“Will it calm you down if I do this?” I asked, running my hand over his jockey shorts and the outline of his already hard cock.
He inhaled sharply and took my hand. “It will calm me down even more if you do this.” He guided my hand inside his shorts.
I slowly worked my warm hand up and down his hard-on as he lay on his back and closed his eyes, moaning. I wanted to take care of him for a change, so I asked, “Will you let me give you a blow job while you lay back and enjoy it?”
He opened one eye as I moved to pull his shorts off. “I think I could let you do that.”
I knelt between his legs. “You are so sexy.” I held his manhood in my hands and inhaled his delectable aroma. I eased my mouth over his raging erection, tasting the wonderful saltiness of Jax. I wrapped my mouth around the shaft, and he shuddered, moaning my name. With my tongue, I explored the entire length of him as it pulsed underneath my touch. He begged me not to stop. I couldn’t stop because the feel of him in my mouth was so beautiful, the way his hips thrust slightly toward me, gently. His eyes were glazed with arousal, his chest heaving. His hands gripped my tangle of curls and he pulled. I felt the strength of his powerful legs and the burning in his pelvis until I felt him tensing, his pelvis jerking up to my mouth. “Oh, Jesus … I’m gonna come.” I savored the spasms as he came in my mouth, his hands clutching my hair. Jax tasted heavenly. His voice was a rasp. “Rosalyn, I love you.”
He expelled a shuddering breath and when he recovered, he said, “Lay down, baby, I want to take care of you, now.”
Goosebumps rippled out from my thighs as his delicate touch tugged at my panties. Almost involuntarily I spread my legs as the foghorn quietly blew in the distance, the fire burned in the gas fireplace, and the tangy aroma of salt from the ocean tickled my nostrils. His fingers grazed over my most sensitive spot, a moan escaping from my lips. His fingers delved into my delicate softness and with wet fingers he massaged my growing bud using slow, heavenly circular motions. “Jesus, Roz, I want to taste you so bad.” He kissed my sweetness, waves of pleasure pulsating through every nerve of my body. My fingers ran through his hair, gripping tightly. I closed my eyes and relaxed, releasing a breath. Jax gently sucked, his mouth wet and hot causing my pelvis to tilt. I was always spellbound by my body’s reaction to his touch. My orgasm built until finally my body arched, my entire being losing control and I surrendered into a shuddering orgasm.
After I came, Jax lay at the foot of the bed for a while, his hand gently tickling my stomach, thighs, and pubic hair. Those captivating blue eyes locked with mine. “I just want to memorize how beautiful you are after you come. How’d you get to be so sexy?”
Then he moved next to me, his hard body pressed against mine, his hands stroking my face and hair, his lips kissing my ears and neck. I traced my fingers over his chest and down to his cock, which was already coming back to life. “Never did take you long to recover.”
“Not when I’m with you.” His body rolled on top of mine. He kissed me passionately then entered me with a delicious sharpness that made me gasp. “Oh baby, you’re so wet and sexy.” His hair falling into his eyes, he stared at me and moved slowly. “You like it like this?” Then he pumped faster, my legs curling around his back. My pelvis arched to meet him until neither one of us could take it, riding waves of orgasmic pleasure.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms. Jax slept peacefully, softly snoring, his body a heavy weight. But as the foghorn blew, I’d jerk awake from nightmares of Jax wiping out on a big wave, getting plowed under the massive force and never resurfacing. I’d never seen Jax surf big waves, and I didn’t know if I could handle it.
* * *
The next day at Mavericks, ominous storm clouds gathered overhead. The ocean resembled the swirling abyss of a witch’s cauldron. The waves slammed into the rocky coastline with a savage violence, and hazardous, spiky rocks jutted from the ocean, intent on impaling even the most prepared surfer. I instantly realized I was not prepared for the reality of the sadistic waves.
What was Jax thinking?
Jet Skis zoomed out to the lineup with the surfers and their big wave guns. The photographers were in position on boats, and the safety patrol was ready. I didn’t want to think about the rescues of surfers who got sucked over the falls of the terrifying waves, broke bones, became paralyzed, slammed into the jagged rocks, had the wind knocked out of them and lost consciousness or, worst of all, didn’t survive the impact of this brutal force of nature. Jax had assured me that everyone was well versed in ocean safety, and I already knew from what’d happened to Butch that the life flight nurses from Stanford were only minutes away. None of this did anything to ease my anxiety.
Eugene, Nelson, Butch, Summer, and I huddled on the cliff above the fearsome surf break next to the chain link fence that surrounded Pillar Point Air Force base. My eyes flicked up to the cliff on the right. There, like a reminder from a morgue, were the homemade crucifixes, memorials to the athletes who’d been unlucky at Mavericks. Those poor surfers who’d lived for the thrill of a big drop. What went through their minds when realization hit that they’d never see their families again? My body was engulfed in a sudden coldness that hit me at the core. I hugged myself tight then grasped Eugene’s hand and squeezed.
Butch and Summer, who’d made the trip from her home in San Francisco, had gone stand up paddling in the bay that morning.
Summer whispered in my ear, “I think I’ll stick to my SUP board. Safer.” She gave me a nervous smile.
“Awesome waves!” Butch said, his arm protective around Summer’s slender waist. “Jax’s going to kill it out there.”
“Freakin’ awesome!” Nelson said, turning to Eugene and slapping him a high five.
“Can’t believe we’re here,” Eugene said, a look of wide-eyed wonder on his face.
“You know how lucky you are?” Nelson said to Eugene. His eyes feverishly searched the crowd of surfers. “There he is!” he said pointing to Jax’s bright red surfboard, a small dot in the vicious ocean. “There’s your dad!”
A few peaceful lulls punctuated the sets, but when the waves came through, the brutality shocked me. How were the surfers paddling over and around those monstrous peaks? Several unlucky surfers got caught inside, as the fury of the wave broke over their rag doll bodies, and they dove to the bottom of the ocean. Would they be okay down in that icy water that looked like a black pit of murkiness? Would they even know which way was up?
Closing my eyes I took a pathetic breath that wouldn’t fill my lungs. Nausea crept up my throat and it felt like I was going to throw up. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Those had to be fifty-foot waves, or larger.
Holding Eugene’s hand so tightly I thought I’d crack his bones, I used my other hand, and dug around in my bag for the present Jax had brought back from Oregon. I hadn’t been smoking pot with the Trinity program, but dammit, I needed to calm down. My fingers made contact with the good luck joint I’d rolled. I mean, it was from my parents’ farm and all, so it must be lucky. The kismet of the highest possible concentrations of THC was in order.
I lit the joint, took a deep toke and was instantly relaxed as the pleasant sensation from the pot moved from my lungs, to my bloodstream, and ended with a euphoric rush in my head. I inhaled another long toke, closing my eyes.
“Whoa! Check out this set,” Eugene said.
My eyes clicked open as a gigantic set of what looked like three waves rose out of the ocean. The whitewater slammed against the ocean as the waves broke, threatening to crucify the poor soul who was unlucky enough to get caught in a wipeout. I didn’t know as much about big wave surfing as Jax did, but I knew that it wasn’t a good idea to take off on the first wave of a set because if you wiped out, you were stuck with the waves behind it pinning you underneath the ocean. I took another toke.
We could barely make out Jax on his red surfboard as he got in position for the first wave of the set—and caught it. Another surfboard flew high up in the
air behind the wave, twirling and ripping the surfer violently away. My hand dug into Eugene’s. I took another toke. We watched in what felt like slow-motion as Jax’s surfboard was perpendicular to the enormous wave before rapidly descending. His wetsuit-clad body was in free fall, his feet somehow still in contact with his board. His arms spread out like a tightrope walker, a massive amount of whitewater following, as though he were trying to outrun an avalanche. I held my breath and sent a prayer up to the Universe. And then, halfway down the monstrous wave, we watched in horror as Jax flew headfirst over his surfboard.
“No!” I screamed. There was a collective gasp from everyone huddled with us on the cliff as Eugene and Nelson strained forward, their eyes as big as silver dollars.
“Is he going to be okay?” Eugene said, looking up at me with wild eyes.
I had to keep it together for Eugene. “Oh, baby, he knows what to do.” Hold your breath! Deploy your flotation vest! Get out of the ocean, now! I covered my eyes. Maybe this was a mistake. I uncovered my eyes and glanced at Butch, who was calm, but Summer’s face was a fright mask. I took another toke.
The Jet Ski patrol sprang into action, racing through the trough of water, looking for signs of Jax’s surfboard.
We scanned the ocean frantically and there it was; Jax’s red surfboard was tombstoning, pointing straight at the sky. He was at least 20 feet below the surface. I imagined Jax holding his breath as the icy ocean swirled around him. Please. Oh God, please let him survive. The safety patrol waited for a lull, and miraculously Jax popped up, his hand in the air as the Jet Ski raced in. Jax climbed onto the sled with his surfboard, and they hightailed it to the safety of the deep water.
I burst into tears. Eugene’s sweet face looked at me, and he squeezed my hand. “It’s okay, mom, my dad … he knows what to do. He’s gonna be okay.”
Hearing Eugene use the word dad instantly flooded me with compassion and love for this little family of mine. “Oh, sweetheart, I know,” I said, hugging him hard.
Butch touched my arm. “He’s going to be fine. He trains hard for this.”
If I were there with Jax, I would’ve begged him to get out of the water. But I wasn’t. So, I took yet another toke of my parents’ sacred herb and tried to relax.
There was a calm in between sets, and we found Jax in the crowd again. What is he doing? We watched him paddle out to the farther reaches of the ocean. Holy shit, he’s going to try for one of the bigger waves. No!
And then there it was.
Smoking a hundred pounds of my parent’s sacred herb in one sitting could not have prepared me for that wave. I would’ve taken another toke except that my breath came so fast I thought I would hyperventilate. It looked like a mountain range on rollers. It seemed to stretch five miles in either direction. Please, baby, don’t do this. Don’t drop into that wave. Please. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll take back all those years we were separated. I’ll find a way to turn back time. I’ll … what? There was nothing I could offer to make this different because this is who Jax was. Jax was the love of my life, the father of my child, my best friend, and Jax was a big wave surfer.
He whipped his board around, and from my vantage point, it looked like he only stroked a couple of times. The next thing we knew, he was dropping into that horrifying wave. Nobody could make that. I held my breath as Eugene, Nelson, and I clutched hands. Butch’s eyes were wide as he hugged Summer close. The five of us held our breaths and watched Jax surf that monster. He shot down the face, and like a skier on a ski slope, S turned his board up and down the wave. His body was solid, strong, and balanced, and then he disappeared into the tube. For a terrible moment, I thought I’d never see him again … and then there he was, shooting out of the tube, a huge spume of white water and violent ocean spurting him out to the raucous whoops and hollers, laughter and cheers from everyone gathered. He lifted his arms up in the air, and even from that far away, I swear I could hear him yelling and screaming in excitement.
“Right on!” Eugene yelled as he turned to Nelson for a high five. Then Eugene hugged me hard. “I knew he’d be okay, mom. That’s my dad!”
Butch raised one fist high up in the air. “Yes! That’s my man. What a ride.” And then he hugged Summer whose knees looked like they were about to buckle.
I exhaled hard, and my body went so limp that I actually dropped my joint. Then the five of us jumped, hugged and danced right there on the cliff overlooking the vast Pacific Ocean as the waves continued to slam the rocky coastline.
“Oh, baby, you did it!” Warmth radiated through my body as happy tears streamed down my cheeks.
The wave, measured at fifty-two feet, turned out to be one of the biggest waves of the day.
Jax
About a week after our trip to Mavericks, Rosalyn went back to working part-time. I had the house to myself and sat on the porch swing mentally planning dinner. Eugene and I had taken to teaming up in the kitchen and I was impressed with his vast knowledge of vegan cooking. Can’t say I really had a hankering for his cashew cheese fake macaroni and cheese, but I was coming around.
My phone rang. It was the realtor.
I snatched up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey there. It’s been a zoo around here. Have I told you before how happy I am you decided to sell?” She didn’t need to tell me. If she made the sale, the transaction would put her on the map of celebrity sales. “Once I listed it on the MLS, the backlist of prospects who’d been interested were all over it.”
My foot stopped the swing. “Do you have an offer?”
“Multiple offers. As in three, but only one of them seems qualified. Naturally, I have to present all offers.”
Blood prickled my skin. The reality of someone taking over my brother’s home meant the end of an era. “Who are they?”
“One’s an investor, one wants to turn the home into a vacation rental, and one wants to live there full time. The investor doesn’t have enough money down, the one who’s considering the house for a vacation rental needs to sink a ton into the renovations she’s got in mind. The last one’s an author and screenwriter from Santa Monica who’s tired of the hustle and bustle. Ever heard of a series of books and TV show called Where Are They Now?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“It’s wildly popular. She follows famous musicians and artists throughout their career. She already sent over proof of funds for a cash offer. Jax, the woman is loaded.” She giggled. “Oh listen to me, sounding star-struck. She’s worth around fifteen million.”
I let out a low whistle. “Sounds qualified to me.” I felt an unexpected release of tension and flopped back into the swing. Sandy would get her money.
“You betcha. I’ll email all three offers over when we hang up. I think you’ll want to go with the cash offer. She wants a ten day escrow.”
I stood up and walked the length of the porch. “I can’t see any reason why not.”
When we hung up the phone, I sat on the porch steps and stared at my phone. The email came through within seconds and sure enough, it had three attachments with offers on Tyler’s home.
After I accepted the offer, I waited as long into the week as I could bear to call Sandy. By then the money had been transferred to escrow and we were on our way to a deal.
When Sandy answered the phone, I heard the rush of traffic and music in the background. “Hang on a sec,” she said. There was the rustle of her hand over the phone and her son’s voice.
“I’ll see you in an hour, mom.”
“Bye, honey.” Then her voice was strong in my ear. “Do I need to pull my car over for this conversation?”
“If you want to. It’s good news.”
“Really? How good of news? Are you coming back to work for me? That would be good news.”
“I’ve got your money. I sold the house.”
Sandy turned her radio off. “Really? Well, that’s great.” She paused. “And don’t forget about the interest. That means an extra three g
rand.” She smirked. “You mean to tell me you actually sold a desert house? I’m a beach person myself, but to each his own. When can you transfer the money?”
“Escrow closes in a few days.”
Her laugh was low and throaty. “I don’t know if I can wait that long, lover boy. I might need a payment before then. How about you meet me at the Ritz tonight?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll have to say no. But Sandy, thank you for loaning me the money.”
“If you really appreciated it, you’d be right here by my side where you belong. You know, I can’t stop thinking about that sexy body of yours and the way you like to fuck me hard.”
I nearly blushed. “I can’t believe you talked me into that crazy scheme.”
“You’re good at it. The girls and I won’t be able to replace you anytime soon. If you ever need a part-time job …”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Have it your way, surfer boy. I’ll email you the bank wire instructions.”
“Sandy, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Were you really planning on going to the surf community?”
“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. You’re super sexy, but when it comes to cash, I live by a different set of rules. Just make sure you have that money to me when escrow closes. Remember that I’m first in line.”
I turned on the charm. “You were always first in line. If I ever decide to make a movie about my life, you get star billing.”
“Promises, promises. All I want is your body and my cash. I suppose I’ll have to settle for one out of two. Goodbye, Jax. Next time you’re in So. Cal., look me up.”
I told her I would, but knew I wouldn’t. I exhaled months of stress into the phone.
Escrow closed that week.
Sandy and I were even.
I could finally walk away from my past, free and clear.
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