marcus would hate every single bit of this. I’d love to see the look on his face when he sees me for the first time...it’d be my form of ‘fuck you’ to him. I know that it won’t happen, but it’s funny to think about.

  What one man throws away and treats like garbage is another man's treasure. I’m Jaxson’s hidden jewel and I can’t wait to see his face when he sees me for the first time. I can imagine the heat that will radiate off of him in waves. When we talked about me getting ink last night, I wasn’t blind to the way he grew hard and tented the sheets. Something I’m ready and willing to take advantage of. First, I want to talk to Marie and make sure I won’t be backtracking in my therapy if I allow myself to follow through with it. I hope she says to go for it, because each day is becoming harder to not jump him...especially now that I understand him. Lily thinks I should make him work hard for winning me, but she doesn't know what all he’s been through, and it isn’t my story to share with her.

  “Okay, let’s get started. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to use the restroom before we begin?”

  “I’m sure, thanks for asking, Ariel.”

  “Well, I brought you a bottle of water, we need to keep you hydrated.”

  “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.”

  She sits down, and the gun begins to buzz again. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but when the gun turns off, I’m almost sad that it’s over. “Alright, so the outline is done, take a look.” She points over to a mirror hanging on the wall. Luckily, my bruising was so faint that she could work on me, otherwise I would’ve sat at home and debated my decision on getting this work done.

  Walking up to the full-length mirror I gasp at how beautiful the outline looks. Even without the shading it’s a work of art. “Ariel, it’s so beautiful,” my hormones are taking a nosedive. I can usually control my emotions, but right now I’m having a hard time processing and controlling them. Nothing has made me feel more beautiful and desirable all at the same time.

  “I have some aftercare instructions and cream that you’ll need to put on it daily. Follow the instructions to the letter, otherwise we’ll have to work the outline again and not get to the shading on your next appointment.”

  “I will, I promise.”

  When she walks me out into the lobby, my arm is covered in plastic wrap, so I’ll have to wait to see his reaction later on. Walking up to me, he grabs both of my hands in his and is looking at me. “Are you okay?” My emotions must be written all over my face.

  “More than you’ll ever know…”

  He walks up and pays for me, I would like to pay for it myself, but I know there’s no fighting him on this so I’ll let him have his way...this time. I walk out of the door feeling like a new version of myself. There’s something freeing about the feel of the needle piercing your skin and branding you with a work of art. “I can’t wait to show you.”

  “I’m anxious to see it, but that needs to stay wrapped up for at least twenty minutes. Let’s grab a bite to eat and get a room for the night. It’s too late to head back now. I’ll call Maxum and give him a heads up.”

  “Sounds good to me, I’m ravished.” He groans when the word leaves my mouth and suddenly everything around us seems to have caught his attention. I smirk to myself knowing that one simple word can make my man uneasy. I love that I affect him the way I do, because he does the same damn thing to me. For years I’ve suffered, it’s time he feels some of the same.

  I see a sushi bar and ask if we can go there, when he gags, I decide against it. “What, you don’t like sushi?”

  “Anything that flops around on my plate and uncooked fish does nothing for me,” he deadpans.

  “Have you ever tried it?”

  “Nope, and I’m not going to either.”

  “Well, how about that Chinese place over there?”

  “Yes, I can do that.”

  When we walk inside, I get excited when I see they also have a sushi bar. “California rolls!” I squeal. He however, doesn’t look as excited as I am and I laugh when he strolls in the other direction giving me a sour face every time I place something new on my plate. Laughing to myself, I put a piece of tuna on my plate and when I’ve filled my plate to the brim, I go and sit next to him. He places the napkin holder in front of my plate to hide the contents from him.

  “So, I take it you can’t even look at it?”

  “Hell no, that shit’s disgusting. And FYI, you will be brushing your teeth before you even attempt to kiss me after consuming that...that, fuck I don’t even know what to say about it.” He does a full body shiver and the laughter bursts free, it’s from deep inside of me. I haven’t let go and had so much fun in so long.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?” he asks, digging into his sweet and sour chicken that I observed on his plate before he decided to play hide and seek with our food.

  “Helping me heal. I know I’m not all the way there yet, but already I feel so much better.”

  “Baby, there was never a doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t help you, even if you pushed me away. And based on how I’ve acted in the past, and things I’ve done, that was a very real fear of mine.”

  “You mean the other women you flaunted in my face?” He looks down and I can see the shame written on his face.

  “Most of those were for show,” he admits.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Not gonna lie and say I’ve been a saint and have never done anything with any of them, but a lot of the times, I merely walked through with one of them when you were around, then went to my room. Alone.” Well fuck, I never expected to hear anything like that at all.

  “That’s the reason I agreed to bring Marcus to Maysen and Maddox’s wedding. It was payback for all the times I saw a floozy on your arm.” Admitting this is hard, but he needs to know that I didn’t initially have any intention of forming a true and bonding relationship with the son-of-a-bitch.

  “It’s my fault,” he hisses as a shattered look comes across his face.

  “What? No, Jaxson, it’s not your fucking fault. Let’s lay the blame where it should go, on him.” That’s one thing Marie has gotten me to realize is that Marcus is to blame for what happened. Yeah, I made a poor decision to date him, but he never gave off that vibe that he would do something like he did at all. Otherwise, I would’ve never even given him a second glance.

  “But if I hadn’t…” he starts.

  “Regardless of whether you had those skanks on your arm or not, I’m the one who asked him to the wedding. Marie says that he’s likely a narcissist with sociopathic tendencies. They have the ability to charm
anyone which is why no one picked up on anything weird. No more blaming yourself, y’hear?”

  “Getting a bit bossy, huh?” he plays with me, wearing a grin on his face.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I make a solemn promise. When his glance grows heated, I feel my cheeks flushing and squirm a bit at the desire rushing through my body. I’m not sure if I’ll make it through the night without pursuing the need to have him buried deep inside of my body.

  Marie gave me her personal cell phone number, maybe I should call her and explain my feelings and get her point of view on it. If she says it’s okay to feel like this and need him, then nothing will hold me back from forming a plan and seducing the man I’ve longed for all these years.

  “I need to make a quick phone call. I’ll be right back,” I excuse myself from the table. Knowing I can’t go outside because of safety reasons, I find myself enclosed in a bathroom stall.

  “Hello?” Her voice is as calming over the phone as it is in person and I relax.

  “Marie? It’s Ralynn.”

  Her laughter comes over the line before she states, “Figured that when I looked at my caller ID. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine but I wanted to ask you something before I act on my feelings.”

  “Go ahead, Rae.” I like that she uses my nickname, it makes her feel more like a friend than my therapist. Someone I’m coming to trust more and more with each conversation and time I spend with her.

  “Well, since I saw you last, a lot has happened. After our last session, Jaxson opened up to me about his past. Not my story to tell, but it honestly explains why he always pushed me away. Anyhow, we uh...we had a bit of an interlude the next morning in the shower…”

  “Are you asking if you should go ahead and have sex with him?” she inquires. I hear no judgment in her tone, just the normal curiosity she has when she’s asking me something.

  “Kind of. I mean, is it too soon? I know I have more shit to sort out, but he’s always been the one I wanted. I just don’t wanna fuck things up.” Another thing I like about her is she gets I’m an MC kid so my language is colorful at times, especially when I’m stressed or nervous.

  “How does his attention make you feel? Are you scared? Nervous? From what you’ve shared about him, he sounds like the type of man who would be patient.”

  “Right now, I’m in the ladies room of the restaurant where we’re eating lunch and all I wanna do is go out there, grab his hand and find the nearest bed and fuck him senseless. I’ve never felt desire like this.” I should be embarrassed using the phrase I did, but I’m not.

  Her soft chuckle comes over the line before she says, “Well, as long as you’re doing it with the right reasons in mind, not to try and forget what was done to you by Marcus, I have to say to follow your feelings. Just, please, don’t forget protection.”

  “You sound just like my mother,” I drone.

  “Most likely it’s because I am a mother with a daughter of her own and would hope and pray someone would give her the same advice I just gave you.”

  Ending the call, I feel better about my feelings and decide that it’s time to make my play. I walk back out to our table, and suddenly food isn’t what I’m wanting. Jaxson sits in front of his empty plate and I sit staring at him. Trying to form the right words.

  “What’s going on? Everything alright?” Deja vu hits me, that’s the same thing Marie asked me.

  “I wanna fuck you, Jaxson,” I blurt out. He had just taken a sip of his water and it spews out of his mouth coating my face. I gently take a napkin and clean myself up.

  “Can you repeat that?”

  “I wanna fuck you, Jaxson. Right now.”

  He gets up from the table like Flash Gordon and grabs my hand yanking me from the table. We get to the hostess stand to pay and he throws fifty dollars at her and continues pulling me out towards his bike.

  “While you were otherwise occupied, I found us a room. It’s three minutes down the road,” he tosses my helmet on my head and does the straps. Usually I do my own, but he seems to be in a rush and I’m not stopping him. His three minutes away turns into two and before I know it we have a key card in hand and he lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder. It’s a good thing I’ve healed as quickly as I have or that may have hurt. He basically is sprinting to the elevator and once he pushes the button to our floor, he still doesn't release me from his clutches.

  “You’ve just played with fire, baby, and I’m fixing to show you how much I can make your body burn.”

  “Playing with fire has never deterred me before, Jaxson. I want to feel that burn as you stretch me and fuck me until I can’t remember who I am anymore.”

  When the elevator pings and the doors open, there’s an older couple waiting to get on. I hear the old lady say to whom I’m assuming is her husband, “Remember when you couldn’t wait to get me into a room, dear?”

  Then I hear him saying, “I still can’t wait to uncover the gift of my wife.” Aww, that’s so sweet, I hope Jaxson and I still feel that way about each other when we have gray hair and wrinkles that only we find attractive on one another.

  “Woman, when I open this door the only thing I want you to do is strip out of your clothes and show me what’s mine.” I shiver and goosebumps form on my arms.

  When we enter the room and he slams the door shut with his booted foot he slowly lowers me down his front and I can feel how hard he’s become. I lightly squeeze his dick before slowly walking backwards removing my shirt. Then I watch as he removes his, next I remove my shoes and he once again does the same. I see what game we’re playing here. For every piece of clothing I remove, he copies and does the same.

  “Quicker, woman, otherwise I’m gonna pounce on you and take what you’ve offered me.” I hastily begin removing mine and am intoxicated by the beauty that stands in front of me everytime he removes another layer. When we’re both standing there stark naked he commands, “Lay on the bed and spread your legs as wide as you can get them.” I crawl on the bed, making sure my ass is in the air and my pussy is in plain view. I hear him growl and a slight tilt of my mouth breaks out. He doesn't see it so I keep moving up towards the headboard, shaking my hips as I go.

  I feel him grab my ankles and he flips me onto my back. It was so quickly done that I nearly lose my breath. “Jaxson,” a gasp leaves me.

  “Warned what would happen if you continued to stir the flames.” He spreads my legs as far as they can go and before I realize what’s happening his mouth attacks my center. “God, your nectar is intoxicating.”

  “Yes,” I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with him, or just loving the way he’s feasting on me.

  Eleven

  Jaxson

  I spread her lips with my fingers and bury my tongue inside of her. I want to taste every morsel of her flavor. Nothing has ever tasted so good on my tongue as it slides down my throat. I bury my head between her opened thighs and nip, suck and lick her lips and clit. I remove my head and say, “You’re mine, Rae. Say it,” I demand, needing to hear the words fall from her mouth.

  “Yours, I’m all yours,” she pants.

  “Play with those fucking rosy nipples, Rae.” I watch with my eyes as I bury my mouth back on her. She tweaks and pulls on them, making me wish there was two of me so I could be in both places at once. I lose myself in her, feeling her squirming beneath me, I place both of my hands on her stomach to still her. She abruptly sits up and watches me as I latch onto her.

  “God, Jaxson. Don’t stop, I’m gonna come.” I double my efforts and add my fingers to the mix. I fuck her with my digits as I suck her clit as far as I can. I twirl my tongue and before I know it, she has my hair in a death grip, body shuddering as she screams out my name.

  Slowly I crawl up her body. I make sure to taste every inch of her skin from bottom to top. Once I hit her breasts, I suck her nipple into my mouth until it flattens between my roof and tongue. Taking my hand, I tweak the other one adding some st
rength behind it and her hips buck. I was testing my girl to see if she likes a little pain with her pleasure. I’m elated to find that she does because I’m not an easy lover. I like things on the rougher side. I fuck hard, I make it count. She will be feeling me between her legs for days to come. As I’m lying on top of her, my dick finds her slickness and I rub myself on her. I find myself between her pussy lips and rock my hips back and forth making sure to hit her clit with the head of my dick.

  “God, Jaxson, just fuck me,” she all but barks out. I chuckle at her frustration, but quickly line myself up and thrust until I’m fully seated. “Fuck!” she whimpers, wiggling her hips. I feel my balls resting against her ass and am ready to take her, make her beg for the relief she’s aching for.

  “This right here,” I say, swiveling my hips to emphasize, “means that no other man will ever touch you, or be inside of you again.” I’ll kill anyone who ever tries. She belongs to me now and will be wearing my old lady patch as soon as I get it ordered and advise the club.

  “You planning to move?”

  “Woman, you understand, right?”

  “Yes, now will you move? Please?” Well, she did ask nicely so I decide to give her what she’s been begging for since the restaurant. Slowly, I pull out and then slam back in, making sure to grind my pelvis against her so I’m hitting her clit. I set an almost brutal pace, pulling her legs wider and sitting back slightly so I hit that sweet spot. “Harder, Jaxson,” she pleads.

  “Whatever the lady wants, she’ll get,” I mince out. The sound of slapping flesh and the sweet moans she’s making are soon the only music that I can hear. My balls are tightening but I want her to come before I let go so I move my hand down to her clit and begin rubbing it, using her juices to lubricate the sensitive nub. She take her hands and begins playing with her sensitive nipples. Her breath is coming in short pants now and I can feel her tightening around me before she throws her head back and screams my name. I’m pretty sure the occupants of the hotel heard her come, but right now, I’m focused on chasing my own release. I slam my hips into her, my eyes roll into the back of my head and soon my cum shoots out of my balls and my release coats her inner walls. As I feel my release leaking from her, I suddenly realize I forgot to wrap my dick up with a condom. Not that I’m afraid of catching anything from her, but I am nowhere near ready for fatherhood. I have a lot to get past before I can even contemplate being part of taking care of someone who depends on your for their every need.

 

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