by Hazel Parker
Both their eyes whip towards me, I ignore the woman’s but Jaxson has a hard look that later widens. But I turn and dash out of there before I can see anything else.
16
JAXSON
“You know Stacy is in the back.” Zeke whips past me on his way to the bar. He has to bartend tonight since the others decided against it.
“Fuck.”
I walk back there, not expecting what happened. Stacy is an old… fling. She would come into town and we would get together sometimes, but it has been a good two years since she came here, and I’ve forgotten about her.
She is hot in the obvious way, but not beautiful like Isabelle. I keep wondering when she will get here, I’m antsy to see her, especially after our conversation today. But I have to deal with Stacy first. I find her and tell her that we can’t be together anymore, that whatever we did or didn’t have is over.
But she doesn’t hear it, not at first, and she says my name like she still knows me.
Then my heart sinks in my chest when I find out that Isabelle saw. I don’t know how much, or what of.
“I have to go.” I move away from Stacy and towards the door, she grabs onto my cut and it draws me back. I’m starting to get to where I am not above putting my hands on a woman.
“Jaxson, wait, I just wanted to tell you that I’m getting married.”
“What the fuck?” I turn back to look at her, seconds are ticking by and Isabelle is getting farther away. I wanted to have a nice fun night with her, show her around to my brothers, both real and in the club, but not Stacy is ruining everything.
“Yeah um, next month. It’s in the town over so if you want to come, you can. And I guess that’s your girlfriend?”
I nod.
“She’s pretty. They should all come, if you want. Anyway I just wanted to tell you that, I felt like we were friends. Sort of.”
“Yeah. Sure.” I stay stone faced and face her, watching her smile as she shakes her head.
“You haven’t changed, Jax. See you.” She brushes by me and then she is gone.
I stand in a bit of shock, and then I get to trucking after Isabelle, ignoring shouts from the guys on my way out.
I get outside just in time to see her sedan pull off the drive way and onto the main road. I run to my bike and start after her, barely remembering the way to her place. I know it’s hidden between two buildings, and am just as desperate as last time to get to her.
I pull up and still feel the heat of her car, so she must have just arrived. I dash up the stairs to her second floor apartment and bang on the door.
“Isabelle,” I pound on the door.
I hope she didn’t take things out of proportion, I hope she trusts me more than that and will let me explain myself. But after today… she might use this as her way out. I don’t know how much she likes me, or if she feels the same way. But I think about her all the fucking time and it hurts to be away from her, it hurts not to see her.
I was so close tonight after what seemed like forever, and then she was just gone. I pound on the door again.
“Isabelle,” I shout again.
Eventually, the patter of her footsteps come to the door, she swings it open and it is like a breath of fresh air. I inhale it deeply, I take all of her in.
She has tight jeans on, and an orange crop top with lines down the front that make her breasts look even bigger, her abdomen is tucked into her jeans and her creamy skin peeks through. My cock twitches on contact until I see her face, pained and confused.
“It’s not what you think, baby. Let me explain.”
Her grip tightens on the door until she stands aside and lets it open. I walk in, smelling the scent of her and her apartment. I follow her until she stops at her kitchen. She seemed to be making herself a drink and finishes up, it’s yellow in color and she sips at it until I talk.
“I use to know Stacy…”
“You used to have sex?”
I nod.
“Yeah. I haven’t seen her in two years. She was only coming by to tell me she was getting fucking married.” I slap my hands against my pants. The irritation builds inside of me and I take off my cut, laying it on the back of the chair.
She sits on her kitchen counter and swings her legs, her bare feet are crossed and painted yellow to match her nails. It reminds me of how much she has been like a light in my life, undeniably bright. I don’t want to lose her over stupid shit.
“She looked friendly.” She sips more of her drink, the ice clinks in the silent room.
“Yeah, she likes that. But it was nothing. I’m not interested in that shit anymore.” I see the apprehension on her face and exhale deeply.
I scratch my face and step closer to her. I stop where my cock brushes her knee and she looks into my eyes, so close yet so far.
“You know I planned how I would introduce you to everyone tonight. I was going to show you to Zeke first, because he’s goofy as shit and would make you comfortable, before you met the rest of my brothers, and the rest of the club.” I try to smile, but it doesn’t come through. My lips twitch and I wait for her response.
She sets her drink down and then licks her lips softly. I want to do the same to her, I want to kiss her so badly because it has been so long.
“I met Zeke. When I got a drink at the bar.” She says softly. I hate how sad she sounds, but it has seemed to get better. “You look alike.”
That makes me grin, “He’s the better looking one, or so I have heard.” I chuckle.
“No, I don’t think so.” she giggles once, and I know that I have got her.
I run my hand up her thighs and she relaxes, breathing out through her parted lips. She opens her legs so I can step between them, and I do, sliding her down so her heat can touch my cock, growing by the second.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Isabelle.” I exhale. I raise my hands to cup her face and bring her lips to me.
“I know.” she murmurs.
I can’t wait any longer.
My lips crash to hers in a fury, and she returns it.
I coax my lips around hers and she responds immediately, her lips closing around mine. I feel all of me seeping into her, all of the time we have missed, everything that I thought I lost. I grip her ass and drive her over my cock, rubbing against the fabric until she moans. She grips my shoulders over my shirt, then rises up and threads her fingers in my hair until she scratches my scalp. I groan and it sends sensations down my back and to my cock.
I get so hard for her, it almost hurts. I’ve jacked off to the thought of her every night, coming harder than I ever have. But I just want to be inside her again, I have to be. I trial my hands up to finger her soft skin, her delicious smooth back glides under my fingers and I don’t let her go.
I slide my tongue over hers, tasting the juice and alcohol of her drink and the taste of her mouth. Her breasts mash to my chest and I swear I feel her nipples hardening against me. I want to feel her against my chest again, feel her clit pulse and her nipples harden.
She has an amazing body but she is so easily responsive to me, that it turns me on more than anything in the world. I grip her ass and she moans, I rub her breasts and she mewls, I bite down on her lip and she squeals. And I know she is as wet as can be right now, but I wait until I just can’t take it just to prolong the chase.
“Jaxson—I fucking missed you.” She exhales against my lips. I bring my lips down her neck and bite her, I want to eat this girl alive over and over.
“I missed you too. So fucking much.”
I shove my hands under her shirt, almost ripping the fabric, and am pleased to find her bare underneath. Her breasts are warm under my fingers, the swells so low I dip my fingers under and slide over her soft, perfect skin. My cock trembles, begging for contact from her.
“You are fucking perfect, Isabelle. You know that?” I look back to look in her eyes, she blinks in shock and I hold her gaze as I grip both her breasts, and her eyes widen as I watch her pupils dilate.<
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“I think about you, all the time. I don’t go to sleep without stroking myself, thinking of you.” I practically growl, she makes me an animal, and I enjoy it.
Sometimes I force the contact, the passion, but with her it is everywhere and too much at he same time.
“I touch myself too.” She whispers.
“Fuck, baby,” I bite my lip, thinking of her touching her perfect pussy, thinking of me.
“You imagine it’s me?” I roll my thumb over her nipple and she groans.
“Yes… I do.” Her head lolls back but I jerk her so she will look at me.
“I’m going to fuck you on this counter. You ready?”
She gasps, her eyes boring into mine, “Yes.”
17
JAXSON
Isabelle is so slick against my fingers, I fight not to lose my grip on her. It isn’t that difficult, since I don’t want to let her go, ever. I need her more than I need air. Those few minutes between her running out of the club and having to go after her, thinking that I lost her, were crippling.
I never thought I needed her the way I do now, that I would never need anyone that way.
I kiss her just to make that fact known to both of us, I don’t think I could ever tell her honestly about how I feel, I never have before. I only tighten my lips around her supple plush pillows of skin and dart my tongue against hers. I pause only to rip her jeans down her body and expose her, the scent of her arousal fills the air and wraps me in a cocoon I could never try to escape.
“Jaxson…” she breathes, her cheeks have flushed pink, trailing down to her neck. She is so wet she slides on the counter and I hold her in place as I turn my attention back to her.
An overwhelming need to taste her comes over me, I drop to my knees and spread her legs apart, grabbing onto her deliciously soft and full thighs. I love her body, it’s fucking perfect, all I want is to be pressed up against it forever.
“Oh god…” she moans under her breath as my lips brush her center, her clit throbs under my tongue and I start to fully eat her pussy, taking time as I lap up her juices and suckle her folds.
Just when I think she is at her max, she gushes even more beneath me, and my cock hardens in response. I hold her tighter, feeling her fall over the edge as her gasps grow closer together, louder until they fill the room. I love how loud she is, how real she is, when she comes I feel it inside myself. She clutches my hair so tight, her nails dig into my scalp but I welcome the sting.
I kiss back up her body, rising to meet her lips and kiss her so she can taste herself on me. I drop my pants as she tugs my shirt off, and I look right into her widened eyes.
“Hold on, baby.”
I’m glad I don’t have to use a condom, being able to feel all of her clenching me is a blessing. I feel like I will come undone at first contact; she is so tight and hot, I lose my fucking mind. The way she moans against me, clutching me close. Her nails rake down my front, over the midline of my abs and every section, I get shivers as I sink inside of her, and just remain there. To feel her, to feel myself falling into her.
I pull my hand back just to cup her face. I like to be rough with her, it’s how I am, but I want to show her how much she means to me, how sweet she is.
She deserves the tenderness I don’t think I can give her.
I cup her face, my thumbs grazing the edges of her lips as her hot breath fans across it.
She trembles, her fingers fanning down to my Adonis belt, waiting there as she pulses. It feels like her heart beat is inside her pussy and I feel every hit of it, over and over. For a moment, I just stare into her eyes. Chocolate pools of perfect browns, wide and waiting for me, staring into my dark eyes. Even though she has given me light.
“Fuck me Isabelle, you’re so damned beautiful.” I breathe, my voice deep and raspy, covered by the desire she gives me.
She smiles softly, but still looks like she is in disbelief. I push into her farther, she gasps and at the same time, it parts her lips for me to kiss her. The tip of my cock reaches her depths and I close my lips around hers, suckling her bottom lip as my tongue crosses hers.
Her taste is so sweet, so succulent, and it almost drives me to the edge again. I rock my hips to meet her deeper, and her legs part for me even more, she gushes even more. The kiss is slow, and I’m surprised that I let her keep the pace. She passes her arms up my body again, her warm palms covering the muscles of my arms and neck before reaching my face, holding me so tenderly I never even thought it was possible. Her lips are soft and tender, cautious even, that I am letting her keep the pace. She moves so that her hips meet mine and I pound into her faster, hitting her deeper and harder each time. She moans against me, muffled by my lips. Her tongue swipes over mine each time and I turn my head into her.
Isabelle does this over and over, until the kiss breaks for her to breathe. I get to hold her gaze for a few seconds before I grab at her fleshy hips and go to fucking town. I just lose it around her, moreso than normal. Before I would be rough and fast just because I wanted to get out of there—but now I just want to claim her and own her, so I can do it all over again and see how many times I can do it.
She starts to moan until she just out right shrieks, unable to carry her breath long enough. I tug at her shirt, accidentally ripping it and exposing her breasts in one swift movement. They’re smooth, heavy, outright delicious, her nipples are hardened pebbles and my thrusts shake her breasts up and down, bobbing just how I like to see them. She leans back onto the counter, after she just can’t take it anymore, and rests on her elbows. Her full lips are parted and her body is covered in a delicious sheen of sweat.
Her breath kicks up when I reach out and grab her left breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
The sound of me thrusting hits the room and is permanently etched in my brain, mixed with her moans and the way she cries out for me.
The way she says my name like a breath she has to hold onto. Like something she needs to survive… I want to say her name the same way and so I do, I don’t even have to try.
My balls tighten up inside, my cock hardening to its limit as I feel my release coming. I realize she hasn’t come to hers yet, and I am probably going too fast for her to. I slow only a little bit, and rub against her clit with my thumb. Her moans turn to ones of surprise to pleasure, drawing out as I feel her fall closer and closer, then see her breath fail as she falls into it.
As she does, I return to my original pace and pound faster than ever, tasting the edge of my orgasm before it comes. I come into her harder than I did before, pulsing longer than I am used to and my knees almost go weak.
I draw her up to meet me as I kiss her, my hands appreciate every curve of her body as I kiss her, and empty the last of myself inside her.
“God, Jaxson, you are an animal.” She smiles her wry smile, the same one I see in the mornings when we facetime and she is still half asleep.
I grin back at her, “I know.” I kiss her again, my lips swiping over hers, more relaxed, as I slip out of her. I know we have probably made a mess of the counter but there is nothing I can do about that now.
“I hate to do this…” I glance at the clock on the microwave in her kitchen.
“You have to go?” she finishes.
I nod, not even wanting to let her go. I don’t even move to get dressed.
“I’m sorry. I just got some stuff to deal with at the club, I have to go back.”
She sighs, “I’m sorry I ruined the night for you.” She glances down.
I lift her chin up to me with my finger, “No, don’t apologize for how you felt. I understand.”
“You don’t think I’m your crazy girlfriend?” she widens her eyes in shock, “Um, I mean… not that I’m assuming we are together, I just—”
I cover her mouth and grin.
I chuckle, “Isabelle, of course you’re my girl.” I kiss her to make it true, when I pull back, she smiles at me and I want to paint it in my memories for
ever.
“Hey maybe I’ll come back, okay? Just depends how long they keep me.”
She nods, “Okay.”
I take one last good look at her before I go to clean up, she meets me by the door half-dressed and then I kiss her once more before I leave.
THE SUN HITS my face when I wake up, Zeke left my bedroom curtains open and its why I don’t like having my brothers over. They just make a mess and leave it that way, but they’re family so it isn’t like I can do anything about it.
The first thing I do is roll over to check my phone, I have two missed calls from Simon and that means he has news. I went back to the club for almost three hours last night, talking with all the members and then just the exces. We all came to the same, divided conclusion. I cut the meeting and decided we should meet today when we have clear heads void of alcohol.
I figure I should have a clear head too before I check my phone, so I leave it on the side of the bed and sit up to stretch. I scratch my chest without a shirt, and look down to see where Isabelle left marks on my skin. I wondered how and why I woke up so calm when I know the club is stressing me out and shit, and it’s because of her. Not just fucking her brains out last night, but being around her. Going after her showed me how much I need her. I already have morning wood. But the thought of her gets me hard as a rock, tenting my sleeping boxers.
“Fuck.” I’d be too distracted to even start my day. I lay back down and pull my cock out, stroking my self to the thought of her. I want to sleep in the same bed as her, just to see how she looks when she wakes up, so I can roll over and fuck her first thing in the morning.
I imagine her pert breasts, her rosy nipples hard and ready for me to bite. The way they bounce as I fuck her, even move on their own just from how big they are. And that round ass of hers, the best I have ever seen. I stroke myself harder, using the moisture leaking from my tip to move easier. My hips rise to meet my hand as I continue, her name on the edge of my lips before I come against my boxers. Yet another pair she has made me ruin.
I take a few deep breaths before I get up to piss and shower, then brush before I make breakfast for myself. Only after I do that, am I in the mind set to call Simon back.
