The Jaxon Effect

by KC Michaels

  Jaxon who had just walked in and heard the conversation slipped back out the door quietly unnoticed.

  “Hey Kate, someone is on the phone for you.”

  Who would be calling her at her parent’s house Kate wondered? Maybe it was Jason. After all, she had left this number in case of emergency. She hoped everything was okay.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello Kate.”

  The sound of his voice sent shivers down Kate's spine. It was Kenny. “How did you get this number?”

  “You can't hide from me, Kate. It took some convincing but a really nice lady at the hospital told me where I could find you.”

  Kate froze and she immediately became overwhelmed with panic.

  “You have been a naughty girl, Kate. Trying to hide from me. I think the next time I see you I will have to punish you for that. Maybe a spanking or two.”

  Kate could feel bile rise to her throat. She swallowed hard.

  “You are a monster and a sick deranged lunatic and the police will find you. Don’t ever call here again.”

  Kate slammed the receiver down. She was paralyzed with fear. He knew where she was. Everyone could be in danger; her sister, her parents and Jaxon.

  “Kate, are you okay?”

  She didn’t answer and her panic attack only grew worse. Kelsey stood nose to nose with her. “Come on Kit-Kat, relax.” It was a name she called her when they were kids. “You have to slow your breathing.” She held her sister firmly by the shoulders and tried to gently shake her. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”

  There was still no response from Kate as she continued to hyperventilate and clutch at her chest. Failing at her attempt to reach Kate psychologically to calm her down, Kelsey ran outside.

  “Jaxon come quick!" It’s Kate.”

  Jaxon found Kate with her back against the wall. She was still clutching at her chest and hyperventilating. Every part of her body was shaking

  “Kate what happened?” Jaxon asked her in a soothing voice as he pulled her into his arms.

  “He called,” she managed to say, in between shakes. “Kenny found me here.”

  “It’s going to be okay, baby. The police are going to find him but, until they do I promise he won’t hurt you. I promise I will keep you safe.”

  Her voice was laced with panic. “Jade! I have to call Jade and make sure she's okay.”

  “Don't worry, Kate,” Jaxon assured her. “Royce is already on the phone with Maxwell.”

  Kate spotted Royce through the door’s window where he was pacing back and forth outside, talking into his phone. He hung up and came inside.

  “Everything is fine,” he said. “It's been quiet over there. Jade is okay, so there’s no reason to worry.”

  Kate let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God.”

  “Come on,” Jaxon commanded.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Upstairs, I hear a car. I think your parents are back. I assume you don’t want to have to explain to them why you look like you have been crying.”

  Kate hadn't even realized her parents had gone out. In fact, she hadn’t really considered them at all with the crazy morning it had been. She had had a lot on her mind since she woke up. Replaying the events of the night before and, of course, wondering where Jaxon had disappeared to. First the recording and now this. It wasn't even lunch time yet.

  Jaxon spoke to Royce. “Make sure you check things outside and keep an eye on the family.”

  “Got it.” Royce responded in a professional sharp tone.

  Jaxon brought Kate to the bedroom and guided her to the bed, forcing her to sit. He climbed behind her and sat at her back swinging his legs around to her sides, so that her entire body was cradled snugly between his, and he began to massage her shoulders gently.

  “Hey, things are going to be okay Kate, I promise.” She was so vulnerable and it touched him deeply.

  He could feel her fear dissolve with every flex of his hand on her shoulders. Her hair was in a ponytail so her slender sexy neck was completely exposed to him. He was beginning to get hard for her. He had no business allowing himself to become turned on right now. She had just gone through two traumatic experiences and all he wanted to do was get into her panties. Then he quickly realized he wasn’t the only one that was becoming affected by their current position.

  Kate picked up the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was topless, except for her pretty lacy black bra. He loved that colour on her. He took a moment to admire her sexy back before he began to trail small kisses from the base of her neck to the top of her bra strap. He used two fingers to unclasp her bra strap while he removed his own shirt with his other hand. He desperately wanted to feel flesh on flesh. He pressed his bare chest into her back while he reached around a cupped a handful of her sweet sexy breast flesh. He could feel her nipples harden under his touch. He took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them both gently. She was so responsive to him.

  “Do you like when I touch you like that Kate?” Her hardened nipples told him she did but he wanted to hear her confirm it for him.

  She turned her body around just enough so she was facing him head on. She wanted to give him something for always seeming to be there for her when she needed him the most. “I will be right back.”

  She made her way across the room toward the white dresser against the wall. Her back was to him as she opened a drawer. He had no idea what she was doing but he was definitely intrigued.

  “Turn around, face the wall,” she ordered him.

  He complied and the next thing he heard was the bathroom door close.

  It seemed like an eternity as he waited for her to return.

  “You can look now.”

  Damn, she was sexier than he had ever seen her look before. She had pulled her hair out of the tie and it cascaded around her shoulders, barely covering her naked breasts. The smallest hint of her flesh was peeking through. She was going to destroy him, he knew it. She was wearing tiny black lace underwear which he had no doubt, if she turned around, would be a thong. God he hoped it was a thong. She was also wearing black thigh high stockings, secured with delicate black lace garters. He couldn’t wait to pull those stockings off and tie them around her wrists. But that wasn't what really made him appreciate her outfit. No, it was the sexy black heels she was wearing and the deep red lipstick on her lips.

  Her lips were tantalizingly full, the most kissable lips he had ever the pleasure to see. It was then that he really comprehended that she was so much more than he ever realized before. Normally that harlot red lipstick looked cheap on women and he had always appreciated the fact that her makeup was never too heavy. But when Kate wore that stuff it was like his world had turned inside out. He was also grateful that she didn’t share this look in public. One look at her full red lips and men would be falling at her feet.

  Kate stood in front of Jaxon with her hands on her hips and her feet spread apart. “So, she purred, “You like?”

  “Oh baby, I love it,” he responded without hesitation. “Black is your colour too.”

  “Good answer,” she informed him gifting a little turn in response which gave him a sexy view of her bare bottom. She realized it wasn’t the colours he appreciated as much as it was the ensemble itself. Jaxon loved sexy undergarments. It was good information to file away for future use.

  He slid forward toward the edge of the bed to get closer to her and Kate put her hand on his chest. “Oh no you don’t,” she reprimanded with a sexy smile. “This is my show.”

  “Whatever you say babe.” He loved seeing this side of her. He wondered what in the hell he had ever done to deserve this… this gift, this angel that was standing before him, eager to please. He admired her new found fierceness and waited with anticipation as she moved forward and bent her knees to a squatting position. She was eye level with the bulge in his pants. He wanted, more than anything, to feel those sexy red lips on him. The thought made him wince
as his erection dug into the zipper of his pants.

  “Remove your pants,” she beckoned.

  Jaxon didn’t need to be told twice. “Your wish is my command,” he vowed as he did what she had asked. She purred like a kitten because again he was commando and so ready for her. Kate clasped her hand around his shaft and gave it a tight squeeze, the same degree of pressure she saw him grab himself with that day in the bathroom mirror at his house. He shuddered in ecstasy. She lowered her head and brought him into her mouth.

  “Oh God yes,” he breathed. He surged forward lightly and then pull back. Forward and back forward and back, as if he were making love to her mouth. She found his rhythm and met him stroke for stroke.

  “Kate you have to stop. I can’t take it. Between that outfit and that mouth of yours, I’m going to come." Kate retreated. Her eyes were slumberous, evidence of her own arousal. He could see the desire in her eyes through her luxuriously thick lashes. He could feel her body humming beneath her skin. He grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up on top of him. He reached between them and pulled at her black lace panties. If he hadn’t wanted to see more of those panties in the future, he would have ripped them off her.

  Fuck it. He would take her shopping to buy her all the lace panties in the store, if she wanted them. He would do anything for her. He tugged at the fabric and tore them off. He placed two fingers inside her to feel her heat. He surged them forward and she let out a melodic groan that turned him inside out.

  “No. Don't stop!” she cried as he was flipping her on her back.

  “Don't worry baby I’m not going to stop.” Jaxon tugged on her garters. He kicked off her shoes with his feet and pulled off the silk stockings.

  “Hands above your head.” She did it without question. She would do anything he asked. He wrapped the silk fabric around her wrists and tied them together so she couldn't move. He took the end of the other stocking and he tied her feet together.

  “I'll be right back,” he said.

  “What? You are going to leave me like this?”

  “Just for a minute, baby, I promise,” Jaxon said as he pulled on his pants and shirt.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Just trust me.” He scooted out the door.

  She didn’t know how long she could wait. Luckily she didn’t have to wait too long. Moments later, he was back with a spoon and the tub of Blueberry ice cream in his hand.

  “What is that for?” She attempted to sit up, the restraints making it difficult. “You are suddenly in the mood for ice cream?”

  “Oh yes baby. Ice cream a la Kate.”

  It took her no time at all to realize what his intentions were. He forced her back down on the bed so her back was flat on the mattress and he scooped the first bit of ice cream out of the tub and plopped it on her breast. The cold burn felt sensational on her already extremely sensitive nipple. He did the same to the other nipple, causing her to gasp from the sensation of it all.

  Putting the ice cream aside, he climbed up her body to feast on the nipple sundae he had prepared himself. He swirled his tongue over her overly hard nipples. He took them into his mouth, as if they were the cherries atop the sundae, and sucked at them relentlessly. He cleaned off all the ice cream and then lapped up what had melted and ran down the sides of her swollen breast. It was all very unexpected and erotic, she become so needy for him that she forgot he had tied her wrists and ankles together. She tried to spread her legs but the bindings prohibited her from doing so. The heat that was building between them was causing such a burn that she craved relief. Being unable to move her legs apart was far too intense. Jaxon was hovering over her with a new scoop of ice cream this time he dropped it in her navel. The sensation caused her to shudder. She was so hot, burning from the inside out that the hard ice cream became liquid almost immediately.

  “Pease Jaxon, I can't take it.”

  “I know baby. I will give it to you. But not yet.”

  “Why? Why do I have to wait?”

  “Because I want to drive you crazy. I want your orgasm to be as intense as it can possibly be, so I’m stimulating your senses first.”

  She couldn't argue with him because she suddenly felt that cold ice cream on her clit and she cried out a spontaneous throaty sound in response. She tried to lift herself off the bed, searching for something hard to meet her. But there was nothing there, just an overwhelming feeling of need and the cold sensation of the melting ice cream.

  “That’s it baby. Tell me what you need.”

  “I need you Jaxon.”

  “No,” he said. “Tell me what you need me to do with that ice cream.”

  “The same thing you did with the other ice cream,” she panted.

  “Which is what baby? Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you to put your mouth on me Jaxon.”

  “And then what?

  “Then I want you inside me,” she said in a barely audible voice. “Nowwwww!!!!!”

  He gave her what she wanted, using his tongue to remove the melted ice cream. She nearly came undone; she squirmed in desperation as she felt his hot tongue on her center. In an equal act of desperation he removed the stockings that were tied around her wrists and her ankles, and then he slammed into her – hard. She could hear his breathing become more rapid and labored as he picked up the tempo. She was going to explode, but she did her best to hold off. She wanted to feel him inside her a bit longer. But she couldn’t hold on and she shouted his name as she spiralled into oblivion. Almost instantly he joined her, spouting a verbal assault on the Lord’s name. They both were shattered and spent from the intensity.

  After a few moments of respite—so they could catch their breath—Jaxon left the bed and quickly returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth.

  “Thanks,” Kate held out her hand to take the cloth from him.

  “No, let me,” he insisted and he wiped away all traces of what they had done. Afterwards, he kissed her navel and placed the cloth on the night stand, then climbed back into bed beside her.

  Kate looked at the clock. Shit! Her dad's party was in a few hours and, although her mom had hired a caterer, Kate wanted to make sure there wasn't anything else she may have needed help with.

  As though he knew exactly what she must be thinking, Jaxon pulled her close and said, “Just five minutes. Can we have five minutes?”

  “You can have forever,” she said, before she was able to stop herself.

  She wanted to groan. Why did she always have to ruin things? Sometimes she lacked a filter between her brain and her mouth, immediately saying out loud what she was thinking. Although, in her own defence, Jaxon had obliterated any semblance of intelligence from her mind and she wasn't completely back to reasonable coherent thoughts yet. She waited for him to pull away from her. She waited but it never happened. Instead, she felt him pull her a little tighter against him while he took her hand to his mouth and kissed it sweetly. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't control the grin that spread across her face. He didn't come out and say it wasn't forever but the fact that he didn't dispute it either spoke volumes. Maybe they had a fighting chance after all. At least that was what she hoped.

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  CHAPTER 24

  The party was in full swing and Kate smiled as she appreciated a clear view of Jaxon from across the yard. He appeared to be in a deep conversation with her dad and a few of his old work buddies. Likely a conversation she would have no interest in.

  “Something I just can't understand.”

  “Oh hey mom, what can't you understand?”

  “How men can talk about baseball for hours and never get tired of it.”

  “I know what you mean,” Kate said laughing.

  She could tell by the way her mother was now looking at her, a cross between curiosity and contemplation, what was coming next.

  “I don’t remember the last time I have seen you this happy. This thing between you and Jaxon… it's pretty serious.�
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  Kate sighed. “Mom I—”

  “That wasn't a question, but more of an observation,” her mother cut in. “Don't worry Kate, I’m not picking out my mother-of-the-bride dress yet but I see the way you look at him. I see how he looks at you."

  Kate glanced back in Jaxon's direction and he was in fact watching her. He gave her a tender smile before he focused back on the conversation with the men. She could feel the colour creep into her cheeks. He had such an effect on her, even after everything they did earlier that day. The slightest of smiles from him had her flustered. Even with his faded jeans and over worn Yankees t-shirt, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, not much different than every other man at the party, his sex appeal called to her. The same way it did when they were at his club amongst all the other men. He was in a class of his own.

  “You never looked at Eldon like that. Maybe I can see now why you left and never married him. You didn’t love him.”

  Kate's heart skipped a beat. Her mother’s words forced her to look away from Jaxon. Her mom had no idea what really happened and she was now even more grateful she never told her that she thought Kelsey had slept with Eldon that day—especially since it wasn’t true.

  “That wedding would have been a mistake. In fact I never wanted you to marry that boy,” her mother confessed. “There was something about him I didn't like. I still don't like him."

  “Yes, well that makes two of us.” Kate said, surprised by her mother’s admission. She had no idea her mother felt that way. “But you like Jaxon, don’t you?”

  “Well I don't see how that matters because I just want you to be happy, Kate. I never told you that I didn't approve of Eldon and you figured out that he wasn't right for you, without my help. You are a smart woman and I know you will make the right choice. But yes, I do like him. Your father and I both do.”

  Kate looked on as her dad slapped Jaxon on the back, as if he had said something brilliant. In fact, it almost looked like her dad was beaming with a little bit of pride. Her father had a man crush on her boyfriend. Somehow though, boyfriend didn't seem to cut it. He felt like so much more.