by Ali Parker
Laughing, I leaned back in my seat. “What did he make you?”
Holly giggled. “He was five at the time. He poured cereal into a bowl and took a flower out of one of my vases and put it on top. And a glass of orange juice.”
“Fuck, that’s cute.”
“He’s incredible. He’s a really logical thinker, and I don’t know where he gets it from. He likes building things and taking them apart. I bet he’ll be an architect or a mechanic or something. Maybe an engineer. Right now, he’s back at the apartment with Kim building a Lego town.”
I thought back to the days that I used to love Legos. The days where my biggest concern was walking home from school without the older kids catching up with me to shove snow down the back of my shirt in the winter or dirt in the summer.
“He’ll be starting school in September?”
Holly nodded. “Yep. He’s enrolled at an elementary school a couple of blocks from Kim’s, so if I’m still living there, I can just walk him.”
“Practical.”
“Yeah, I guess. But it would be nice to have a place of my own before then. We’ll see how things go. It’s kind of difficult to make any real sort of money at The Roost. Especially when you have a shitty manager.”
“I can solve your manager problem. You just need to say the word.”
“I’m not going to sick you on my boss like a rabid dog,” Holly said flatly.
“Who said anything about behaving like a rabid dog?”
“I know you, Jax. You’d hold his hand over the deep fryer or something until he swore to be nice to me.”
I took a sip of whiskey. “I didn’t know you had such a low opinion of me.”
“Oh, please,” she said dramatically. “You and I both know exactly how it would go down. Talon would shit himself, and I’d be too embarrassed to ever show my face there again. Thanks, but no thanks. I can take care of myself.”
“Never said you couldn’t.”
Holly drank some of her wine and ran her tongue across her lips. I knew she hadn’t intended for it to be seductive, but holy hell, did it light my veins on fire with need.
“If I need you, I’ll ask,” Holly said.
“Will you?”
She held my gaze. “Yes.”
The rest of our meals arrived, and we dined while having pleasant conversations about Luke and Holly adjusting back to life in New York City. She told me about wishing he had friends over the summer, and we both joked about how great it would be if Luke and Hanna, Axel’s daughter, were closer in age.
“When they’re a bit older, it might work,” Holly said as she sipped her fourth glass of merlot.
“Define a bit older.”
“I don’t know, teenagers? Three years isn’t as big a deal.”
“Axel won’t like it,” I chuckled, my chair creaking as I adjusted myself.
“He doesn’t have to.” Holly winked.
“Playing with fire. I like that. Kind of a turn on.”
Holly blushed and put her wine down. When she looked back up at me, something was different. There was a seriousness to the way she composed herself. Her shoulders were pulling inward once more, and I could tell she was nervous again.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’m having a really nice time with you, but I want you to know I don’t expect you to want to keep doing this. I know things are different now. And now that you know I have a son, I completely understand if you want to just be friends.”
“Are you crazy?”
Holly bit her lip, and I remembered the way it felt when I used to push my thumb to her bottom lip right before I kissed her, warm and soft and mine for the taking.
“Of course, I want to see you again. Holly, for fuck’s sake, I feel like I’ve been waiting all these years for you to come back. I just didn’t know it until I saw you at The Roost. You looked fine as hell in that little apron, by the way.”
Holly blushed a fierce shade of red and buried her face in her hands. “Stop it.”
“No. I mean it.” I reached for her hands and pulled them away from her face. I wrapped my fingers around hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you’re here, and I’m glad you’re with me.” Finally.
Holly gave me a wide smile. “Me too.”
I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and dropped more than enough cash on the table to cover the bill. I got to my feet and offered Holly my hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
She slapped her hand into my palm, and I helped her to her feet. She made for the doors to go back inside, but I steered her to the right and lifted her over the little fence separating the restaurant patio from the sidewalk. She giggled with embarrassment and held her skirt down when I placed her on the other side of the fence.
Then, I stepped over it and took her hand once more. We walked maybe twenty feet down the sidewalk before I stopped short. Holly stopped beside me and turned to look up at me. As her lips parted to ask me what I was doing, I dropped my head, cupped her cheek with one hand, and kissed her like I was kissing her for the first time.
She tasted like wine and smelled like vanilla. Her lips were soft and full, and the way her tongue traced mine filled my brain with thoughts of her sealing her lips over my cock. I didn’t care that people were watching, and she didn’t seem to either, as she lifted herself to her tiptoes and pressed her lips more firmly against mine until our teeth were practically grinding together.
With a surprising amount of effort, I managed to pull away from her. “Come on.”
I opened my truck door and helped her up and then hurried around to my side. I climbed up, started the engine, and gave her a devilish smile as I pulled out onto the street.
Holly reached out and turned the radio up. The cab of the truck filled with the bass of the rock song, and Holly’s hand found my thigh. She ran her palm up and down, the warmth of her touch coming dangerously close to my swollen cock straining against the fly of my pants.
I glanced over at her to find her smiling coyly back at me. The woman knew what she was doing, that was for damn sure. She was playing with me, just like she used to, and if she started it, she always finished it.
Lucky for me.
I turned down the first dark, empty street I could find and parked at the very end. My headlights illuminated a cement barrier before I turned the engine off and the lights died. I tossed my keys into the cup holder and unclipped my seatbelt.
“If you want to throw down right now I’m more than—” I stopped talking when my eyes fell on Holly.
She was still in her seat, but she was facing me now. Somehow, she had already unclipped her seatbelt. Her cheeks and nose were pink. She grabbed the hem of her pink shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. The belly button ring I remembered was gone. In its place was a pale white scar beneath a pair of freckles she used to hate.
The bra she wore was pale pink lace and transparent. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric, and the metal clasp between her breasts was whispering to be undone.
Holly left her skirt on but hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shimmied them down her legs.
I was alone with Holly Whitton, who was half naked and sweeping her hair up into a ponytail, which could only mean one thing.
At least, it only meant one thing back then.
“Holy hell,” I breathed, and Holly grinned at me the same way she used to.
She looked like sunshine and sex as she reached across the console to undo my belt and pop open the button of my pants.
Chapter 14
Holly
I was distinctly aware of how easy things felt with Jax. I wasn’t thinking about what I looked like or what he thought of me or if there were consequences after we did this. All I was thinking about was how badly I wanted to taste him, ride him, and be as close to him as I possibly could.
Pulling open the fly of his pants, I held in my gasp at the size of his swollen cock bulging beneath his brief
s. I had nearly forgotten the size of him in the years we had been apart. A tremor of excitement went through me, and I pulled him free of his boxers as I leaned over the console.
Jax gathered my hair from my face and held it back as I hovered over his hips, his cock standing to attention like a well-behaved soldier awaiting praise from my lips and tongue.
I knew how he liked it back then and wondered if the same techniques would still make him see stars. I wanted him to look at me the way he used to when he lost all sense of who he was and took control. I craved his strong hands and his body pressing into me.
I grazed my lips over the tip of him. He was velvety soft, and at the touch, a soft sigh whispered out of him. When I took his head in my mouth, Jax melted deeper into the seat. The console between us dug into my hip, but I didn’t care, and I worked my mouth farther down his shaft until I had as much of him resting along my tongue as I could hold.
My cheeks puckered as I used a light amount of suction before moving up and down, sucking him off how I knew he liked.
Jax’s grip in my hair tightened, pulling strands of it tight across my scalp. I didn’t care. In fact, I kind of liked the heat of the pain as need gathered tightly below my tummy, aching for a release.
Soon.
Jax shifted beneath me, his hips lifting as his hand pushed my head down. He held me there, hips rolling as he fucked my mouth, breath becoming labored with pleasure.
When he pulled me off him, I was breathless too. His eyes were heavy, and his jaw was tight as he pulled his pants lower down his muscular thighs. Then he looked over at me.
“Get your ass over here.” His voice was thick.
I managed to climb over the console as gracefully as possible and somehow didn’t make a fool of myself. I had been known to be rather clumsy, and this mini obstacle posed the perfect opportunity for me to face-plant in Jax’s crotch. Not that he’d care if I did.
I managed to get one leg on either side of him as Jax pushed the seat back so I wasn’t pinned between his body and the steering wheel. When we had a bit of extra space, I shifted forward, letting my hips float above his, and began lowering myself until I felt the tip of his cock graze my clit.
“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Jax grabbed hold of my hips and held me in place. “That’s not how this works.”
His voice and his hands commanded me to fall still. He slipped under my skirt and ran his fingers up my thighs, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation. I had wanted to be touched like this for so long.
This feeling of being needed, of being adored, unlocked something within me that I hadn’t felt in over half a decade. Power. I felt powerful in Jax’s strong arms. I felt free. My blood was electric, and as his hands grabbed my ass and spread me apart, I found myself smiling.
When I opened my eyes, Jax was watching me, the corner of his lips curled up into a curious smile of his own. “What’s with the smile?” he asked.
I hooked my arms around his neck and leaned in to give him a tender kiss. “I’m just really happy to be here with you.”
When Jax chuckled deep in his chest and slipped a finger in my pussy, I kissed his jaw and throat. He was showing me that he was happy to be with me too. I was swollen and wet, and his finger gliding in and out of me was unraveling all the little bits of self-control I had left.
He eased a second finger into me, and I clung to him as he maintained a steady rhythm. Soon, the tightness below my belly was almost too much to bear. I needed more. I needed to feel more of him.
So I crushed my mouth against his and unwittingly began gyrating my hips on his fingers, pushing his touch against all my walls until the tightness inside me blew apart, and I gave in to the first orgasm I had felt in years.
Well, first orgasm given to me by someone else.
Jax was smiling at me now and running his fingers up and down the length of my pulsing pussy. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, pressing his lips to my chest and throat.
I whimpered as his thumb pressed down on my clit.
Jax’s teeth pinched the skin on my shoulder. “Come for me again. Give in to it.”
As his thumb pressed down on my clit, he pushed his fingers back inside me, stretching me, filling me, and began wiggling them in a come-hither motion until my body was torn apart by pleasure once more.
My thighs were quivering, and I was short of breath when he pulled out of me. He was smiling at me in that same devilish way he always did as he pulled a condom from his pocket and tore it open with his teeth. He rolled it on, gripped his shaft, and then pushed me down with his other hand on my hip.
I felt him graze my wetness again and bit my bottom lip.
I had been dreaming about this for ages.
Back in Philadelphia, after Kent had come home from a binge at the bar and fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room, I would lie in bed, staring up at my ceiling, thinking about Jax. I thought of his body. His eyes. The way he looked at me and the way he threw his head back when he laughed genuinely. I imagined the curve of his lips and the way they made my own tingle after we kissed.
I thought of his hands and what he used to do with them.
I would come thinking about him as I lay alone, aching to be touched by someone—anyone—who loved me.
Now I had him again. His cock was slipping between my wet folds and stretching me with his thickness. There was pressure as he eased inside, but he took his time. He never caved to the desire to thrust deep inside me. He waited until I was ready, his eyes fixed on me.
My hands were still hooked behind his neck when all of him was buried inside me. I sat on his cock, waiting for the pressure to give way to pleasure.
Jax’s fingers trailed up my arm, over my shoulder, and down my chest to the silver clasp on my bra between my breasts. He unclipped it with a snap of his fingers and pulled it off me.
He cupped both my breasts in his hands and gently massaged them, rolling his palms over the soft tissue and then tantalizing my nipples with his thumbs. I giggled, and he smiled at me before leaning in to pull my nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently and then pinched with his teeth before rolling his tongue over my skin.
I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me like I might never let him go.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and quiet from the desire. “Please.”
“Please?” Jax looked up at me, that smile lingering on his lips, his eyes sparkling with need that matched my own.
I nodded. “Please. I need you.”
He pinched my nipple teasingly, and then his hands were on my waist as he began rolling his hips beneath me.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my head falling back as my eyes closed.
Jax gripped my ass and held me down on him as he began thrusting. I grabbed hold of him as each thrust pushed a moan from me that I couldn’t hold on to no matter how hard I tried. And I didn’t want to try.
I was free to be nothing but myself with this man. That was all he wanted from me, and it was all I was capable of giving.
He pulled me closer to him, crushing my breasts against his chest and holding me there with a hand on my lower back. He kissed me fiercely and then nudged my face to the side to kiss my face, my jaw, and my neck, all before gliding his tongue up my throat to my ear, which he pinched between his teeth as he thrust his cock deep inside me.
I came hard and fast and completely let myself go.
I started bouncing on top of him. I didn’t have much leverage in the truck, but I didn’t care. His cock slid in and out of me as I moved up and down, and I watched him grit his teeth as he tried to hold on to his own orgasm.
“Come on,” I whispered, pausing to roll my hips in a slow circle on top of him. I pushed my tits together as I fucked him, and he hungrily soaked in the sight of me.
I felt sexy as hell.
I started bouncing again. Jax groaned as his muscles tightened. The seat beneath him creaked as he pressed his back deeper into the leather.
I could feel the muscles of his thighs under mine as his entire body prepared for his release.
I wanted to feel as much of him as I could when he came, so I kissed him as I bounced, my ass slapping against his thighs, his fingers wandering into my hair. I pressed my tongue between his teeth, and he moaned into our kiss as he came. He was barely able to keep kissing me, but I forced him to, wanting to breathe in his moans and feel as connected to him as I possibly could.
When he was done, his chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and I sat on his lap, his cock still swollen inside me, my body still thrumming with pleasure.
“That was better than I remember,” Jax muttered, his eyes falling closed.
I giggled and lifted myself off him before climbing back into my own seat. “I agree.”
When he opened his eyes, he rolled his head to look over at me. “I wish I could take you back to my place and fuck you like that all night.”
I pulled the hair tie out of my hair that had been holding it in what used to be a ponytail. Our fucking had loosened it to the point where it was just clinging to some of my ends. “That would be nice, but I have to get back to Kim’s. I promised Luke I would be there in the morning, and Kim has been helping out enough. She deserves to have a day to herself.”
“I get it.”
Jax tucked himself back into his pants and did them up. He passed me my bra, which was on the floor at his feet, and started the truck as I put it and my shirt back on. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I couldn’t have asked for more than this.” Jax took his eyes off the road for a moment to give me a reassuring nod. “You have bigger things to worry about than me wanting to steal you away.”
The rest of the drive went by too quickly. Before I knew it, we were parked outside Kim’s apartment, and Jax was helping me out of the truck. He walked me to the front door and then turned me to face him.
“Do you think there will come a time where you’re comfortable letting me meet Luke?”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at his words. I nodded. “Yes. I’ll let you know when the time is right. When I think he’s ready.”
