Now (New Adult Erotic Romance) (The Tryst Series Book 2)

by York, Marie

  Dee held her hand out to me. “Deal.” We shook on it then she smacked my ass. “Now let’s go get you laid.”

  “What did I just say?”

  “You might not be good with reading in between the lines, but I am.”

  Chapter 6

  Dee and I made our way downstairs and spotted Jaxon and Cole at the hotel bar. Jaxon would look good in anything, but the dark jeans and black button down shirt had moisture pooling between my legs.

  He laughed at something Cole said then his eyes caught mine. Cole said something else, but Jaxon only nodded in response, his attention solely on me. Cole followed Jaxon’s line of vision and his face lit up when he saw Dee. He stood from his stool and greeted her with a kiss.

  “Hi Lyla. It’s so good to have you here,” Cole said and gave me a welcoming hug. I had only met him a few times before he and Dee moved away, but between mine and Dee’s Skype calls, and my last visit, he managed to become a huge part of my life anyway.

  “I’m happy to be here. It’s been too long.”

  “It has. You should think about moving here,” Cole said and I rolled my eyes.

  “She has you on it too?”

  He wrapped his arm around Dee’s shoulder and drew her in. “She may have mentioned how she misses her best friend. Though for the life of me, I can’t figure out why since you guys are always talking.”

  “It’s not the same,” Dee said and signaled to the bartender.

  “Jaxon,” I said, acknowledging him finally even though his gaze on me had not wavered.

  “Lyla.”

  “So what are we drinking?” Dee asked as the bartender approached.

  Cole held up a full bottle of beer. “I’m still good.”

  Dee turned to the bartender. “I’ll have a glass of pinot.”

  She pointed to Jaxon and he shook his head. “I’m still good too.”

  “Lyla?”

  “I’ll have a pinot too,” I said.

  Jaxon moved close to me, lowering his mouth to my ear. Goosebumps spread across my skin as his warm breath blanketed me. “No Jack tonight?”

  I turned to face him, defiant in my stance. His lips only inches from mine took all that I had not to stare at them. I wanted them on me, devouring me, bringing me to the brink. “I could ask you the same.”

  He tipped his head until his mouth was back against my ear. “I like to save the hard stuff for later.” And the way he said it made me wonder if he was talking about liquor at all. Because all I could think about was how the longer we went the harder he pounded into me. How my body met him thrust for thrust, begging for more.

  The bartender brought our drinks over and I leaned away from Jaxon to grab my glass. I brought it to my lips and took a generous sip, allowing the liquid to calm my hot and frazzled mind.

  “So you want me to fall in love with Michigan.” I focus my attention on Dee and away from Jaxon. “Work your magic.”

  “We have to get you some Vernor’s,” Cole said.

  “Some what?”

  “The best ginger ale you’ll ever have,” Dee added.

  “Ginger ale is ginger ale.”

  Dee laughed. “Jax, help us out here.”

  Jaxon pulled the beer bottle away from his mouth, swiping his tongue slowly across his bottom lip. “Let’s just say one taste and the others will never be the same.”

  His eyes bore into mine and all I could do was gulp down the desire rising inside of me. One taste of Jaxon and all other guys were tainted. No one would be as good as he was. No one would taste and feel as amazing as him.

  If I could just get one more taste so I could savor every single second of it. Maybe then I could quench my thirst. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. Once I got what I wanted, I’d only want more. I’d be addicted to his touch. The way his big hands ran across my body and in between my thighs. I didn’t think I could handle another taste. It’d be too much of a tease.

  “We ready to get going?” Dee asked and I snapped my gaze away from Jaxon’s.

  I finished the rest of my wine in one sip, grabbed my purse, and nodded. “Let’s go.”

  The nights were cooler and I welcomed the light breeze against my scorching skin as we walked out of the hotel and into the parking lot.

  “Who’s driving?” I asked.

  “Me,” Jaxon replied.

  “I meant to thank you, Jax,” Dee said, pulling her head away from Cole’s shoulder. “For picking Lyla up at the airport.”

  “It was no problem. I’ll give Lyla a ride anytime she wants.”

  Everything that came out of his mouth sounded sexual. Was it me? Or was he doing it on purpose?

  “Where are we going?” I asked to change the subject.

  “I was thinking we could go to Baile.”

  “What’s Baile?” I asked.

  “This amazing bar with the best Irish pub food. It’s right on Grand River Avenue which is full of bars and coffee shops and restaurants and bookstores. You’ll love it.”

  Jaxon came to a stop at his car and then gave Dee an amused look. “It’s closed for renovations.”

  “I thought since you knew the owner and all you could pull some strings,” Dee replied.

  With a slight lift of his lip Jaxon said, “Nice try.”

  “How do you know the owner?” I asked.

  Jaxon’s mouth pushed into a straight line and he rubbed the back of his neck.

  “Story for another time. I’m starved. Can we please eat?” Cole said before Jaxon could reply.

  “If we ever get in the car,” Jaxon said, and for the briefest of seconds I watched him glance at Cole and offer up an appreciative nod which Cole returned before ushering Dee into the backseat.

  Suddenly, I felt like there was more to the story and I was the only one in the dark.

  ***

  After dinner Jaxon and I said goodbye to Cole and Dee in the parking lot then headed into the hotel. He held the door for me and just as I was about to turn to the elevator his hand wrapped around my wrist halting me.

  “Have a nightcap with me,” he said and even though I was already four glasses of wine in, I couldn’t say no.

  “Sure.”

  We made our way to the hotel bar and slid onto a set of stools in the far corner. The bartender approached and Jaxon held up two fingers.

  “Two Jacks.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said. “I already had four glasses of wine.”

  “I told you I like to save the hard stuff for later.” He winked and my thighs quivered.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me.”

  He draped his arm across the back of my stool and leaned into me. That mouth watering scent of his invaded my senses. “We both know I wouldn’t have to get you drunk.”

  Words sputtered in my brain and I couldn’t manage to get a single one out.

  His finger dipped into my glass and then he dragged it across my lips. “Though, Jack did help a little last time.”

  My tongue snaked out catching the tip of his pointer as he pulled it away from my mouth. “Mmm,” I moaned in response.

  He picked up his glass and downed the entire thing then threw a few bills on the bar before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

  I looked back to my own drink on the bar, but I didn’t need it. Plus I didn’t want to waste another second. I’ve been waiting two years for this very moment.

  The elevator doors opened and as soon as they closed, Jaxon’s hands were on my face, backing me into the far wall. His mouth greedily took mine and I surrendered to his delicious attack.

  I ran my hands up his chest and around to his back, rediscovering how amazing he felt beneath my touch.

  His phone rang in his pocket, but he never pulled away from me. He continued trailing a fiery line of kisses down my neck. A moan rumbled up my throat and he crushed his lips back to mine.

  He took my hand and placed it on his engorged co
ck. His gorgeous dark eyes locked with mine. “Do you see what you do to me? Drive me fucking crazy,” he growled then his long fingers wrapped around the back of my head and his lips crushed mine.

  Soft whimpers muffled against his lips and his hungry tongue demanded I part my mouth for him. I didn’t hesitate, opening to his succulent assault.

  Jaxon rubbed his fingers across my nipples hardening them into tight peaks. He yanked the top of my shirt and bra down, exposing my breasts. He kissed the swell then traced his tongue down to the rose-tipped pebble, taking it between his teeth.

  A soft cry echoed in the small space and I arched into him, wanting more. My pussy ached for his touch. Soaking wet and waiting.

  The elevator dinged and Jaxon tugged my shirt back into place, kissing my neck as he adjusted the material.

  The elevator doors opened and luckily no one was standing there to witness the show. This time I grabbed Jaxon’s hand and pulled him toward the door when his phone rang again. I stopped at the threshold as he reached into his pocket and looked at his screen.

  “Fuck. I have to take this,” he said and answered with a curt hello.

  “Are you kidding?” Jaxon asked, but I couldn’t hear the person on the other end. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

  My heart sunk at his words and I didn’t try covering it up.

  He slid his phone back into his pocket and frowned. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, but really wanted to burst into tears. We were so close. This was worse than a taste. This was pure fucking torture. “I can go with you.”

  For a moment it seemed like he was actually thinking about it, but then the brightness in his eyes dulled and he shook his head. “No. It’s okay. I’m going to be awhile and you have a big day tomorrow.”

  The bachelorette party, how could I forget? At least I wouldn’t have to be near Jaxon, wondering what would’ve happened if he never got that phone call. And how important could it really be? Was he just using it as an out?

  “Yeah, big day,” I managed.

  I stepped away from the elevator door and watched Jaxon disappear as they closed. My body was still all worked up and I needed a release. I went to my room, tossed my bag on the chair, and headed right to the shower.

  I slipped out of my top and my leather leggings, wishing Jaxon was the one pulling the material down my legs. Once the water was warm enough, I stepped out of my thong and unsnapped my bra, letting my breasts fall free from the restricting cups.

  Water trickled down my skin as I leaned against the wall and ran a hand across my body. Thoughts of Jaxon and our one night together filled my mind as I slid a finger inside of me. My eyes fluttered shut and I imagined Jaxon’s hands on my breasts, his mouth claiming my nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers.

  Instinctively my body arced and I slipped another finger between my folds. Slow at first and then picking up momentum. My teeth nipped at my lip as the heated intensity grew inside me until it exploded.

  My body convulsed against my hand as I rode out my orgasm. I leaned into the water, expecting to feel spent and satisfied, but the only thing I felt was an even stronger desire for Jaxon.

  Damn it.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning I couldn’t get out of the hotel fast enough. The last thing I wanted was to run into Jaxon. After being left completely unsatisfied, I didn’t think it’d be safe to be near him. I was afraid I might attack him and beg for him to fuck me. So with the little dignity I had, I got dressed and waited for Dee in the parking lot.

  Ten minutes later, she pulled up and I jumped into her car. Her black hair was in its usual waves and her skin was absolutely flawless.

  “Someone’s in a rush this morning,” she said, flashing a curious eye in my direction.

  “Well duh,” I said. “It’s my best friend’s bachelorette day I’m excited.” So maybe it was a lie, but I really didn’t feel like spending my morning talking about Jaxon. Thoughts of him already consumed my night. Besides today wasn’t about him or me, it was about Dee.

  “Me too,” Dee exclaimed. “I’ve been dying for a massage for weeks. “My sisters and cousin are going to meet us at the spa. They just got in this morning, so I told them to take their time.”

  Dee’s two sisters were a blast. Rebecca and Faith had visited us many times throughout our four years of college. They were always the first to show up to a party and the last to leave. I made a mental note to stay hydrated and filled with carbs or I’d never be able to keep up with them that night.

  “So how was your night?” Dee asked and I could hear the probing tone in her voice. A simple it was fine wasn’t going to do.

  “Good. Went back to my room, watched a movie and fell asleep,” I said, hoping it was enough to satisfy her curiosity.

  “So you and Jaxon went your separate ways?”

  “We did. He got a call when we were heading upstairs and he had to leave. We said goodbye and that was it.”

  “Well that’s boring.”

  “Sorry my life couldn’t be a little more entertaining for you,” I joked.

  “I was really hoping for some hot sex stories.”

  Me too. Unfortunately the only hot sex story I had was between myself and a vision of Jaxon. Pretty pathetic actually.

  Dee parked in front of the spa and we headed inside. The smell of lavender lingered in the air and soft music played overhead. A relaxing day was exactly what I needed.

  I followed the woman into the back room where I stripped down and laid on a massage bed. She came in and worked the tension out of my neck and back, and for the first time since I landed in Michigan, I didn’t feel like I was wound so tight I was about to snap.

  After the massage I was brought into another room for a mani/pedi where I met up with Dee and her family. I could hear them before I ever entered the room and when I finally stepped inside the volume went up another ten notches.

  “Lyla, you bitch!” Faith yelled and tossed her muscular arms around me. “We were wondering where you were.”

  “Hiding from you crazy bitches,” I joked and Faith swiveled her head at me then burst out laughing.

  “We are crazy.”

  “And bitches,” Rebecca said, pushing her way past Faith and greeting me with a hug. “Missed you girl.”

  “Missed you too,” I said.

  “You remember, my cousin, Tanisha, right?” Dee asked from a pedicure chair.

  “Of course. I do good to see you,” I said and since I was giving out hugs, I gave out another.

  We all settled into our chairs and Rebecca pulled out a bottle of champagne. “Let’s get this party started.”

  “It’s ten in the morning,” Dee said.

  “I know. It’s late. We gotta get a move on this.”

  She popped the cork and poured the champagne into red solo cups. She handed me a plastic cup and I took it. “Keeping it classy?” I asked.

  “You know it.”

  When we all had cups in our hands we raised them for a toast.

  “To keeping it classy,” Rebecca said.

  “To keeping it classy,” we all said in unison.

  ***

  Three bottles of champagne, an eyebrow waxing, a facial, and a manicure and pedicure later we went back to Dee’s place to get dressed for the night. Rebecca looked fierce in her leopard print tight knit dress as did Faith in her black jumpsuit with the cutout back. The only thing holding the top up was a string tied in a single knot.

  Tanisha was a little more modest in her skinny jeans and a sparkly gold sleeveless top. I went somewhere in the middle with a hot pink satin skirt and a black tank top. We looked hot. And when Dee stepped out in a white dress that looked like it was tailored for her body we all whistled at her.

  Tanisha drove us in Dee’s car, but Cole promised if Tanisha wanted to drink a little more and we needed a ride home he’d come and get us. He was a good man and I was so happy for Dee.

  “First
shot is on me,” Rebecca said, holding up a fifty dollar bill as we pulled into the parking lot of the bar.

  “Second is on me,” Faith declared as she got out of the car.

  “Remember, I’m getting married tomorrow. Take it easy on me,” Dee pleaded.

  “Luckily it’s not a morning wedding,” I offered and kissed her on the cheek as I past her on my way into the bar.

  Our first shot was a red headed slut, followed by a lemon drop. From there the shots kept coming. We danced and laughed and made friends with the bartender, Gerry.

  Tanisha finally joined in and I sent a text to Cole letting him know we were going to need him to get home.

  We all squished in for a picture and Gerry counted down to three before snapping it. We celebrated with another shot.

  I was still wincing off the shot of whatever that was when Rebecca asked, “Lyla, truth or dare?”

  “What are we twelve?”

  “Oh this could be fun!” Dee cheered and who was I to disappoint the bride to be.

  “Dare,” I answered.

  “I dare you to kiss the next person who walks through that door.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” I stated.

  Rebecca smiled. “Or you could do another shot. What about a shot of 151?”

  It was already getting increasingly hard to keep my balance, and I had lost count of how many shots I had actually done, so I knew that was a worse dare. Without a second thought, I turned toward the door and wrapped my arms around the first guy. He wouldn’t be my first choice, but I ignored that and pressed my lips to his.

  He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but a dare was a dare. His hand snaked around my waist and squeezed me tight against his soft stomach. Whistles sounded around us and I pulled away about to say thank you when my gaze locked on familiar dark eyes.

  Jaxon.

  Chapter 8

  His stare was darker than usual. It wasn’t shadowed by passion and desire it was more wild and vicious than that. It was anger and disgust.

  I pushed off the guy about to go over to Jaxon and explain how it was just a dare, but why should I? We weren’t a thing. He left me high and dry last night and even though I was avoiding him, he still never even attempted a call.