The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One)

by Danda K.

  A bolt of lightning in the sky lights up our little bunker in flashes, and it’s clear this storm may take some time to pass. With his back towards me, Jaxon spits his gum outside and removes his hat, twisting the water from it.

  I squeeze out my hair and can’t help but laugh at the situation we’ve found ourselves in. I continue my giggle fit while I wipe the water off my face with my hands. That’s when I look over and find Jaxon staring at me with a look I’ve never seen before. Is he mad? Did I do something wrong? He looks away as if he’s ashamed, but when his eyes are back on mine, desire is written all over his face.

  I become all too aware of my body and look down to cover whatever I can. That’s when I see it, my red lace bra under my very white, very wet, t-shirt.

  Damn it. I knew I should have packed more bras!

  Embarrassed, I cross my arms to cover my chest. When I look down, I notice the cleavage from my overly proportioned breasts spilling from the top of my now skin-tight white t-shirt, making me a human push-up bra. Jaxon groans then shifts uncomfortably. I look down at his pants, which are sporting a large hard-on.

  He’s looking at me now like I’m the last cup of water in the desert, and he’s been thirsty for days.

  Clearing his throat, he points to my waist. “Maybe you could put that flannel shirt of yours to good use, Nyx.”

  His jaw ticks, and he seems to be struggling to keep eye contact with me. I look down and oblige, feeling a bit let down that maybe I read him wrong, and he doesn’t actually like what he sees. I untie my flannel and notice his look of disappointment as I place the cold, wet shirt around my body like a towel. He actually prefers it off.

  I look around the little white enclosure, grinning now because I know I’m affecting him. The rain outside isn’t letting up, and there’s another small pulsing between my legs again.

  I want this man, and from the look he’s giving me, he wants me, too. He’s just too well-mannered to make the first move. So I dig deep inside myself and muster up all the confidence I can. I stand up straight with the flannel still in front of my chest.

  It gets eerily quiet all around us, and the falling rain outside sounds as though it’s a mile away. I only see Jaxon.

  Keeping my eyes on him, I lift my chin in confidence and allow the shirt to fall slowly to the ground, exposing myself to him again. I bite my bottom lip, trying to distract myself from the nerves threatening to overtake me. But I can’t fight him anymore.

  Trying to keep my breaths slow and steady, I await Jaxon’s move.

  His eyes go wide with hunger again as he looks me over from head to toe. Every form of restraint he was holding seems to have shattered like glass. He stalks over to me like a predator approaching its prey, and I panic at the reality of this situation. I know I want to kiss him, but, as pathetic as it is, I’ve never been here before. I’m not even sure I know how.

  The words are like acid in my throat when I cry out frantically, “I’ve never been kissed before!”

  Jaxon’s eyes widen, and he stops dead in his tracks. His wet hair is tousled and hanging in front of his face. His eyes soften, and he continues forward until he’s right in front of me, placing both hands on my cheeks.

  Droplets of water fall from his hair and run down his face. “I’m trying my hardest to be a gentleman here, Nyx. But I gotta be honest.” He lifts my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “My entire body wants to do very un-gentleman-like things to you.”

  Releasing my chin, he sweeps my wet hair over both my shoulders, exposing my entire neck to him. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispers, “So you’re gonna have to tell me if you want me to kiss you.” His words have my entire body tingling, and the throbbing between my legs gets more intense. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. “Because I won’t do it without your permission.” His lips brush over the crook of my neck, sending shivers coursing through every inch of me as he says, “No matter how bad I want it.”

  My breath picks up and, for the first time in my life, I’m desperate for a man’s touch. It’s as if the hormones that were tucked away for so long are now wreaking havoc inside me. I press my body into him, eager to feel his warmth. Feeling bold and out of my mind, I reach between us to feel his erection. He grabs my wrist, slowly shaking his head in a tsk-tsk motion to stop me.

  “I need words, Nyx,” he says, almost pained now.

  I can’t take this anymore. I need to feel his lips on me. Now. My voice cracks when I shout, “I want you to kiss me!” And he does just that.

  It’s quite the cliché, but lightning suddenly strikes, and thunder booms at the exact time our lips meet. At first, his kiss is soft and gentle. No tongue, just us pressed together, his hands holding my face and mine pressed against his chest.

  It’s perfect.

  After a few seconds, he relaxes his lips and breaks the kiss, looking at me. His blue eyes are dancing with eagerness.

  “That was your first kiss, Nyx.” He pauses, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I wanted it to be sweet and passionate. Something you’d remember forever.” Another pause. “So remember it good, because what I’m about to do to you now has nothing sweet about it.”

  Before I can absorb Jaxon’s words, his lips are back on mine, this time greedily and desperate. He gently fists my hair and pulls down on it so my face is at a better angle for him. He licks the seam of my bottom lip, and I part my mouth for him to enter. His tongue is like velvet against mine as we explore each other.

  The need to taste more overwhelms me, so I bite down on his bottom lip and slide it between my teeth. He tastes like cinnamon and rain. He groans a “fuuuuck” under his breath, and the next thing I know, he’s lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him.

  He walks, carrying me away and devouring my mouth as I try my hardest to keep up with the strokes of his tongue. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and when my back hits a wall, I feel even more of his body pressed into me.

  My center is in direct contact with his own, and I can’t fight the urge to rub myself against the hardness. I swirl my hips into him in one slow movement, and he responds by thrusting his hips upward. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

  “Jaxon,” I sigh breathlessly.

  “You’re gonna fucking kill me, Nyx.” He continues to pepper kisses along my neck and collar bone.

  Suddenly, I’m all too aware we’re still in public, and I no longer trust my body to not have sex with this man right here. I fight every impulse vibrating inside me.

  “It stopped raining,” I announce, hoping the fear of being seen will send my hormones packing. Still holding me, Jaxon looks outside to see the rain has indeed stopped. Breathing hard, he turns his face back towards me and rests his forehead against mine.

  “Holy shit.” He tries to collect his breath. “You make me crazy.”

  He sets me down, and we try to gather our composure. The silence is starting to make me uneasy with doubt. Did I do okay? Was it good for him? He looks at me and must notice my discomfort because he cups my cheeks and places the softest kiss on my lips.

  “You’re mine now, you know that, right?” He lifts my face up so we’re eye to eye. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, there’s no going back, Nyx.” He curls my hair around his finger and says, “You’re it for me.” He lifts my wrist to his mouth and places a kiss on it. “For as long as you’ll have me.” And that’s the last thing he says before he takes my hand, and we return to the world.

  Seventeen

  Jaxon

  We head to the bathrooms in silence to freshen up after getting drenched, and I know I’m falling for this girl. I can’t help it.

  Her full lips are like those French macarons, slightly cracked on the surface but soft as air when I pressed my mouth to them. Her body felt as though it was carved to fit perfectly against mine. And since I was the first person to kiss her, it must mean I’d be the first person to do other things.

  My dick immediately stif
fens with the idea that nobody’s ever been inside her.

  Even if she ends up telling me she’s not a virgin, it doesn’t fucking matter because nobody else will ever be inside her again. I’ve never felt this possessive and protective of a woman. I’m not usually the type.

  Yes, I’m human, so I’ve been jealous before, but not like this. I don’t want to own her, but I want her to belong to me. Because my heart belonged to this girl the first time I laid eyes on her.

  As we approach the bathrooms, which is just a white trailer with steps in the center and ramps on each side, I place my hand on her shoulder and stop her. “I’m gonna try and wring out my clothes as much as I can before we head back to my bike.”

  She looks down at her equally wet clothes. ”Yeah, I think I should do the same.” I let go of her, and she makes her way up the steps, her gorgeous ass on display now that there isn’t anything blocking it. It’s perfectly round and toned and naturally sways back and forth as she walks.

  I look away because I refuse to jerk off in this public bathroom.

  I clear my throat and announce from behind her, ”Okay, I’ll be right out here waiting for you when you’re done.” I follow suit, skipping every other step as I head to the men’s side of the trailer.

  I enter the bathroom, closing the door, and turning on the light. It’s dim, but it’ll do the trick. I go through removing clothes and wringing them out, laying them out to dry while working on different pieces. When I’m finished with my briefs, I towel dry and then throw my clothes back on.

  I completely lost track of time, so I can’t believe I’ve been in here for over twenty minutes when I check my phone. Shit. I quickly tie up my boots and adjust my hat.

  That’s when I hear it, commotion coming from next door.

  It sounds like a male and female voice. I assume the couple may be getting it on and roll my eyes in envy. Then I’m suddenly hit by a proverbial Mack truck.

  It’s the women’s bathroom right next to this one. Panic floods my chest, and I quickly tie up my boots.

  Cameron’s in the women’s restroom.

  Cameron

  The door slams shut behind me, making me jump. Pull it together, Cam.

  These bathrooms really need better lighting. It’s eerie and dim, and there’s graffiti all over the wall. Whatever. It can’t be worse than inside an old train car. I lean up against the wall for a minute, still feeling Jaxon’s body all over me. He’s a really good kisser. I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but in my opinion, he’s fantastic.

  The electricity between us is tangible. If someone were to come close enough, they’d feel the current running between us.

  One foot in front of the other, I make my way to the sink, leaning over it to throw some water on my face to relax. I refuse to obsess over what comes next. I lift my shirt over my head and twist it to remove the water. I look in the mirror, cursing the red bra I’m wearing, and that’s when I see a man staring at me from behind.

  He’s tall and tan, a bit on the skinny side, and he doesn’t look healthy. He has tattoos on both arms and a scar cutting through his eyebrow. His eyes are menacing, and my stomach dips in fear as I realize I walked into the bathroom at the worst possible time.

  Before I can turn and run, he rushes me from behind and covers my mouth with his filthy hands. He has a knife pressed to my back. It’s not enough to cut skin, but it is enough to keep me from trying to wiggle away and risk being cut.

  He threatens, “Scream, and I’ll cut you, bitch.”

  How did I not know this guy was in here? Was he hiding in one of the stalls?

  With pleading eyes, I try to reason with him from under his hand. At this point, I’ll offer up everything I own, so he’ll just leave me alone. A maniacal grin spreads across his face, and I think this is it. I survived all these years being violently beaten by one man just to be killed by another. He presses his groin into my ass, and I freeze when I feel his hardness between us.

  The knife presses tighter against my skin as I think, he’s getting off on this. My eyes fill with tears.

  Please no, not like this.

  He keeps his voice around a loud whisper. “You’ve got quite the ass on you.” He squeezes it, and I let out another whimper. Then he brings his hand to my chin. “And such a pretty face.” He caresses my face while staring at my exposed chest through the mirror. He licks my cheek, and I feel bile rising like acid in my throat.

  Suddenly, anger fills the pit of my stomach. Never again. I won’t stand here and take it from anyone. I’m not a child anymore. Although this devil may be much stronger than me, I’d rather die fighting than allow him to have me this easily.

  Searching every crevice of my being, I take whatever bravery I can collect and just go for it. As he lifts his face, I slam my head back as hard as I can, catching him off guard. I hear a small crack, and he stumbles back towards the door.

  Gotcha, you sick, twisted, piece of shit.

  Dropping the knife and reaching for his nose, he sneers, “You bitch!”

  “Get away from me!” I choke out as loud as my shock will allow.

  Before I know it, he grabs me by the arms and throws me to the floor. I attempt to scream again, but he’s fast. His whole body’s sitting on top of me as he puts his hand over my mouth again.

  He leans down and whispers, ”At first, I was just gonna fuck you. But now I’m gonna kill you, too.”

  He slaps my face, my head jerking to the side from the impact, and I see needles and a syringe on the floor of the stall. I scream, but his hand muffles the sound. Ripping my bra down, he exposes my breast, squeezing so hard his nails dig into my skin. I bite down on the hand covering my mouth and feel my teeth break through the skin.

  “Ahh, shit!” he screams. Pulling back, he shakes off his hand and slaps me again, harder this time.

  As he shifts on top of me, I feel dizzy, and his leg inadvertently frees one of my arms for a second.

  I take advantage, punching him on the side of his head. He tumbles over and slams into the door of the stall. I attempt to get up and run, but he kicks me in the thigh before I can get away, bringing me back down to the floor. He climbs on top of me again and flips me over to face him. Just as I accept defeat and pray he just kills me fast, the door flies open.

  Jaxon stands there and takes in the view. His eyes widen and fill with rage. The next thing I know, my assailant is thrown off me, and all hell breaks loose.

  Eighteen

  Jaxon

  I push the door open so hard it slams into the wall, and what I didn’t realize is my worst nightmare is playing out right in front of me. My eyes widen at Cameron, topless, and lying on the floor with some guy on top of her. My mind goes blank with rage, and the next thing I know, I tackle the dirtbag off my girl.

  Cam quickly crawls to the other end of the bathroom, looking for safety. The piece of shit tries to run away, but I’m faster. I grab his shirt by the back of his neck and launch him into the mirror above the sink.

  Glass shatters everywhere, and I lean over him and shower his face with punches while he sprawls across the sink. He gets one lucky hit in, and I stumble back slightly. He takes advantage and tackles me to the floor, then we roll around a couple times, throwing kicks and jabs. I get my leverage back and flip him over, my weight on top of him, rearranging his face with my fists.

  I hear Cam screaming in the background, warning me he has a knife, but I’m so fucking mad I tune it out.

  He gets a quick punch into my ribs, but I barely feel it. I’m seething. I lift his head with both my hands, gripping his collar, and send my forehead flying into his. He grunts in pain, but I don’t stop there. I lift his scrawny ass up and slam him against the wall, my hands squeezing his neck.

  “It’s not as fun going toe to toe with a fucking man your size, huh?!” I punch him in the face again. And again. I notice Cam from the corner of my eye coming closer, so I give her a shake of my head, telling her to stay right where she is. S
he backs away and waits.

  I elbow him in the face and bring my knee to his stomach. He huddles over and groans as I push him to the floor.

  While he’s curled on his side, I lock eyes with Cam and yell, “Find the knife!”

  When she spots it under the sink, she grabs it and holds it out for me. Her eyes plead with me silently. She probably thinks I’m gonna kill him, and I don’t blame her because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.

  With more force than I intend, I instruct, “Cover the knife in paper towels and call 911.”

  She hesitates for a moment before jumping into action. I watch as she grabs paper towels from the dispenser, and I move into the stall, finding the zip ties he most likely used as a tourniquet to shoot up. I hear Cam on the phone while I secure the asshole’s arms to the bottom of the stall.

  I hear him slur some words, and they’re hard to make out until I hear, “Fuck you and your bitch.” He spits some blood onto the floor, then looks back at me and says, “Although, I bet she would’ve been a great lay.” A twisted smile spreads across his face as he continues to taunt me. “I bet she’d be tight, too.”

  I’ve had about enough of him.

  Bending down on one knee, I grab his collar again, lifting his head. His bloody face looks more like roadkill, one eye already sealed shut and bruised.

  “You sick fuck.” I pull him closer to me and lower my voice. “If my girl wasn’t here right now, I’d snap your fucking neck.” I squeeze my hand around his throat, not releasing him until the visible parts of his face turn a shade of purple. He chokes out more obscenities, so I cock-back my fist. “Lights out, motherfucker.”