Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series Book 2)

by Alex Grayson

  From the day that Jaxon and I became friends, Mia was always around. She followed us everywhere. You would think that two boys would hate having a little girl trailing after them, but we never minded. Jaxon was always close with his sisters, and I thought that Mia wanting to be around her big brother and his friend was sweet.

  Over time, I knew that Mia developed a crush on me. Again, that didn’t bother me. She was just a cute, innocent little girl with her long midnight black pig tails and rosy cheeks. I thought that eventually she would move onto her next big crush, but she never did. She held onto her infatuation with me, and eventually I developed one of my own for her. I always thought she was an adorable kid, the older she got and the more developed she became; the more I noticed her turning into a beautiful young woman. A young woman I was starting to realize I wanted for my own.

  I was sixteen and she was fourteen when we were at the back of Jaxon’s property swimming in the lake. She was wearing a light purple bikini. Nothing skimpy, but to my horny teenage mind it was sexy as fuck. It took everything I had to keep my hands off her, and my dick from poking a tent out of my shorts.

  Mia and I were sitting at the end of the dock dangling our feet in the water, while Jaxon and a couple of our friends, Nick and Kaylee, were playing around in the lake. We were alone, sitting in silence, watching the others goof around, when suddenly Mia reached over and kissed my cheek. Even though it was an innocent peck, I was still shocked at her bold move. It took me a minute to gather myself and look over at her. What I saw made me fall a little harder. She was peeking up at me with her deep blue eyes through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could tell she was embarrassed.

  Reaching over, I grabbed her hand, flipped it over, and brought the inside of her wrist to my lips and kissed it. With her wrist still at my lips, I asked her, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Without hesitation, she nodded her head vigorously, which caused her small tits to jiggle a little. It took everything I had to keep my eyes on hers and not drift down.

  Her reaction to my question made my lips tip up into a small smile and I threw my arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and I placed a kiss atop it.

  It was there that I murmured, “You and me, baby.” And I meant it. Once she became mine, I was never letting her go.

  I felt her sigh and place her arm around my waist. When I looked down, a small smile was playing on her lips, and I knew that she was it for me. Yes, I was only sixteen, but deep down in my heart I knew that no one else would ever compare to her. Our relationship was just beginning, but there are times when you just feel that something is right and meant to be. And this was one of those times.

  From that day forward, we were always together. Whether it was just the two of us, her hanging with Jaxon and me, or us with Jaxon and our friends. We were inseparable, and that was the way we liked it. Surprisingly, Jaxon was okay from the beginning with the change of my and Mia’s relationship. He said he always knew it would happen eventually.

  Bringing myself back to the present, I start my truck and pull out of the driveway, suddenly tired and wanting nothing more than to grab another beer, shower, and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. The whole community is getting together for the annual Jaded Hollow Spring Carnival. As Sherriff of a town that generally doesn’t have crime, it’s my job to help set up in the courtyard in the center of town.

  I pull into my driveway that leads to my century home on the outskirts of town. The small, white two-story house sits on 100 acres of land and has been in my family for generations. A few years ago, I had part of it renovated to update all the older wiring and plumbing. It now has a brand new kitchen and bathroom. When looking for new fixtures, appliances, and such, I stuck with an older century look. I didn’t want to take away the 1900’s look and feel of the house.

  When I pull up to the house, the porch light is shining bright, welcoming me home. The entire house is surrounded by a wraparound porch that has a swing attached to the ceiling and a couple of rocking chairs. Above the porch, in the front on the second level, is a balcony that has a door leading to the master bedroom. It’s small, but big enough to hold a couple rocking chairs. I’ve envisioned Mia and me sitting up there sipping coffee dozens of times.

  Getting out of my truck, I pocket my keys without locking the door. There is no need to lock doors in this town. We’re a tight knit group. Most of the time we have no worries about burglary or crime.

  I walk up the steps and open my front door and am immediately greeted by Loafer, my white and brown half-breed Pointer dog, putting her front paws on my lower stomach. I reach down to pat her sides. “Hey, baby girl. You hungry?” She answers by licking the side of my face.

  Straightening back up, I make my way to the kitchen with Loafer excitedly trailing behind me. After pouring her a bowl of dried food and placing it on the floor, I open the fridge to get my much needed beer and take a healthy pull. Leaning back against the counter, I mindlessly watch Loafer chomping down on her food, her tail wagging the entire time.

  After several minutes, I drain the last of my beer and toss the bottle in the trash. Leaving Loafer to finish her meal, I head to my bedroom and empty the contents of my pockets on the dresser. From there, I walk into the bathroom that’s off from the bedroom and turn the shower on to warm up while I undress.

  Once inside the shower, I face the showerhead and rest my arms on the wall in front of me. I bow my head and let the hot water beat down on my shoulders.

  An image of Mia pops into my head, like so many other nights while I’m in the shower. In this image, she has her head thrown back, laughing at something I said. Her long midnight black hair is tossed back and almost reaching her ass. I always loved her hair and she knew it. That’s why two days after I royally screwed things up, she cut it off into her current pixie style, knowing that it would piss me off. She never let it grow back out. Although I loved her longer hair, her current style is hot as fuck too.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to block out the image. It’s useless, as one scene turns into another.

  We were lying in the back of my truck on a blanket gazing at the stars. My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and she had her head on my naked chest. We were both quiet, just listening to the crickets and the leaves of the trees around us rustle.

  After lying there in the quiet a few more minutes, I felt a small tentative kiss on my chest. My hand that was placed on her hip, gave it a squeeze in warning. Fifteen minutes before, we were in a heavy petting session when I called a halt to it. It was getting harder and harder to stop once we got going. Her kissing my chest was asking for trouble, and she knew it.

  Instead of heeding my warning, Mia hiked her toned, smooth leg up over my hip and placed it right below my dick. Once there, she slowly brought it up further and rubbed it against me.

  In the shower, I swear I actually feel Mia rubbing her knee against me. Opening my eyes to try and dispel the image, I fight the pull to grab my cock and stroke it, but I lose. I close my eyes again and fist my hard as fucking stone dick slowly, knowing it’s a losing battle to try and ignore it.

  In my mind, I grab Mia’s knee to stop her.

  “Fuck, Mia, you gotta stop, baby,” I groaned out.

  I felt her lips trailing up my neck and to my ear. “I want you, Mac,” she whispered there.

  At the time, I would have sworn she was trying to kill me. I glide my hand up and down my cock faster at the memory of her words. My breathing has become ragged, and I feel pre-cum leaking at the tip. Even in thoughts, Mia has always been able to get me off faster than any other woman.

  Although I knew I would regret it, I decided to give in a little. I could never deny her anything and she knew it. The hand that I had on her knee brought her leg up even further so her warm pussy pressed against my hip. The tiny skirt she was wearing that Jaxon would have a fit over, but I thanked God for, crawls up her leg, giving me the opport
unity to run my hand up the back of her thigh. She immediately started grinding against my hip and made small whimpering sounds that drove me wild.

  Using my other hand, I tipped her head back and lightly put my lips to hers, running my tongue across her lips until she opened for me. I thrust my tongue inside to tangle with hers. She tasted of peaches and cream.

  When she tried to put her hand on my waiting cock, I jackknifed up in the bed of the truck, taking her with me. Situating her so she was straddling my hips, I grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against me.

  Normally, I would have stopped us by then, but with the previous make out session and that current one, I had been beyond stopping. I didn’t take us all the way, but we came damn close.

  My strokes in the shower become faster. I remember this particular scene vividly. It was one of the heavier times we were together. I know what happened next and I remember the way we both felt afterwards.

  Mia wrapped her arms around my neck and plastered her heaving chest against mine. I felt the points of her hard nipples through her blouse rub against my naked chest. I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head so my lips could claim hers again. With her panty-clad sex up against my denim covered erection, I almost lost control. Even through the denim, I felt the warmth and moisture that leaked from her.

  We were both virgins at the time, both wanting to save ourselves for the other. But, we’d done enough to say we were no longer innocent.

  I rest my head against the shower stall, working my cock faster as my visions get more explicit.

  The hand that I had wrapped in Mia’s hair loosened its grip and slowly traveled down her back, until it reached her waist. Once there, I moved my hand around and down until it rested on top of her pubic area. I heard her breath hitch, and it caused my dick to jump in my jeans. I was so fucking hard that there was not much room in my pants anymore, and it was becoming painful.

  I moved my hand down further, and I was met with soaking wet panties.

  “Shit, Mia. You’re fucking soaked,” I growled into her mouth.

  Her response was to pull back and look into my eyes. The desire was plain to see on her face. Her lips were plump, her eyes were at half mast, and there was a cute flush to her skin.

  “Please, Mac. I need…” She stopped and closed her eyes when I flicked my finger over her clit and let out a low gasp. When I moved my finger away, her eyes opened again and she continued with a moan, “I need you in me.”

  I was nineteen and she was seventeen. We had two more weeks to wait until she was legal. Even though it was one of the hardest things I had ever done, I refused to give in until she was eighteen.

  “You know we can’t, my Pixie. Only a couple more weeks. A couple more weeks until you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”

  She dropped her head into my neck and moaned, “I can’t wait that long, Mac. I want you now.”

  I gripped her hair in the one hand that wasn’t at her pussy and brought her head back so she had to look at me.

  “Baby, you know we have to wait. I’m nineteen and you’re only seventeen. I could be put away if someone found out.” She released a defeated sigh and placed her forehead against mine.

  I moved the base of my hand that was still at her core and put it at her clit, grinding it against her. “Just because I can’t slide my cock inside you doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good, Pixie,” I whispered in her ear.

  I could practically feel the blush that I knew was heating her face. She loved it when I talked dirty to her but she was still embarrassed by it.

  Gliding my hand from her wet panties, I brought my fingers to the edge and slipped them beneath. She was so fucking wet and my finger slipped right inside. She sucked in her breath and released it with a moan.

  I slipped another finger inside her and rubbed my thumb on her clit. She threw her head back and the sight nearly had me coming in my jeans. She felt so tight against my fingers that I had no idea how I was going to be able to last once I finally did get myself inside her.

  “Are you gonna come on my fingers, Mia? Soak my fingers, baby. I want to feel your tight cunt gripping me.” I say with a growl.

  “Mac,” she breathed my name and bit her lip as she nodded.

  Removing my thumb from her clit, I replaced it with my palm and slipped a finger inside. She grinded against it and her breathing became even more ragged. She was close. I could feel the tremors in her body and her pussy pulsing against my fingers.

  “Fuck my fingers, Pixie. Make yourself come for me. Jesus, you’re gorgeous right now. I wish you could see yourself.”

  My words triggered her orgasm, and I felt her clench tight around my fingers, trying to suck them in further. She threw back her head and yelled out her release. She was so fucking beautiful when she did that. She may have been only seventeen, but her showing her pleasure was so natural for her. And I loved the fact that I was going to be the only one to witness it.

  Just as Mia was reaching her climax in my head, I give out my own shout in the shower. Creamy strings of cum shoot out from the tip of my cock and land on the shower floor before being washed down the drain. I slow my movements and open my eyes. I try to calm my breathing, but the lingering visions still leave me breathless.

  I force myself to leave the memories behind, and quickly wash my body. I grab a towel once I’m done and roughly dry myself off. I walk naked out of the bathroom and head towards the bed. On my way, I grab my phone in case I’m needed throughout the night. Such is the duty of being the Sherriff.

  Laying on my back, I put my hands behind my head and look up to the ceiling. Loafer jumps up on the bed and lays at the end. Mia may not realize it yet, or want to admit it, but things were going to change. No more running from the past. No more avoiding me. She’s going listen to me this time. I don’t care if I have to tie her to my bed and force her to listen. She has no choice in the matter anymore. I’ve let her run the show long enough. There are things she doesn’t understand and doesn’t know about. Things she never let me tell her. And fuck if I am going to let that shit continue.

  Chapter Three

  Mia

  Her smile…

  Bailey, her friend, Chris, and I are all busting ass in the tent that is serving homemade meatball sandwiches, roast beef sandwiches, and sausage dogs. The turnout for the annual Jaded Hollow Spring Carnival is always hopping. There are several small towns that surround Jaded, and people from all over show up. We may be a small community, but we know how to have a good time. People know this, and that’s why people wait anxiously for it each year.

  All the local businesses participate in some way or another, whether that be donating supplies, equipment, money, entertainment, helping set up, breaking down, supervising, etc. Every penny that is made is given back to the community in some form: schools, the local fire and police department, the library. Every business and resident benefit from it. They all also close down for the festivities.

  There are tons of tents lined up all over the courthouse yard with homemade desserts, food, arts and crafts, tractor supplies, gardening supplies, homemade honey, quilts, and more. There are tents set up specifically for kids with face painting, coloring contests, apple bobbing, and pony rides. There’s a bouncy house and even a shallow pool that has huge round inflatable balls that the kids can get into and roll around in the water. Jaded is a family oriented town so we make sure all the kids have fun as well.

  The carnival lasts all day and into the night. Once the evening hits and the kiddos go to bed, the adults break out the alcohol and things tend to get a little wild and crazy.

  We girls are currently being swarmed with hungry people. We have six huge warming containers filled with food and more cooking. Believe it or not, before the night is over, every last morsel will be gone.

  As soon as one person has their food and steps away, another takes their place. We bustle around trying to keep up. After a few minutes, we all hear a wailing noise and glance dow
n at baby Amari sitting in her glider crying her beautiful eyes out.

  “Uh oh. Sounds like it’s feeding time,” Chris says, laughing.

  Bailey drops the tongs she is holding, walks over to Amari, and reaches in to grab her. “I swear this child eats more than Jaxon,” she says with a sigh. You can see the love shining out of Bailey’s eyes every time she looks at Amari. After losing so many babies because of her asshat of an ex-husband, Bailey and Jaxon both dote on her like she’s the Queen of England. Of course, the kid is gorgeous and a sweetie, so I can see why they do.

  Just then, Jaxon walks up behind Bailey and wraps his arms around her, kissing her neck in the process. Bailey tilts her head back and Jaxon places another kiss on her lips. A pang of jealousness rears its ugly head. I am utterly happy for them. They both deserve the happiness that they so obviously share. I just wish I could have had my own happiness as well. Once upon a time, I thought I had.

  “Hey, Angel, you take Mari and feed her, and I’ll help out the girls here, okay? You look like you need to get off your feet for a few minutes.” From the beginning, Jaxon has called Amari Mari. He’s the only one that calls her that. He claims it’s closer to the word ‘miracle’, which he believes Mari is.

  The look Jaxon gives her causes my own gaze to soften. It’s amazing how much these two love each other.

  Bailey turns in Jaxon’s arms with the baby still in hers, and rolls to the tip of her feet to give him a kiss. When she pulls back, she has adoration written all over her face.

  “Thank you, honey. My feet are killing me. But when I get back, it’s Mia and Chris’s turn for a break. They’ve been working just as hard as me.”

  “Deal,” he says with a smile.