Obligation

by Charlotte Byrd

  “The long view is all there is,” he whispers. “And the night’s still young.”

  I bury my hands in his hair and pull his head up to mine. I have to taste him. I have to touch his tongue with mine. When our lips meet, shivers spread through my body. His tongue feels rough and strong. He grabs my face and kisses me more passionately with each breath. It is no longer gentle or sweet. Now, he is kissing me as if he were trying to prove something. In this kiss, there is longing and hope. He devours me, and I devour him.

  Suddenly, he pulls away. I am just about to say something, but he puts his index finger to his lips and pulls down both straps of my shirt. He lets them dangle there for a moment. Then he leans down and exposes my breast and places it carefully in his mouth. Again, he is gentle at first, carefully licking me and playing with them. My knees go weak. But Jax’s kisses only intensify. He grabs my other breast, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

  I’m getting wetter and wetter. My hands feel rushed, shaking in anticipation, but he pushes them away. He doesn’t give in. Instead, he lifts my top over my head and lets my breasts bounce into his mouth. Carefully, he wraps his mouth around me, taking almost all of it inside. I run my fingers through his luscious hair and try to pull up his head to face me. But he doesn’t give in. He continues to suck on my nipples, spreading his time evenly between both breasts.

  He pushes aside my panties, smiling at how soaking wet they are and spreads me open. He runs his fingers over my pussy, not going inside. He continues to tease me, giving me little butterfly kisses from my navel to my thighs and yet avoiding the one area that I want to feel his lips.

  I lean back on the bed, enjoying the moment, and craving what would come next.

  As if he were reading my mind, he grabs the side of my panties with his teeth and starts tugging at them. I wiggle my body to help them along, enjoying the ferociousness of his actions.

  I can see that his games are trying for both of us. I finally reach down and grab his large erect cock. It pulsates and throbs in my hand. Two can play at this game.

  I run my fingers over him, accentuating every line and curve. His eyes roll to the back of his head for a moment. Then he comes back. I try to grab him again; I want to put him in my mouth, but he doesn’t let me.

  Instead, he pushes my legs and opens me up. His fingers go deep inside of me, and his tongue makes swirls over and over until I scream his name. He licks hard and then goes deep in large concentric circles that condense into smaller ones. His fingers dig deep inside and dance to a silent melody that only he can hear.

  My hips start to move up and down uncontrollably. I am getting close. A moment later, my legs grow numb, my toes dig into the bed, and a warm, soothing sensation spreads throughout my body. A waterfall of pleasure covers me from head to toe.

  Chapter 26 - Jax

  When she arrives…

  Sophia is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I don’t know who those idiots were that fell asleep immediately after having sex with her, but all I want to do is stay up and worship her all night. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to be with her. It is almost five o’clock when we finally fall asleep in each other’s arms after a long night of lovemaking. I thought I was in shape, but my whole body is sore all over.

  The following morning, I wake up and notice that it’s almost noon. Sophia is nowhere to be found, but comes back after I get dressed.

  “I made you some breakfast,” she says, carrying a tray with waffles, pancakes, and fresh fruit. “I would’ve loved to go out and gotten some bagels and some store bought coffee, but this will have to do.”

  I wobble to her and kiss her on the mouth.

  “Okay, okay.” She quiets me down. “Let’s at least have breakfast first.”

  I sit down on the bed next to her. Man, am I hungry. I grab the top waffle and shove it in my mouth.

  “Last night was amazing,” I say. “I had an awesome time.”

  “Me, too,” she says with a wide smile. She is freshly showered and smells of lavender and honey. Her hair glistens in the sunlight.

  “What do you want to do today?” she asks.

  “You mean besides spend the whole day with you in bed?”

  “Yes, besides that.” She chuckles.

  “I want to go outside. See the horses. Say hi to Sebastian,” I say without a moment’s hesitation.

  The expression on her face changes immediately.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Nothing, don’t worry. I’m not going to ride him.”

  “I hope not,” she says. But the gravity does not vanish from her face.

  I put my arm around her. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. You just scared me,” she says.

  I don’t understand. Then it hits me. “Just by mentioning the horses?”

  She nods.

  “It’s going to be okay. It was just an accident. Sebastian’s a good horse. He’s sweet, you’ll see. And the others. Well, they haven’t done anything at all.”

  Sophia shakes her head. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “I know. And it won’t.” I kiss her on the top of her head.

  “You promise?” She looks up at me with those big wide brown eyes. They are impossible to say no to.

  “Yes, I promise,” I say.

  * * *

  ***

  * * *

  Sophia and I get ready to go out and see the horses. After interrupting her in her process of getting dressed and pulling her back into bed, we finally get it together enough to exit the bedroom.

  “Mr. Grayson?” Mr. Whitewater says, standing right outside the door.

  “Oh my God, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Sophia jumps back into me.

  “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Mr. Whitewater apologizes. “But there’s a woman downstairs who’s asking for you. Are you expecting anyone, Mr. Grayson?”

  I shrug, shaking my head. “Sophia?”

  She shakes her head no.

  Mr. Whitewater explains. “The woman downstairs is claiming to be your mother.”

  “Mom? Mom?” Sophia rushes past him and runs down the stairs. “Mom?”

  From the top of the stairs, I see a woman dressed in a blue suit and a matching wide-brimmed hat standing in the foyer.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?” Sophia asks. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, of course!” Sophia’s mom hugs her. She then gives her a peck on each cheek, careful not to smudge her makeup.

  “Jax, this is my mom,” Sophia says without actually giving me a name. “Mom, this is Jax.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cole.” I shake her hand. Her hand is warm and firm, and her whole way of occupying the room reminds me of one of my favorite aunts.

  “Oh, please call me Danielle.”

  “Danielle,” I repeat the name to burn it into my memory. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you. Sophia, why didn’t you tell me that your mother looks like she could be your sister?”

  Both Sophia and Danielle blush. Women always do when I say something like that to them. The only difference in this statement is that I actually mean it. Danielle looks so young and full of life that an unsuspecting stranger could actually confuse her for Sophia’s sister.

  “What a beautiful home you have here Jax.” Danielle walks around the foyer. She carries herself with a familiar strength and confidence that reminds me of my mother and sister, but the likes of which I’ve rarely seen in strangers entering the house.

  “This vase, it’s absolutely marvelous!” Danielle points to one of my mother’s favorite vases standing tall on a side table. Its history stems back all the way to the seventeenth century.

  “You’ve got an excellent eye, Danielle,” I say. “It used to belong to my great-great-great-grandmother who came from Virginia.”

  Suddenly, I notice the strange expression on Sophia’s face.

  “Mom? What are you tal
king about?” she whispers.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask. Danielle walks to the other side of the room where I doubt she can hear us.

  “I don’t know who this woman is,” Sophia whispers to me.

  “What are you talking about? Isn’t this your mom?”

  “Yes, of course! But it’s also not her. I don’t know. I don’t know why she’s dressed like that. Or how she knows about seventeenth century vases.”

  “I know about seventeenth century vases because I watch a healthy amount of Antiques Roadshow,” Danielle says. She either has excellent hearing or must not have been far enough away to be out of our earshot. Sophia blushes.

  “Mom? Can I talk to you, in private?” Sophia asks.

  “No, Sophia. That would be rude.” Danielle waves her hand in a casual manner that I’ve often seen my mother and her rich girlfriends do to their servants.

  I feel the tension between them building, at least on Sophia’s side, and step in to broker peace.

  “Ms. Cole, I mean, Danielle, would you like to join us for lunch? My sister’s visiting us as well, and I know she’d love to meet you.”

  Danielle quickly agrees, and I excuse myself to make arrangements.

  Chapter 27 - Jax

  After we have lunch…

  An hour later, we all sit down for lunch – Sophia, Danielle, O, and I. This was not the way that I’d planned the day to go. The last thing I want to do is spend more time with O, who still hasn’t apologized for her rude behavior. And who I have yet to forgive. But the presence of Sophia’s mother at lunch is quite interesting. I’ve never met this woman, whose life I saved, or rather my money has saved, and a big part of me is eager to get to know her more.

  Danielle makes herself comfortable at the head of the table and talks almost non-stop about how well she’s doing and about her new fiancé.

  “Luke and I have been practically living together for these last two months,” she says with an exuberant flair that reminds me of O.

  “Luke?” Sophia asks.

  “Yes, Luke. Remember, I told you about him?”

  “Yes, you told me that you were seeing a guy named Luke, but you haven’t really mentioned him for a month.”

  Sophia is steaming. Anger is bubbling up from some dark place within her.

  “Tell me more about Luke, Danielle. What’s he like?” O pipes in. She can’t help herself, can she? What I can’t figure out is why is she doing this? Is she doing this because she hates Sophia? Or just for fun? And what reason can she possibly have to hate Sophia?

  “Oh, my darling, Opal. Luke is fabulous! He’s Swiss, and he lives in France. He’s got plenty of money, and he wants me to move to France with him as soon as possible after the wedding.”

  “What are you talking about, Mom?” Sophia’s face grows pale. “You’ve just met him! And now you’re moving to France?”

  “Sophia, I know that this seems sudden. But Luke and I are in love. I know that I might seem a bit different to you—“

  “A bit different?” Sophia gasps. “It’s like you morphed into some rich, stuck up princess overnight.”

  “Now, there’s no need to be rude.”

  “Yes, yes, there is, mother,” Sophia says. She uses the word mother in a derogatory way, the way preteen girls on television usually say it. “It’s like you’ve lost your mind or something!”

  Danielle shakes her head and looks away.

  “So how did you meet your Luke?” O asks. At this moment, I’m thankful that O is here with us. The tension between Sophia and her mom is growing, and I’m pretty certain that it will result in an explosion. The only thing I’m not sure about is whether I can stop it.

  “Online. We met up in downtown LA and have been inseparable since.”

  Sophia shakes her head. She’s about to say something, but I put my hand on her knee to stop her.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s going to be okay.”

  Somehow, we make it through the rest of lunch. I manage to calm Sophia down and give space for O to connect with Danielle. By the end of lunch, they seem inseparable. They are laughing at each other’s corny jokes. I’ve never seen O act this way with anyone else except for her close friends and never our own mother. It’s as if Danielle is the mother that O never had.

  * * *

  ***

  * * *

  “I don’t know who that person is in there,” Sophia says to me when we are finally alone in my bedroom. O is showing Danielle around the gardens, and I sneak away with Sophia. It gives her some breathing room.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “That woman is not my mother,” Sophia says, sitting down on the bed. She buries her hands in her hair. I try to rub the back of her neck, but she pushes me away.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I say. “She seems perfectly lovely.”

  “You don’t fuckin’ get it, do you, Jax? She’s not my mother. She looks like her and sounds like her, but it’s not her.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I don’t know what this Luke wants, but he wants something.”

  “What could he want?”

  “Something. Why else would he be with her?”

  That hurts my feelings. She doesn’t even know what she’s saying, but her words cut deep.

  “I don’t want anything. And I’m with you,” I say and turn away from her.

  “That’s not what I meant,” she whispers. She approaches me and wraps her hands around my shoulders, but this time it is me who brushes her away.

  “You think that I want something from you?” I ask. Looking far into the horizon, I see Danielle and O laughing by the rose bushes.

  “No, that’s not what I meant. But then again…”

  She lets her words trail off. I wait for her to explain. Finally, she does.

  “But then again, I am here because you requested my presence here.”

  “Do you want to leave?”

  “No, not anymore. But I did originally come here to pay off a debt.”

  “Fuck you, Sophia. Everything I did for you and your mom was because I wanted to. I asked you to come. I asked you. I didn’t demand you to. You could’ve come or not. And you can leave at any time.”

  I turn around to walk toward the door. She catches up with me.

  “Jax, please. I’m sorry.”

  But I’m not in the mood to forgive.

  “You can go anytime,” I say and head for the door. Before I get there, she stops me. She forces me to turn around. I didn’t know that she was so strong. She pushes herself up to my lips and presses hers onto mine.

  Something comes over me. I’m mad at her; I don’t want to kiss her. But I do. I get erect as she rubs it, and she unbuckles my jeans and lets them fall to the floor. We kiss as if the world is going to end in a minute and rip our clothes off with the same ferocity.

  I want her.

  I need her.

  She wants me.

  She has to have me.

  My shirt falls to the floor. Her shirt lands on top. I undo her bra and grab her breasts with my hands. She moans from pleasure. I rip off her panties and step out of my briefs.

  She buries her fingers in my hair and kisses the back of my neck. She lets her hands slide down my washboard abs and squeezes me. I wince from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

  With one quick motion, I toss her on the bed and spread open her legs. Within another second, I’m in her again. I pull in and out, and pleasure builds within my thighs.

  “Oh, Jax,” she moans as I pull gently on her hair. Her moans get louder and more powerful. I’m getting closer, too.

  A few more thrusts and I collapse on top of her. Satisfied. From the smile on her face, I know she is, too.

  “Thank you,” she says.

  “No, thank you.”

  Chapter 28 - Jax

  After there’s a stalemate…

  After sex, I try not to talk about her mother anymore, but that’s the only thing t
hat is on Sophia’s mind.

  “I just don’t know why she’s acting like this. Why she’s dressed like that? Why she’s hanging out with Opal? Do you think she’s having some sort of mental breakdown?” she rants.

  I’m only half listening. I’m sleepy and tired, and all I want to do is turn over and go to sleep. But I nod along and try to be supportive. I don’t know much about women, but what I do know is that they want their men to be supportive. And being supportive means listening along to their rants and nodding in agreement.

  “So?” Sophia stops talking. I open my eyes and look around the room. She’s already fully dressed in the same thing she was wearing only an hour ago.

  “So what?” I ask.

  “What do you think?”

  “I don’t know, Sophia.” I shrug. I already told her what I thought, and she didn’t want to hear it.

  “I really want to know.”

  “I already told you what I thought,” I say. I’m trying to avoid actually saying the words, but all signs are pointing to the fact that this might be inevitable.

  “I want to hear it again. If it’s still what you think,” she says cautiously. She’s no longer ranting. If I do this, I’m going to have to proceed with caution.

  “I don’t know your mother, Sophia, but the woman I met today seemed fine to me. She seemed happy. Maybe she seems so different to you because she’s actually happy for once. She’s no longer worried about her cancer or dying. Maybe she’s just trying to live her life to the fullest.”

  Sophia doesn’t say anything. I wait for her to process what I’ve said. Her face remains expressionless, and, after a while, I start to get worried that this was the wrong way to proceed. She’s not getting this. She’s not in agreement, and we’re going to get into another big fight. But then she surprises me.