by Marie York
I reached down to his zipper and this time he didn’t stop me. Slowly, I undid his pants and pushed them down. When his cock sprung free, I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft.
His mouth found mine, and he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted, meeting his tongue with my own, relishing in the hot intrusion. I could taste myself on him, feel the way he claimed me and I’d never been so turned on.
The ache between my legs grew with each slide of his tongue against mine and it was as if he knew. His hand inched down my side, moving toward my pussy, but I wanted control now.
Not wanting to leave his lips, but wanting so desperately to taste him, to torture him just as he had me, I drew back and kissed his chin before making my decent down the hard ridges of his chest and abs.
Precum beaded on his tip and I dabbed my tongue over the head, savoring his warm salty taste that I’d been craving for so long. I opened wide and took him in completely. He let out a coarse growl, as I pulled back and swirled my tongue along the crown, before taking him deeper and deeper still until his cock nudged the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Jaxon cursed, and I ran my hand up his abdomen, dragging my nails back down his skin as I cupped his ass and urged him as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed in my mouth and I could feel it growing harder. He fisted my hair and controlled my motions, as he slowly eased me back.
My tongue trailed along the smooth underside and when I reached the tip I licked and sucked, torturing him with pleasure.
His hand tightened on my hair and he pulled me up to him, crushing his mouth to mine. His kisses were carnal and desperate, taking with as much fervor as he gave. It was a race to keep up with him but I was just as desperate.
He grabbed my ass, fingers curling into the soft flesh, as he hoisted me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his middle, urging his cock against me, and relishing in the fact that it was me who made him so hard.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said as he walked us across the room.
He kissed me again, this time devouring me completely, and I let the passion overtake me, closing my eyes and soaking up every luscious caress.
“Fuck me,” I begged, needing to feel him inside me. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
At my words, his kisses turned more urgent, his hands even more desperate. He dropped me on the bed, quickly grabbing a condom from his pocket and sheathing himself. He climbed on top of me, and without warning pushed his thick, hard cock inside me.
My back arched, and I whimpered at the pure pleasure building in me and spreading through every inch of my body. Jaxon pounded into me, so deep, so hard, and all I could do was hold on. I dug my nails into his back and absorbed every mind-numbing sensation coursing through me.
He thrust deeper and brought his hand to my clit rubbing the sensitive nub. “Oh my God. Yes! Jaxon!”
It felt almost too good. My eyes blurred to our surroundings and all I could focus on was the intense feel of his cock pumping in and out of my hot, wet pussy.
“I want you on top,” he said, and pulled out of me. I instantly felt the loss. He laid on the bed and I sat back, admiring his masculine beauty, allowing my eyes to roam up and down every defined muscle.
I glanced up and caught his gaze, a dark need filling his already dark irises. He watched me watching him, then slowly I crawled toward him, letting my tits sway with each inch I moved.
His jaw tightened, and he swallowed. “You’re fucking killing me.” He reached for me with pure determination.
I dodged his hand, a wicked smile forming on my face as I made my way to him on my own accord. My hands ran up his strong legs to the thick-muscled flesh of his thigh. He groaned when my finger ever so slightly brushed against his balls and his cock jerked up.
“I want to feel all of you.” I reached for his cock and took off the condom. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean,” he said with a reassuring tone. “I would never do anything to put you in danger.”
“I know.” I straddled him, positioning myself above his waiting cock. He framed my face with his hands and held my gaze as I slowly eased on to him. We both let out a satisfied moan when he filled me completely with no barriers. I rocked my hips, feeling him glide across my sensitive tissues.
His lips parted, eyes fluttering before opening wide and pinning me with their intensity. “Oh yeah, baby.” His heated gaze bore into mine. “Fuck my cock.”
I lifted then pushed back down, drawing out the pleasure over and over. Jaxon grasped my hips and held me in place as he thrust into me hard and deep. We both cried out at the intensity.
He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his skilled fingers, causing me to churn my hips, and taking him to the root.
The pressure built, and I drew out the motions, dragging myself up and down his cock in slow, tantalizing movements. Fire spread, lapping at every inch of my body. My insides clenched, and I spiraled out of control, convulsing against Jaxon as my orgasm overtook me.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” He rocked into me, holding me down on his engorged cock and milking me for every drop.
I collapsed against him and he waited only a second before he pounded into my soaking wet pussy. My already too sensitive tissues exploded, shooting vicious sensations through my body.
Jaxon grabbed my hips and surged into my sex, coming deep inside of me, sending me spiraling into another orgasm.
My body shook uncontrollably, riding the crest until it drained me of every ounce. We both panted, trying to catch our breaths. Sweat beaded on his forehead and I ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back.
I marveled at the way the intensity that had always followed him like a dark, unbreakable cloud seemed to dissipate. The hard, chiseled lines of his face softened, the tight skin along his jaw eased and the darkness in his eyes brightened.
“Come here.” Jaxon pulled me to his lips. He placed a chaste kiss on my mouth, and it was as intimate as if he were inside me, then he tucked me beside him.
He kissed my cheek and my neck and held me tight against his slick flesh. “Is it okay if I stay?” he asked and my heart nearly burst out of my chest.
For two years, I had fantasized about this moment. Falling asleep in his arms and waking up exactly the same way. But reality always had a way of reminding me that Jaxon Reed didn’t stay. “As long as you promise you won’t leave before saying goodbye.”
He turned me to face him and kissed me again. “Promise.”
I cuddled into him and smiled. This time was different. It didn’t feel like this was an end.
No. It felt like it was just the beginning.
***
I slept heavenly and when the bright morning sun shimmered through the crack in the curtains, I stretched my arms and reached for Jaxon.
But the only thing I felt was the cold empty sheets. I sprang up and searched the room. His pants were gone. I went to the bathroom, but the door was open and the shower was bone dry. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped myself in it then ran into the hallway.
I knocked on Jaxon’s door. He must’ve gone back to his room to shower or to get something. It was the only thing I could think of. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
He promised.
I knocked again, more desperate this time.
“Jaxon?” I called out.
A couple walked by, staring at me like I lost my mind. I ignored them and knocked again, harder and louder.
Nothing.
I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed.
The realization smacked into me, knocking the wind right the fuck out of me.
He left me.
Again.
Chapter 18
It had been a month since I woke up alone in my hotel room. A month since I’d heard Jaxon’s voice and felt his touch. He left me again, and it should’ve been enough to let him go, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.
Whenever I c
losed my eyes, I saw his face, those damn eyes boring into my soul. Whenever I saw a bottle of Jack Daniels even the barbeque sauce in the supermarket, I thought about him.
So, as I steered old Bertha off the highway, and towards my new home, I secretly and pathetically hoped Jaxon would be waiting for me.
My heart deflated, when I pulled up to Dee and Cole’s, and didn’t see Jaxon’s Camaro. Dee ran outside as I put Bertha in park, and pangs of guilt set in for feeling anything but grateful, since they were giving me a place to live while I tried to get myself back on my feet.
Shortly after returning home from their wedding, I was evicted. Minimum wage wasn’t enough to cover my rent, and my landlord didn’t care for a sob story, even though I gave it a shot… over and over again. It was an Academy Award winning performance, but he was an evil man with dollar signs in his eyes.
With nowhere to go, Dee and Cole offered up their guest room to me. Dee was thrilled. She finally got me to move to Michigan. I told her it was temporary, but she was positive that once I settled in, I’d never leave.
“Lyla!” Dee screamed, and came running to me, her black wavy hair trailing behind her. She wrapped me in her arms and squeezed me tight. “I’ve missed you.”
I hugged her back. “I missed you, too.”
“You just saw each other a month ago,” Cole said, and when Dee pulled away, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
It may have only been a month, but it felt like years, and I missed both of them tremendously. Life had been lonely and miserable since I left.
“You’re just jealous,” Dee joked.
“I don’t get a hug when I get home,” Cole pouted.
Dee planted her hands on her hip. “I see you every day.”
I laughed at their banter and gave Cole a hug. “It’s okay, Cole. I got your back.”
“Well, thank you, Lyla.”
Dee narrowed her dark eyes. “Traitor. I’ll remember that.”
“And she will,” Cole joked, as Dee turned her glare onto him. He kissed her forehead, and she ran a hand over his blond hair then all was forgiven. Cole nodded to my car. “Bertha did okay on the trip?”
He didn’t have faith in my girl, and to be honest, neither did I, but she was my only way here. I thought about selling her, but it wasn’t worth it. The money would’ve only gotten me a plane ticket, and then I’d be carless. I was already putting Cole and Dee out enough. I didn’t need them driving me around on top of it.
So, I did a lot of praying on the road, and thanked my lucky stars when I saw the welcome to Michigan sign.
“She did great.” I tapped the hood. “I had no doubts.”
Cole looked curiously at me over his thick black-rimmed glasses. “Sure you didn’t.” I smiled in return, and he laughed. “What needs to come in now?” Cole pointed to the backseat that was filled with the little bit of belongings I had.
“Just my suitcase. I can grab it.” I popped the trunk, and tried to get my overstuffed luggage out, but it weighed more than me.
“Before you hurt yourself,” Cole said, and took the handle out of my grip. He pulled the bag out with ease.
“Show off!” Dee exclaimed, and Cole flexed his arm then winked at her. She smacked his ass as he walked by with my suitcase. Her face lit up when he turned back to her and smiled.
“Married life looks good on you,” I said to Dee when Cole disappeared into the house.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
It really did. There was this natural ease in her demeanor, a permanent glow on her face, and she was always smiling. I envied her. She had what I always thought I would. Now, I was twenty-four years old, jobless, homeless and boyfriendless. I was pathetic. But, at least, I had my car.
“You okay?” Dee asked and rested her hand on my shoulder.
I looked around at the perfectly manicured lawn, down the street of my new neighborhood, and took a deep breath. “Perfect.”
“Don’t bullshit me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
Dee arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
I wasn’t about to dump on her ten-minutes after I pulled in the driveway. So I forced a smile. “I just can’t believe I’m here.”
Dee wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Finally! Took you long enough.”
“Are you sure I’m not intruding?” I asked for the hundredth time. Ever since Dee volunteered her house, her guest room, and her life to me, I wondered if it was just out of obligation. I hated that I couldn’t afford to get my own place. But most of all, I hated that I was imposing on Dee and Cole when they’d only been married a month.
“I’m only going to say this one more time. Family doesn’t intrude. Okay?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now, come on. Let’s get you settled.”
I followed Dee to the house, and, as we walked through the front door, she turned to me and said, “Welcome home.” And for the first time in a long time, I actually felt like I was home.
Chapter 19
Job hunting was never fun. I spent the entire first three days sending out resumes to every marketing position within a fifty-mile radius, which weren’t many. I needed another plan, and I needed it soon, because I was down to my last couple hundred bucks.
Three hours after Dee and Cole left for work, and no luck searching the internet, I took my search to the street. I remembered Grand River Avenue, and the strip of bars and restaurants from my last visit, so I figured someone had to be hiring.
I didn’t exactly have experience as a waitress, but I brought coffee to many marketing execs—it couldn’t be much different than that.
I found a spot on the street and parallel parked. There were quite a few places, and I didn’t know where to start. My eyes settled on a wood sign above a glass storefront. In what looked to be old Celtic font, it said “Baile.”
Dee had gone on and on about that place the last time I was here. She made it seem like it was the hot spot. If that was the case, there’d be a steady flow of customers and tips. And exactly what I needed. I adjusted my low-cut green top, and ran a hand down my skinny jeans, looking at my tan wedges.
I’d hire me.
The door clinked above my head as I walked in. To the right was a large bar stocked with hundreds of bottles of liquor, and at least twenty taps of craft beer. Booths and tables sat to the left, and there was a stage at the far back, along with dartboards, and a pool table.
This was the type of place I could hang out in. It had all the amenities for a fun time. Working here suddenly became a mission.
“Hey. Hi. Can I get you something?” A young guy, who couldn’t be a day over twenty-one with brown hair and hazel eyes, asked.
I moved toward the bar. “I was actually hoping to speak with the manager.”
“He’s busy at the moment. Was there something I could help you with?”
“I was wondering if you were hiring.”
“Oh. Yes. I think. Hang on. Hey, boss?” the guy called out, and disappeared into a back area. “Boss,” I heard him call again, and I laughed. Though, I’m sure if his boss was really busy, he wasn’t going to be happy to be interrupted.
I took out my compact, checked my makeup, and slid it back into my bag. A couple minutes passed, and I hoped the guy wasn’t pissing off my ticket to a paycheck. I took a seat on a stool when the guy reappeared.
He smiled proudly and pointed over his shoulder. “My boss will be out in a minute.”
“I hope I’m not disturbing him.”
“Not at all.” He stuck his hand out to me. “I’m Gary by the way. What’s your name?”
I shook his hand, but before I could answer him, a silky, smooth voice said my name. I jumped up from the barstool, almost knocking it over.
My eyes widened, and my pulse raced, as I stared at the gorgeous man in front of me. Fortunately, I quickly recovered. “Jaxon,” I said, and damn it for being breathier than I’d hoped. “I…you…hi,” I stuttered.
“You two know each other?” Gary asked with an amused laugh.
“You could say that,” Jaxon replied, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
Gary rested his elbows on the bar, his chin on his hands, watching us like a damn circus act.
“Gary, go find something to do,” Jaxon said, his dark intense gaze never leaving mine. My limbs froze, my eyes unable to look away, and break the ridiculous hold he had on me. The hold he always had on me.
I swallowed down the desire to go to him, remembering he left me naked and alone in a hotel room just a month ago. Still, the battle raged inside of me because, despite the simple fact that I was nothing more than sex to him, I couldn’t seem to let him go.
It figured that out of all the bars in the area, I chose the only one that Jaxon Reed was in.
Fuck me.
“Gary, now!” Jaxon growled.
Gary held his hands up, backing away, and then vanished into the back again.
Jaxon and I stood there, staring at each other, neither one of us saying a word. I didn’t want him to know how his leaving ripped me to shreds. How I cried the entire time I packed my bags when I realized he wasn’t coming back. The sadness that wracked my body as I pulled the hotel door shut and got in that cab.
So, I cleared my throat, and acted like nothing happened. “I don’t know if you’ve spoken to Cole, but I moved to Michigan.”
Jaxon scratched at the five o’clock shadow on his chin. “I haven’t since he got back from his honeymoon.”
I offered a smile before continuing. “I’m just going to get right to the point. I need a job. I remember Dee saying this place was the best. So, I’m here if you’re looking for someone. And if not, maybe you can speak to the owner.”
Jaxon grinned, and I looked down at the floor, noticing how they looked like they were just refinished. I could even detect the faintest scent of polyurethane in the air.
Didn’t Jaxon stay at the hotel because his floors were being refinished? I’d assumed it was where he lived…
The dots began to connect in my mind. Dee talking this place up and Cole changing the subject. The floors. I glanced up at him and he smiled, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.
