“This is not about that, Kayla; this is not about sex, I swear. You think I want this? I don’t!” he screamed. Then looked down at her, his hands cradling her face. “Yet, I want it so badly I would beg for it. I want you so much that I would do anything if you would just give me a chance.”
Kayla couldn’t believe she wanted what he was saying to be the truth, but she did. His hands on her skin were warm, and she wanted to lean into them. “Why? Tell me why you want me then?”
“Because you are you, Kayla Monroe. Because you make me laugh, and I make you laugh too. Because you get me in a way that no one ever has and are not afraid to call me out when I do something wrong. Because of how you make me feel inside.” He stepped closer so their bodies were touching. “Because it feels right with you. Because for the last two days you’ve been out of my life, I have been a complete mess. You make me sane, Kayla. You anchor me to the reality of life,” he finished.
She stared at him, wanting so much to believe him, yet unable to forget what trusting him had done to her the last time.
“I swear this is more than just physical, Kayla, and I am ready to prove it to you. Three months. Give me three months to convince you that I can be the man you want me to be. Three months with you, no strings attached.”
“What do you mean?” she whispered, desperately hanging on to that thread of hope.
“I’m saying three months of dating without sex to show you that it is you I want. And I’ll take anything you are willing to give me.”
“You think you can do that, Jaxon?” she asked, staring up at him.
“If you asked me that maybe two weeks ago, I would have said no. But now? Now I know that I love you. So yeah, I’ll do anything to show you that.”
“You love me?”
“With every fiber of my being, I love you, Kayla Monroe,” he stated earnestly, and Kayla could see the honesty in his eyes.
Smiling a little, she folded her hands. “What if I don’t love you back?” she asked him, taking a step back and watching as he followed after her.
“Babe, you wear your heart on your sleeve for the world to see. It’s cute, and it also means I know that you love me. ‘It isn’t love if it doesn’t hurt,’” he quoted a lyric to one song on her new album.
“You listened to it already?” she asked, smiling widely now.
“Already had it pre-ordered. Listened to it the whole plane ride over.” He shrugged as he followed her deeper into the apartment. “And I swear, Kayla, it will never hurt again. I’ll never hurt you like that again.”
“You better not, because next time, I’ll just blow your brains out and do the time.”
“Don’t worry. There won’t be a next time.” He succeeded in backing her against a wall.
“Good,” she said, smiling up at him with her hands splayed across his chest. “I love you, Jaxon Brady.”
His reply was a kiss that was just as eloquent as the words he spoke earlier. When he finally let her come up for air, he found her laughing quietly.
“What’s making you so happy?” he asked.
“Nothing. Three months, right?” she asked, ducking under his head and running away laughing.
“Now, come on, Kayla. That was just supposed to be romantic.”
“So you didn’t mean it?”
“Of course I did.”
“There should be no problem then.”
He looked at her, trying to see if she was pulling his leg. Then he gave a wicked smile in return. “Well, I didn’t say anything about saying no, if you were to let’s say, beg me.”
“And why would I beg you?” she asked, smiling as he caught her around the waist.
“Judging from our track record, I think you will.”
“We’ll see then, won’t we?” she said, laughing at him.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said, walking out of the apartment and then coming back with a big, fluffy, white teddy bear. Kayla lifted a hand to her chin, then looked down guiltily at him.
“I dumped the other one in the trash as soon as we got back.”
“I figured as much,” he said, handing the toy to her as well as a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kayla.” He leaned down and kissed her sweetly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jaxon.” She seemed to look down, then up again in embarrassment. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“You already gave me the only gift I ever wanted,” he replied as he sat down on the couch, taking her with him so she fell onto his lap.
“Don’t worry, I promise you a much better present in three months’ time,” Kayla said as she sighed and leaned fully into him. Jaxon just smiled, realizing she finally trusted him to stay and still be with her when that time came.
Best Valentines gift ever.
Three months later
Kayla opened the door, then gasped as Jaxon covered her lips with his own, his hands slipping into her hair.
“It’s three months, Kayla,” he said, panting a bit. “And I can’t wait.”
She smiled at him. “Well, maybe for a few minutes more.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as she locked the door and led him into the apartment and to her bedroom.
“You remember that time in the bus when you made me beg before giving me my orgasm?” she asked, smiling coyly at him.
“Yes, I do. And I swear it won’t happen again,” he promised, chest heaving with anticipation as he lifted a hand to his shirt.
Kayla stopped the hand that was moving to unbutton his shirt and smiled at him. “Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. But it’s my turn now,” she said, placing her hand flat on his chest and pushing him until he fell to the bed, kneeling between his legs. “And when I am done with you, you’ll probably be begging me to kill you instead.”
“Yeah right,” Jaxon scoffed moments before his zipper came down and the hard length of his erection was in her hand. Three minutes later, he uttered his first please. Thirty minutes later, he was frantically begging her. Fifteen minutes after that, she had him cursing and begging at the same time. And when Kayla finally let him come, Jaxon thought he had died and gone to heaven. The angel straddling him was his proof of that.
16
Kayla opened one eye and reached across the bed with one hand, surprised when it came back empty. Mind travelling back to one morning when she had woken up alone in bed, she jolted awake and stared around her bedroom for the man who had kissed her tenderly just a few hours back as she fell asleep. Heart dropping, she was already looking for a note when her nose went up as she remembered what had woken her in the first place — the sound and smell of someone in her kitchen. Jumping down from the bed, she ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and splash water on her face. She was walking back into the room when Jaxon walked in carrying a tray in his hands.
Bare-chested and wearing just his jeans, Kayla felt her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of him. God, he was a dream.
“Hey,” he said with a small smile as he dropped the tray on the nightstand. “Was hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed."
Kayla chuckled. “The fact that you thought of bringing me breakfast in bed alone is surprising enough.”
He smiled. “I’ve watched enough chick flicks to know how this works. Besides, after last night, I know you’ll need to replenish your strength.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Leave it to a guy to find a way to pay himself a compliment.”
“Was actually paying you a compliment. Come on,” he urged her up as he got into bed with her. “Time to eat.”
Kayla looked up at him, a goofy smile on her face when she found him staring at her. She knew he was going to kiss her and was ready for it. She wasn’t ready for her reaction to it. It was like a velvet punch, hitting her in all the right place as his lips moved slowly over hers. Kayla sighed as she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back, falling willingly back on the bed as his hands curved around her waist. His tongue teased at her lips, an
d she eagerly opened to him, sucking on his tongue and offering him hers as her nipple brushed deliciously against his chest through the thin material of the T-shirt she had on. Kayla moaned into his mouth when one hand moved up to tease at a nipple through the shirt. Then she groaned as her hips rocked into his when she felt the thick weight of his erection against her thighs. She moaned, this time in protest, as he lifted his head and looked down at her with hooded eyes.
“Your coffee is getting cold,” he said in a gruff voice, and Kayla wanted to strangle him.
After she made him finish what he started first, of course. “Fuck coffee,” she grunted as she tried to reach for the clasp on his jeans. “Fuck me, Jaxon.”
“Come on, Kayla, I spent a lot of time and effort making you breakfast.” He urged her up until she sat with a pout.
“Can’t believe you’re turning sex down.”
He chuckled. “Hard to believe it myself. But I know you need to eat, especially since you barely touched your dinner last night. Besides, Abby’s coming over later.”
Kayla looked at him. “Sometimes I have no idea how to react when you’re being so sweet. But now, I'd like it more if you’d just bend me over and have your sweet way with me.” Her gaze turned flirty as she looked at him.
Jaxon shook his head. “Eat,” he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.
So he was surprised when instead of reaching for the tray, she grabbed her boobs and pushed them together seductively as she licked her lips in blatant invitation. God knows, it was almost impossible saying no to sex from her. But he needed her to eat, mostly because she had barely eaten anything at dinner the night before. Probably because she couldn’t wait to jump him after. Then he knew her schedule for the day was tight, and she may not get the chance to eat anything. He also knew Kayla and knew she would not think to get herself something. So she needed to eat. But if she kept looking at him like that, he may have no choice but to take her up on her offer. Hell, every part of him was okay with that. Except his heart . . .
“Kayla, if you don't stop that and start eating—”
“You'll what?” she shifted to her knees as she lowered her shoulders so he could get a glimpse inside her shirt at her breasts.
Jaxon stared at her, trying his best to look stern and maybe succeeding. “If you don't start eating right away, I’ll be forced to spank you.”
Kayla froze as she stared at him, remembering the last time he had spanked her. Remembering how . . . special his brand of spanking had turned out.
“You’ll spank me?” she asked as if she didn’t believe he would do it.
Jaxon nodded slowly, wondering why the hell he had gone to say something like that. And even more why the hell the idea had his cock going painfully hard in his jeans. But no backing down now.
“Yes, Kayla.” He moved closer to her. “That is what happens to naughty girls. And you’re being naughty right now.”
“Maybe, but I’m not a little girl.” She got right in his face. “Therefore, you can’t spank me.”
The food now forgotten, Jaxon lips curved in a small smile. “Trust me, hon, you don’t want to dare me on that.”
Kayla smiled right back at him. Then slowly, spelling out each word so he didn’t miss it and with a smile that made the words themselves repetitive, she replied to him, “I dare you.”
Jaxon stared at her, noting the shift in her breath and the look of anticipation in her eyes. God, she wanted this. And as he looked at her, he realized he wanted this too. The shift was fast, a pure feat of strength on his part and desire on hers. When they both settled, Jaxon was sitting with his back resting against the headboard of the bed and Kayla draped over his knees with her legs hanging over the bed.
He placed a hand over her shirt-covered ass, slowly kneading it as Kayla held her breath, wondering when the first blow was going to come. She held back a small sigh when she felt him pull her shirt up to reveal her thong-covered ass. The kiss of the morning cold was a sharp contrast with the heat of his hand. His hand left her ass, and she cringed as she waited for the first smack. Instead, it returned gently as he teased her pussy with one finger through her thong. A light caress that had her moaning was her legs fell open.
“You should have eaten the food, Kayla,” he whispered.
Her reply was stolen from her when he lifted his hand and spanked her hard. Kayla yelped in pain and surprise. Then she moaned when his hands swiftly caressed her ass, gently soothing the pain. She shook her head, pain and pleasure warring in her. Pleasure won when she felt the small hint of a finger slide her thong to the side and dip into the wetness slowly gathering between her legs. But before the feeling of pleasure could settle, Jaxon lifted his hand and spanked her again, not stopping at one this time, but going on. He alternated between her ass cheeks, his cock pushing into her belly as he watched her ass turn an even shade of red.
The sight was beautiful, the noise she was making maddening. He had to have her now, absolutely had to sate the hunger she had woken in him. But first, he needed to show her, make it good for her so she knew how great this could be. Because he very much intended to do this again. He lifted his hand and spanked her once more, angling his palm so it landed on her thighs, the shock reverberating up her legs and landing between them. The sound that came from her was a cross between a cry and a moan. Jaxon barely held back his own groan.
“You see what happens to naughty girls?”
Kayla nodded, afraid to speak. Even more afraid of what she would say if she spoke. She had begged him one too many times the night before. It was like he took a perverse pleasure in holding back her orgasm until that moment where making her come made her feel like she was standing at the end of the world.
“So do you promise to play nice?” he asked, lifting his hand and spanking her hard.
Kayla cried out, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. “Yes, I promise.”
“Hmmm.” Jaxon slid one hand between her legs, boldly slipping his fingers between her pussy lips and stroking, smiling when she barely held back a groan. “Why do I get the feeling you’re really enjoying this?”
“I’m not,” Kayla quickly replied, then moaned out loud as Jaxon added one more finger to the one already causing her so much pleasure.
“Then you won’t mind if I stop?” Jaxon slowly withdrew his fingers, spreading his palm on her ass and soothing the ache. “Do you want me to stop, Kayla?”
“No,” she responded, wondering when him massaging the place he had just spanked became almost as pleasurable as him sliding two fingers in her pussy and stroking.
“What do you want me to do then, baby?” he asked in a gravelly voice that pretty much said he already knew the answer. And if that wasn’t hint enough, the thick weight of his cock pushing into her belly both informed and aroused her. Maybe it was the spanking, or the easy way he held her down and delivered a punishment that was a confusing blend of pain and pleasure. Or maybe it was the way he spoke to her, each word said in a commanding tone she couldn’t ignore. Kayla was horny. Dripping wet and quivering thighs, her breath coming out in harsh whispers that threatened to undo her. She shouldn’t want this so badly after how many times he had made her scream the night before. Now she was thinking that if he didn’t start easing the ache between her legs, she was going to start screaming.
His hands went round and round, slowly massaging and making the ache feel sweet. “Tell me Kayla, what do you want?”
Losing all patience, Kayla replied to him in a loud and sure voice, “I want you to fuck me, Jaxon.”
She had barely finished speaking when he lifted and threw her on the bed, going after her immediately as he spread her legs and plunged his fingers into her pussy. Magic fingers that had her moaning in seconds as she spread her legs even wider and begged him not to stop.
“Fuck,” Jaxon exclaimed as he used two fingers to fuck her while his thumb drew lazy circles around her clit, which had her shuddering, her hips jerking upwards to meet his every strok
e. “Just when I think I’ve gotten enough, I get another whiff, and I can’t help myself.”
In response, she moaned, wrapping her hands around his, torn between urging him faster and begging for a little respite to get herself back. Respite she never got when he took her hands and placed them above her head.
“Leave that there, babe,” he ordered. “Just feel what I’m doing to you. Seeing you, the way your ass turned red under my palms. Those cries of pain and pleasure as you took everything I had to give, it could drive a man crazy.”
“Please, Jaxon,” she begged when he slowed down, sensing her approaching orgasm. “Please, I don’t think I can survive it this time if you tease me.”
“Then I won't, baby,” he promised as he lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers still fucking her with a one-minded concentration that had him hitting all the right spots
Her pussy leaked with juice that mingled with her sweat on the bed, the musk of their lovemaking a heady aphrodisiac that had them both going crazy.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered her, whispering into her mouth as he began stroking her quickly, his hands moving up and down in a quick-fire motion.
Kayla moaned out loud, crying when his middle finger hit the right spot. She knew enough about herself now to know when she was about to come. Knew to latch onto his shoulders as her pleasure spread from the base of her spine, hurtling toward that spot between her legs where all the nerves seemed to be concentrated. She knew now to close her eyes tight so she didn’t go blind from the pleasure of all of it. None of it was able to prepare her for her orgasm when it hit. Screaming her pleasure out loud as her nails dug into his back, Kayla's hips convulsed violently, her pussy spasming around Jaxon's fingers as she came.
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